Khan, the mass murderer himself, didn't say a word-not a single one. And that was the scariest thing about him. He just stared at me, sizing me up. Every part of my body was trembling with fright but I held his gaze. I had to try my best to not appear afraid, but it felt like I was failing. Finally, he turned away and the glass wall between us fogged up and became white.

"He doesn't do anything."

I jumped as I realized that I wasn't alone. There, in the corner, wearing a black tunic (which the shirt was far too big for her small size) was an 18-year-old girl. Her short, pixie-cut hair, which I assumed would have been a normal bright auburn, was dull from dirt and grime. She wore a black necklace around her neck. Her skin was a tiny bit oily. Her green eyes were also dull. I wondered if that was going to happen to me.

"He just stares at the newcomers-hardly says a word. No one knows why."

I made my way over to the girl and kneeled in front of her.

"What's your name?"

"A-113. Group 7-"

"No, your real name. Tell me your real name and which ship you came from."

"… Amelia Gillan. USS Bradbury."

"Jennifer McCoy. USS Excalibur. You can call me Jenny."

"That's a pretty name, but you better hang on to it."

"Why?" I asked, taking her pulse.

"Your name doesn't matter here. Same goes for your rank and which ship you come from. Everything gets taken. You're just given a letter, number, and group. All that matters is how strong you are."

"Amy, can I call you Amy?"

She nodded her head and I my train of thought resumed, "You're pretty young to be working on a Starfleet ship."

"I managed to get into the advanced program."

"I can tell; how old are you?"

"Seventeen."

"Well, I was pretty close. I thought you were eighteen."

"That's what everyone says."

"Now, Amy, I want you to tell me. Why does Dr. Winters want test subjects? What is he doing with us?"

"I don't know. He doesn't say what these tests are for. He doesn't say anything about it. He just inserts these weird solutions into us. So far, for me at least, it's been penicillin. But other people have been getting different things."

"And Dr. Winters hasn't said one word about this?"

"Well, I did hear him say one thing about it. He said something about making the ultimate super-human."

"How many people are here?"

"I don't know. Thirty tops? The ones on the ship are not the only ones."

"What?! You mean there are more?" I asked in a loud whisper.

"Well, I see the guards take some out of their cells and Dr. Winters telling them to place them in escape pods and jettison them to different planets. I don't remember the names."

"Please try to remember!"

Before Amelia could reply, the door to our cell opened. When I turned my head, to see a man who could be the devil himself at this very moment, along with two fellow demons.

"Well, Miss McCoy, I'm so glad you could join us."

"Considering the fact that I had no choice, I can't say the same."

The insane doctor lowly chuckled and said, "Very much like your captain, you are. Trying to be brave but instead acting very stupid. Look where that got him and his crew."

"What did you do to them?"

"Look outside your window. I do believe that's a part of your bridge floating past."

Sure enough, I turned around, and was stunned by the site. The area around this prison ship was littered with the wreckage of the USS Excalibur.

I turned back and raised my fist to punch the crap out of this man. Instead, one of his goons, grabbed it, punched me in the face, and sent me to the ground.

"Hmm, a bit of fire in you. That will be useful."

I gripped my jaw, double-checking that it was still in place.

"These are your new clothes. You have five minutes."

I heard a bunch of fabric being thrown to the ground before the door shut again. I felt Amy's hand on my shoulder.

"I know you're hurt, but you need to put those on."

"I'm okay. No teeth missing, I'm good. Can you block the view while I change?"

Amy nodded, and I proceeded to get the new uniform on. After I put on the tunic and pants, I looked at the necklace.

"C-1989?"

"That means you're in group C, and your number is 1989. I don't think it actually means that there were 1,988 people before you."

"Well, that's reassuring," I said, putting it on. "Do we really have to wear them?"

"That's not really a question. I saw one guy who took it off and ended up getting tased by the guards."

"Well, that's very reassuring. Now what?" I asked, retying my hair into a ponytail.

"Your hair is going to go. Every girl gets their hair cut if it's longer than a pixie cut."

"Ha. Like hell that's going to happen," I said, sitting down criss cross on the floor.

"You won't have a choice. If you resist them, they knock you out and give you a horrible hair cut."

"And that's the worst thing that happens here?"

"Just, please, trust me and just go with it."

"Fine, for you, I will. That doesn't mean I'm going to like it."

Then, at exactly five minutes, not a second over nor under, the mad scientist with his goons were back.

"Glad to see that you are ready to begin, Miss McCoy."

I wasn't going to gratify that with a response. As the guards grabbed my upper arms and drug me out, my feet struggling to find balance to catch up, I couldn't erase this feeling of dread inside of me.

What was I being brought into?

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