Unnatural Selection

Chapter One: Euphoria

So this is going to be my second multi-chapter fanfic. As I am writing this chapter I still have not finished my other story The Lady of Mischief (Loki/OFC) so I will be slow on updates as I want to update both stories regularly (or as often as I can manage). I am very excited to write this story though because unlike my other one, which had already had an established romance between my characters at the beginning of the story, Unnatural Selection will be more of a slowmance. I will also be posting playlists and taking scenario suggestions for this story which I did not do in my last one. I'm hoping this one will end up being lots of fun!

This is my first Star Trek fanfic. I watched some of the Next Generation with my parents last summer and I loved it. I'm also a big fan of the new alternate universe movies. Into Darkness was particularly inspiring, I loved Benedict Cumberbatch's acting as Khan Noonien Singh. He portrayed him as cold but with just enough "humanity" that left me keeling over in feels. (I always fall for the villains, I think it's a serious problem. I know they're ruthless but I just can't stop seeing them as helpless puppies that need my love!)

Regardless, this story will be M rated for language, gore, and suggestive content later on in the story. I will have warnings posted for extreme cases of violence, triggers, and smut on certain chapters so readers can skip those parts if they wish. The pairing is Khan/OFC. My female character is my own original idea, so please do not steal her, but everything else is owned by whomever owns the copyright to Star Trek. The story will be told in first person from the point of view of my OC.

As I am a senior in high school who is still working on bettering my writing, comments including praise and constructive criticism are welcomed. I do not mind guest reviews. All I ask is that you do not be rude or demeaning. I am a growing writer who needs encouragement, not verbal attacks meant only to put me down. If you don't want to submit your review on the story, or just want to talk, my inbox is always open :)

So without further ado... Enjoy!

I was drifting... drifting ever downward into spiraling darkness. I could feel nothing. No emotion, no worry, not even a single thought could pierce the great nothingness that was my unconscious euphoria. My mind was as blank as a moonless night. I could not move, or even feel any part of myself. But none of it mattered, because in the calm night that was my mind, I was safe.

Safe from what? I struggled to form a thought, a memory, about what it was I wanted to hide from, but failed, and my mind limply fell back in defeat. I was safe. That was all that mattered. Or at least, I thought it mattered. I couldn't tell any more about what mattered and what didn't. I did not care. There was nothing in this dark expanse that could possibly matter.

A wave of sedation fell over me, and I no longer thought anything. What tiny bit of mental awareness I had was erased, and once again I just existed, hibernating within myself. But it did not stay this way for long.

Later, I was aware again, though still in the dark, it was no longer quiet. I could hear voices, and when I feebly concentrated, I could listen to what they had to say.

"Captain, you should go, someone else will sit with her until she wakes," the first voice implored.

The voice that replied was deep and velvety smooth. "No. I want to be the first thing she sees when she wakes up."

Silence.

I shivered. I had not the slightest inkling why, but something about the second voice put me on edge. With the feeling of unease came another companion; fear. I feared the voice. It awoke bad memories, memories of blood and death. I thrashed uncontrollably, trying to escape the monster with the seductive voice.

"She's coming around, but she's not finished yet. Sedate her again," The smooth voice ordered.

I heard someone scramble towards me, and another surge of calm overcame me. I returned to being still, relaxed once more, and unable to hear the voices. I did not care though, I was safe again, safe from the fears the second voice had recognized.

Memories swam over me in a blurred swirl. I could see small remembrances, little moments. Some of them were bright and happy, but most were traumatic. I was sure they were mine. They felt familiar... I grasped onto the most tangible one, pulling it closer and closer until I could focus on it. Immediately a chain reaction of recollection occurred, drowning me in my own reminiscences.

I hurried down the metal corridor. I knew something was wrong. He should have come for me. My father said he would meet me at the compound entrance so we could go out for the evening. He usually never left the research compound he so religiously worked at. But when he made plans with me he would always keep his word.

That's how I knew. Something had to be wrong for him to be an hour late, and I knew exactly where he would be; his lab.

It was where I was rushing to now. I didn't know what the hell I would do when I found him. If he was injured or being attacked I wouldn't be able to do anything to help him. I couldn't call security, the bulk of them had left for the evening and returned home. I could only hope that maybe he'd just gotten caught up in an experiment or something work-related and forgotten the time.

When I reached his office, though, an overwhelming sense of wrong pervaded me. The door to the lab was ripped open and the guards who were supposed to stand outside the lab were dead. As I got closer, I could see they were covered in their own blood and some weird gray matter. A horrible realization occurred as I saw that their heads had been crushed, the gray matter their brains.

I choked out a strangled gasp of terror and backed away from the bodies. It was as I took my second step back that I stepped on large piece of skull, crushing it beneath my feet, covering my shoe in blood and brains.

I screamed.

Two men rushed from the room upon hearing me. I knew them. They were my father's wild beauties. Beings he had created to be much stronger and smarter than ordinary humans. Now they were attacking their creators. Humans were now their prey, and I had stumbled upon the predators mid-hunt.

The one that grabbed me was a blond. He was accompanied by a male with strange red hair, the same scarlet color as the guard's blood. He pulled me forward, stony-faced, into the frightening scene that was my father's lab.

What I saw I will never forget. My father lay sprawled against the wall limbs bent at awkward angles... broken. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth. A handsome man in black stood over him, a bloody scalpel gripped in his fist. It was easy to see what he'd used it for, to gauge out my father's eye.

"Tell me your secret," the man ordered, his voice smooth.

My father did not answer him, he merely rolled his head to the side, his remaining eye widening in terror as he saw me. He whispered my name in fear.

