((A/N: Okay, so I've been playing Starcraft II ALOT recently, and so this was inevitable. This is AU post-WOL, and I'm not spoiling much more besides that, so read on!

Also, to those who have read ToD, I'm taking a temporary break from that story because I have found that I can't find a way to continue the story without it turning incredibly stupid. Don't fret though, I will continue it as soon as my muse stops being a bitch, because right now it's demanding that I write this.

That being said, please R&R, no flames, I don't own the Starcraft Universe, or Kerrigan (hehe oh but if only I did...) ))

Chris opened his eyes to a blazing pain that lanced up through his spine and he arched his back in pain as he attempted to make some sort of noise to acknowledge the pain, but for some reason he couldn't. His vision was also clouded and murky, which he quickly found was impossible to blink away. The pain was unbearable, some of the worst that he had ever experienced, but just like every other pain that he had ever had to deal with he knew that he just had to fight through it. First he had to figure out where the pain was even coming from, and he quickly realized that somehow he had been stabbed in the back. Muscles had been torn which made movement brutal, but he forced himself to sit upright despite the protests made by his entire body. He brought his knees to his chest and forced himself to stand up.

"You have some spirit, don't you?" A soft, haunting voice sounded from just behind his shoulder. It was definitely a woman's voice, but it had an accent of an emotionless void that sounded inhuman.

Chris' eye sight began to return to him, the swimming vision fading away slowly until he could observe his surroundings as he turned to try and locate the source of the voice, but there was nothing to be found. He was standing in some sort of a crater in the side of a mountain that was infested with Zerg Creep. He vaguely remembered that he was part of the invasion force that was loyal to Raynor's Raiders, and that he had gotten separated from his Siege group, but everything else was covered with some sort of fog in his mind.

He also realized that he had been stripped of his hulking Marauder Armor and his massive grenade launcher, as well as his sidearm. He was left in the tight fitting thermal layer top that he wore under it that exposed his hulking muscles that were more akin to woven steel cables than any actual sort of tissue. He was also wearing a much looser fitting version of a similar protective thermal material below his waist, as well as his combat boots. He quickly knelt down and slipped a large, jagged combat knife from it's thin sheath that was built into his boot. He tried to stand back up, but he was forced down to his knees by another lancing shot of pain emanating from his back with a growl.

The voice laughed, sounding almost taunting. "Show yourself!" Chris shouted out loud, finally finding his voice. The knife was gripped tightly in his right hand waiting for any source of the noise. He whipped around at laughter just behind him and slashed out with his knife only to find it slicing through thin air.

"Such a fine specimen." The voice mused, and he slashed out again to no avail. "Feisty too, I like that." He felt thin fingers trace up his back and he stiffened in shock. He flipped the knife in his hand and stabbed straight backwards and felt it sink into flesh as there was a small gasp of surprise from the unknown person, before she erupted into laughter. "Well done." She congratulated him, "You're not just ready to give up and die just yet. But unfortunately that is what you are going to do."

Chris couldn't turn his head and was forced to listen to the woman's voice. "Raynor's forces are either dead or evacuated, your little invasion was a pathetic gesture. And now you are one of very few, if any, human's still alive on my planet. And the fact of the matter is that you are going to die. You're bleeding heavily, and there is internal damage. You have two options now, you can either die…" There was a pause and then he heard soft steps muffled by the living Creep as the woman finally presented herself in front of him, and Chris gritted his teeth as he came face to face with every Terran's worst nightmare, the Queen of Blades. "Or you can join me, keep fighting, and live." She chuckled and said, "You can have power that you're not even capable of dreaming of." Kerrigan reached down and pulled the knife that was embedded to the hilt in her thigh and brought it up, licking her own blood from the blade as the flesh mended itself until there was no trace of the wound left.

Chris snarled and forced himself to stand back up. He wasn't going to give up just yet, there was still quite a bit of fight in him. Kerrigan smirked at the gesture of defiance and flicked her wrist, emanating a massive blast of psionic energy that sent him flying backwards into the jagged rocks of the wall of the crater. The creep did nothing to shield him from the pain, and he felt something impale into his back as he coughed up blood.

Kerrigan walked towards him leisurely and at her own pace as if she was in no hurry, a predatory grace in her steps as she licked her lips in anticipation. This was going to be fun while it lasted.

Chris looked down at the rock that had pierced his chest and somehow managed to miss anything vital. It was painful but he resisted making any sort of acknowledgement and let the Queen of Blades win. He reached down and grabbed the stone and broke it off from the front of his chest and threw his head back as he forced himself forward and off of the impaling object. He dropped to the ground and hacked out a considerable amount of blood, as well as the blood pooling from the wound that started to surround his body. Somehow, he still had the energy in him to stand up and slash out with the rock in his hand in some hope of doing some sort of last wound. He knew he had no hope of making it out alive, so he had to do what he could.

Kerrigan wasn't going to let that happen though, she snapped out a kick with her heeled foot, leaving yet another stab wound in his chest and knocking him onto his back. "You don't need to keep fighting." She told him, her voice almost strangely soothing. "You don't need to keep dealing with all the pain. Just surrender, let me help you."

Chris snarled in rejection, but Kerrigan walked over to his body anyways and pinned his arms to either side under her knees as she straddled his lap. "Just relax." She muttered, and then placed both her hands on his temples, and he tried to thrash under her in defiance, but strength was finally starting to leave his limbs. He felt her invade his mind and pick out the most painful memories he had, ones that had permanently scarred his psyche and made him into what he was.

The first man he had murdered in cold blood, the death of his parents, his conscription into the Dominion and subsequent abandonment of post to join Raynor's Raiders, the murder of his wife and child by the Zerg, all of those thoughts began to fade in his mind as they were wiped away by her. "I am not unkind." Kerrigan whispered soothingly. Slowly, Chris began to feel his muscles relax under her mental cleaning. Kerrigan stood up and stepped back from him and smiled down at him. "I can make all the pain go away."

"Alright…" Chris' voice broke finally. "I surrender…"

Kerrigan nodded, and then walked away as she looked at the zergling that had been watching them. "Prepare the chrysalis." And the small dog-like creature scampered away as if it had understood her. She turned back to Chris and nodded, "The more you fight it, the more it is going to hurt." And with that, Chris fell into a deep state of unconsciousness.

((A/N: I know some of you might be screaming at the computer and in effect at me for making Kerrigan to nice in this… But I ask one simple question, she got what she wanted, didn't she? Don't worry, she'll be going right back to normal next chapter!

Obviously this is going to be a lot shorter than the rest of the chapters I will be releasing but that' s because this is merely a prologue.))