June 27th
5:30 Pm

Lance took out his phone as he walked away from the Café, a latte in his left hand.

Shiro: Hey Lance! You need someone to drop you off at home? After you change into your dance outfit I'll drop you off at the school for it. K? I was going to drop Keith off at his Guitar practice down that way anyway.

Lance smiled with a relieved sigh, and began typing,

Lance: That would be great. Thanks Shiro.

Lance slid his phone into his pocket and took a sip of his latte, sitting down on a bench to wait for him.

Lance paused as a guy walked towards him. He seemed awfully suspicious, and he was holding something in the pocket of his jacket.

Lance tried to stay calm and act like he didn't notice the stranger, but the stranger seemed to slow down once he got close to him.

Shiro. Shiro. Where are you. Lance thought, panic making his hand tightly grip the bench and look at the stranger.

The stranger gave him a toothy grin, "How 'bout you give me your money?" He asked, coldly.

Lance gulped, examining the man. He was tall, Very tall, with dark jet black hair. He wore ragged and dark clothing with a mask, but he could clearly see the pure green eyes with a hint of red in them.

Lance began to tremble, "Why would I give you my money?" He asked, trying to be as brave as possible. He noticed the man starting to get angry.

"Give. Me. Your money. Or I will hurt you" The man said even colder than before, making Lance scream on the inside.

Lance stood up to leave, but the man grabbed his arm grabbed ahold of Lance's neck. "Give me your money or I'll hurt you. Bad" he said, and took his free hand from the pocket of his jacket, a newly sharpened knife glinting in the light.

Lance looked around to call out for help, but no one was outside. They were all indoors, less likely to hear him. But he had to try.

"HELP! SOMEBODY! PLEASE-"
The man sliced the knife deep across lance's shoulder, making him cry out.

"Call out for help again, and I'll go up to your neck" The man whispered, holding the knife against his neck. Lance fidgeted, trying to get his leg unbent. He was going to kick him. "Don't try anything" the man said with a stern voice, making him shake violently.

The man, still holding lance by the neck, held him against a wall and began searching his pants pockets and jacket pockets for anything valuable. He tightened his grip on lance's neck to insure he stayed quiet.

Lance gasped for breath, and kicked the man in the arm he was using to hold his neck. he let go with a yelp, but snapped the knife he held into his shoulder in the process. It didn't stay, tho. It fell off his shoulder after getting a good chunk of skin off.

Lance inhaled deeply, getting as much breath back as he could before turning tail and running as fast as he could down the block, ignoring the pain.

June 27th
5:47 Pm

Lance rested against the wall of a building, finding it hard to breath from running so much. Stupid Man. Stupid man. He opened his eyes and took out his phone, flinching at the pain on his shoulder. He looked at his arm and saw blood running down it.

Crap! He thought, and dialed Shiro's number, calling him.

"Hey Lance, I've been looking for ya. Where are you?" Shiro asked. Lance was breathing hard, "Shiro. I need you..to come and get me" Lance said.

"that's what I've been trying to do. Why are you out of breath?" Shiro asked, concern now clear in his voice.

"Just come get me. I'm bleeding. It's pouring down from my arm and my shoulder. Please just come get me" Lance said, then checked around for a sign, "I'm in Lyon Road."

"I'm close. Hold tight. I'm coming" Shiro said quickly, and hung up. After about 2 minutes, he showed up beside the sidewalk. Shiro jumped out of the car with a shirt in his hands.

Shiro quickly grabbed lance's arm and wrapped the shirt around it, "Make sure it doesn't come off. I'm driving you to the hospital."