His torturer followed his gaze and smirked as I was caught in his cold stare. He bent down so he was on eye level with my father. Grabbing him roughly by his shirt he lifted him so that their noses were only inches apart, the action causing my father to moan in pain. When he spoke his tone was frigid.

"Well, if I can't have your knowledge, I'll just take your daughter," he promised. "You, old man, I have no more use for."

I could hear my heart beating rapidly in my chest as the man slid the scalpel over my father's throat, slashing his carotid artery open. Blood sputtered from the wound, spraying all over the man who had just killed my father in front of me.

I struggled against the strength of the blond who held me captive, but soon I was weakened enough by all that was happening that I gave up. Tears burned in the corner of my eyes, and I leaned over and vomited at the sight of my father's blood pooling on the tiled floor. This was not happening. How had things gotten so out of control? The experiments had always been kept under careful supervision, yet here they were, running feral through the bunker, slaughtering everyone.

The handsome man wiped the blood from his hands and looked at me, his gaze not as hard as before. He seemed thoughtful about what to do with me, like I was some prize he was considering where to hang. I wished he would just kill me, like he did to everyone else. I knew that that would not be the case though. He had just told my father that was taking me in recompense for some information he had withheld, but what did that mean for me? I had no idea.

"Bring the girl to the operating theatre, I have plans for her," he barked to the man holding me.

I lifted my head at this. Was he going to torture me? Was that his plan?

"What are you going to do? Mutilate me?" I half-sobbed.

He tilted his head, "Oh, my dear, I have bigger plans for you, my..."

I shuddered the horrible memory away and another took its place. This one was from before. It was bittersweet, for it was the moment I'd first felt the looming darkness.

"Isn't he marvelous?" my father bragged, gesturing to the man in the room in front of me.

While he did look like a normal human on the outside, albeit he was much more perfect looking, with his dark brown hair. His handsome features were what every male model on earth would give anything for. My gaze swept over his high cheekbones and classically built jaw line. He was absolutely amazing for being my father's first genetically engineered augment. Still, the wild look in his grayish-blue eyes made me uncomfortable. His gaze was more that of animal.

I was told that augmentation of the human DNA molecule was the next evolutionary imperative for our species. An egg was harvested and fertilized in a Petri dish. DNA could then be augmented in the earliest stages of fetal development. The pregnancy carried to term as a normal one would, with the human augment being born nine months after the fertilized egg had been placed in the mother. The resulting child born with augment DNA was five times stronger and two times more intelligent than regular humans as well as being remarkably agile. They were resistant to sickness, had enhanced senses, possessed heart muscles twice as strong, and lung efficiency fifty-percent better. Their blood contained platelets capable of regenerating from any disease or toxin, which could in turn be used in transfusions to cure terminally ill patients. My father had also concluded that they would live the equivalent of four human lifetimes based of the rate of aging in their cells. But the augmentation process was not yet ready to be used on a mass scale. There was a defect in their genome, or so one of the other scientists had informed me, but my father was ignoring this problem.

The augments the facility had bred, all three-hundred and fifty of them were aggressive, arrogant, and overtly ambitious, with a diminished sense of morality. It had been considered that the defect could be fixed before incubating the embryos, but since they had little idea how the defect occurred, there was no inkling on how to fix it.

For this reason the augments made me uneasy. Things that had so little sense of the worth of other things shouldn't have been allowed to exist. They should have been destroyed as failures, but now the potential for the first augment generation to be used as living weapons was now being considered. I had heard that this augment standing in front of me, the first to be born at the bunker back in 1970, was the worst. He was supposedly the alpha male of the augments here.

I shifted my gaze away from the augments eyes. "Yes, Dad," I mumbled. "He's... perfect."

The augment cocked his head, his gaze falling on me as I spoke.

"His name is Khan. Khan Noonien Singh. His mother was one of the Mongol women here," My father informed me.

I looked over him quickly. "But he's so pale? I mean, his hair is dark enough to be from the Mongol genome but other than that... Are you sure he's not French?"

"You are partly correct," My father shook his head, "Khan is not full Mongol. His biological father is French. That's where the pale looks and high cheekbones come from. His mother gave him a Sikh name though."

Then my father turned to Khan, who had been standing tall with his hands resting at his side's the entire time, and spoke to him as he would a child. I found it ridiculous considering Khan was supposed to be twice as smart as him.

"Now, Khan, allow me to introduce to you my daughter, Lyza. She will now be living here in the compound like most of the other staff's family. You will be seeing more of her, as I feel some interaction with people other than your own will be beneficial for you, understand?"

Khan nodded and took a step toward me. When he spoke his voice was velvety and deep. "I trust she will be most..."

Lyza. He had called me Lyza. That was my name. I was Lyza. Lyza was me. So then these were my memories after all.

Suddenly I felt myself being pulled out of my darkness, my safe place. Just like before, a wave swept over me. But this wave was not one of sedation, but of awareness. My body began to respond to the effects of the drug meant to bring me to consciousness almost immediately. My mind jump started to rewire itself back on line, thoughts and ideas buzzing through my head faster and much more puzzling than I wanted, trying to process the situation so inaccurately I was left confused. All I could hold onto were the memories and my name, Lyza.

I fought the drug, trying to remain in my dark euphoria, but my body betrayed me. Slowly, sounds and smells were flooding though me, and before I knew it, my eyes began to flutter open.

Author's Note: So there's the first chapter. I hope the rest of them will be longer than this one. Please review and tell me if you like it. I will start taking plot/scenario suggestions after the next chapter. Until then I hope I don't bore you too much.

Kisses,

XxLadyVerlacxX