Oh my god! One chapter in of my first published fanfiction and I already have followers?! Someone pinch me; I'm dreaming. Wait-don't because this is a good dream!

I don't own Star Trek or Benedict Cumberbatch's version of Khan….. I wish I did though. :)


Honestly, I didn't know what to expect when I would die. I kind of thought of heaven as a town in the clouds, where the roads would have gold bricks, and the colors of the buildings would be simple and pure. With the exception of a giant castle, I thought of it as a Main Street, USA kind of place, with roads leading off to different pieces of countryside. What I didn't expect was the hospital room with IV tubes.

When I opened my eyes, I found myself in a white walled room with two white doors (one of which, I assumed led to the hallway). There weren't any windows (which I didn't want to see for a while). I looked down at myself to see a thin blanket and sheet draped over a white shirt and pants. If it wasn't for the IV tubes and the heart monitor, it could be heaven. Instead, this was a hospital. This was bad.

How the heck did I even survive? I had to be hallucinating. There was no way I could survive a fall like that. I had to be dead, right?

Then, I saw the nurse (or doctor, I didn't know) out of the corner of my eye. It was only when I saw her eyes that my fear was confirmed. The Augments were keeping me alive. For what, I was not sure, but no doubt it was for information about the rebels.

I could feel myself getting sleepy, and I knew there wasn't much time. I moved my left hand to my IVs (which I noticed one of which had a red liquid), and ripped them out of my arm. The smell of blood and the sight of the thick, crimson liquid overwhelmed me, and I passed out to the sound of beeping equipment.

The next time I woke up, my hands were restrained to the rails of the bed. The IVs were back in in body, including the weird red one. I assumed it was blood. The IVs were wrapped against my arm with thick gauze and tape. Even if I got free, there was no way I could rip that out again.

Whatever medications they had me on was strong, because as soon as I awakened, I drifted back into the arms of Morpheus.

The next time I awoke, Most of the IVs were gone. The only tube left contained a clear liquid. It was still bound to me in the bundle of cloth and tape, but that was the least of my worries. Sitting next to the bed was the black-haired, female Augment that tried to capture me the day I (kind-of) died.

"I'm going to make this easy for your simple brain to understand. By ripping out your IV, you only wasted more time on your recovery as well as our supplies that could have been used on others," she firmly said, anger burning in her strangely colored eyes.

"If you hate me that much, why let me live?"

"Our leader wanted you alive. Believe me, if I was in his shoes, I would have left you for dead. However, he wanted you healed, so that's why you're here."

"If it's a thank you he's looking for, he's not going to get it from me. Make up some lie if you want to- your kind is good at that," I retorted.

"If he was looking for a reward, he would collect it personally. I'm only here to see if you are going to act like a mature adult instead of a child. Those handcuffs can be put to better use on other rather than restraining you. If you choose to rip out your pain medication, I might choose not to heal your ripped vein," the fierce looking Augment said.

I thought over my case. So that's what that was. Well, as much as I was devoted to the rebel cause, I didn't really like the thought of ripping my vein apart… again.

"Why, I think you've got the wrong person. I'm the most mature person you'll ever find," I said, in my best Southern belle accent.

"… Perhaps I should have let our leader talk to you instead."

"Just because I'm agreeing to what you said, doesn't mean I'll ever agree to him. What he has done to my family is unforgiveable, and I will carry my hatred to my grave."

She just stared at me (which I hate) before she leaned over and pressed the red button that released the liquid pain reliever.

"You just might."

That was the last thing I heard before I blacked out again.

In the course of two days, not much has happened. When I woke again from that long nap, I looked at the vial of pain medicine. After doing a count in my head, I found out that a new drop from the main supply leaks into the vial every three minutes. The vial was 1/12 full.

When they brought my meal, I wondered if it was possible to overdose on pain medication. Well, if you can die from other drugs, why should this be any different?

I then decided to throw out my food in the wastebasket when I was alone in my cell. I did, however, make sure to drink the water. I didn't want to be so weak that I couldn't push the button.

Finally, on the third day, I woke up, tummy grumbling. When I woke, I saw someone that I never wanted to meet. The one person I absolutely hated. His black hair, pale-ish skin, and his black trenchcoat were only pieces of the puzzle- it was his heterochromia eyes that gave it away. The man sitting before me was Khan Noonien Singh.


Cliffhanger! Mhua-ha-ha!

Lol, sorry that it was a long gap between chapters. My life has been busy, but now that my school musical is done, I think I will have more time to write. :)

Hope you guys enjoyed this latest installment (writing Zora's speech was kind of hard; not sure if I handled it well)!