Author's Note: This is NOT, I repeat, NOT a Mirror Kirk X Mirror Spock fic. (I am pure Spock/Mccoy, thank you very much!) I cannot stress this enough. Thanks and enjoy, sorry to slow you down!
It happens in an instant.
The dagger enters Captain Kirk's chest, the right hand of his First Officer forcing it into his heart.
He sees red, the wave of pain instantly destroying his vision.
A hand closes Kirk's mouth, to block out the screaming.
"Mmmph!" He moans, though he knows it's useless. "MMMPH!"
He tries to lunge at the attacker, only for his boyd strength to drain, as he is gently pushed down onto his bed, being forced to lay down in a still-expanding pool of his own blood.
The hand leaves his mouth as his vision returns.
He sees his First officer Spock sitting on the right of the bed, holding the dagger in his chest, as if it'll escape that area if he lets go.
Kirk feels his bedsheet being slipped onto his body, presumably by Spock.
"S-Spock..." Kirk ekes out of his throat. "You traitor..."
"I am sorry, Captan." Spock says. "It was necessary."
Now his eyes falter as the sight of his First Officer begins to blur.
His eyes can barely stay open.
So...this was it?
No...He was Captain Kirk! He couldn't die!
"I...I don't wanna die..." Kirk says, his voice becoming choppy as his body weakens, tears streaming from his eyes.
"I know." Spock says, as he finally removes his hand from the dagger. "But you must. Please accept your death with dignity."
His eyes begin to droop as he struggles to maintain his sight.
He felt tired...and oddly cold.
"I...I..."
His eyes now hover between darkness and light, barely managing to hold on.
All of his accomplishments, all of his conquests...
They flash through his mind.
"Not yet..."
So...this was his fate...to die at the hands of his own First Officer?
The only one who he came close to calling friend?
He supposed this was the fate of a conqueror...
Because for all of the medals he had won...for all of the trophies he had seized...they couldn't save him from his fate.
To be surrounded by servants, yet to truly die alone.
"Farewell, Captain Kirk." He hears.
The darkness...closing over him.
"S-Spock, please..."
His last words, his last plead, his last hope.
Kirk feels a hand clasp his own right hand as his final sight is Spock looking down on him knowingly.
"Rest in peace..." He hears.
At last, Kirk can fight it no longer.
His eyes finally droop ever so slowly, like a theater curtain.
His mouth lets out a final breath as his body relaxes.
The darkness consumes him, one final raspy exhale...and then...
Nothing.