Author's Note: I wrote this when I was feeling really depressed. So I
though I'd take it out on a fictional character. . .soz, Chekov fans. This
might become a story. I don't know yet.
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He hadn't anticipated the first punch. Or the second. Third, fourth, fifth, sixth, seventh. . .they all came as a shock.
The young figure that had been knocked to the floor clutched at his face and gasped as he felt the extent of the damage, the blood running between his fingers, dripping onto the floor with his salty tears.
"Vhat. . .vhat're you doink?" He cried as the tall figure above him loomed over his fragile form and grabbed his collar, "no, please, don't hurt me! Please, no more!" A fist smashed into his jaw, almost dislocating it, then a boot, complete with foot, swung itself into his spine, shifting his vertebrae out sync, then back into place.
"Please don't hurt me anymore!" A pathetic whimper, "please. . .?"
The menacing figure stopped, then laughed cruelly, "Nice one, Pavel! 'Don't hurt me anymore, I'm just a pathetic twerp called Chekov and-I-ken't-do-a- thing!'" At the last words, the foot crashed against Chekov's ribs at every syllable, "you're a weirdo, a Russian weirdo! You belong in a Zoo!"
Pavel curled into a into a little ball on the floor and started to howl as painful jolts ripped through his being, praying that someone would find him before. . .before. . .
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He hadn't anticipated the first punch. Or the second. Third, fourth, fifth, sixth, seventh. . .they all came as a shock.
The young figure that had been knocked to the floor clutched at his face and gasped as he felt the extent of the damage, the blood running between his fingers, dripping onto the floor with his salty tears.
"Vhat. . .vhat're you doink?" He cried as the tall figure above him loomed over his fragile form and grabbed his collar, "no, please, don't hurt me! Please, no more!" A fist smashed into his jaw, almost dislocating it, then a boot, complete with foot, swung itself into his spine, shifting his vertebrae out sync, then back into place.
"Please don't hurt me anymore!" A pathetic whimper, "please. . .?"
The menacing figure stopped, then laughed cruelly, "Nice one, Pavel! 'Don't hurt me anymore, I'm just a pathetic twerp called Chekov and-I-ken't-do-a- thing!'" At the last words, the foot crashed against Chekov's ribs at every syllable, "you're a weirdo, a Russian weirdo! You belong in a Zoo!"
Pavel curled into a into a little ball on the floor and started to howl as painful jolts ripped through his being, praying that someone would find him before. . .before. . .