Spock hazily remembers Nyota joining him and her saying something. The details he can't recall but he think she said "Go get him." and go Spock did.
He next remembers beaming down to earth in a flurry of yellow tendrils, the landscape in front of him rendering like it would in a video game as his very being was deliberately put back together piece by piece. The only thing missing was Jim.
Spock at once took flight towards the man, barrelling through pedestrians not caring if he startles them. He had one mission and he was not going to stop until Khan ceased to draw breath.
Wind rushing past his ears was giving Spock an indication or just how fast he was sprinting after the terrorist. Spock could almost say his bloodstream was more adrenaline than blood right now, if he were human. There were a few times when Spock wavered, perhaps slipping on the broken glass that Khan just bolted though, but he balanced himself and continued towards the man evading justice.
Jim needs this justice. No, he needs revenge.
Khan seemed to fly up onto the faded orange platform, or was it a platform? Spock isn't paying enough attention to his surroundings to care. Spock follows, grossly misjudging the height and left to scramble on the edge, clawing his way back up. Tall and dark, Khan lifts the half-Vulcan with impossible ease and throws him across the platform. Khan runs, jumps and lands onto another platform as gracefully as a swan would look taking flight.
For Spock, the proverbial "red mist" had descended a long time ago and threw himself after Khan.
No holding back.
They struggled, wresting and battling, each fighting for dominance over the other. Somewhere in the confusion Spock is melding with Khan whilst the criminal tries to crush Spock's head.
Spock not only sends over the sheer pain and blinding fury of his physical torture, but the emotional loss of his Captain also. The unfathomable misery, the affliction of the heart, the never-ending hurt of the loss of his most precious companion.
You took him from me.
"It was not I who told him to go into the radioactive chamber."
Spock drew back, alarmed at the surprise reply. However, his confusion dissolved into undiluted animosity of the monster stood before him.
Khan was looming, blocking his vision from everything but the man above him. Khan was punching him. Spock's head was numbing; he was dangerously close to being rendered unconcious.
Nyota...
Spock heard the familiar whirr of the transporter beam, the trill of a phaser and saw a flash of red peeking over Khan's shoulder. In a moment, Khan was gone and Nyota was there, mercilessly loosing the fire-power of the Starfleet regulation phaser unto Khan. Spock turned as fast as he could whilst and angry flood of pain took over the rest of his senses. He grabbed something cold and heavy and launched it at Khan's head. He fell. Spock's triumph claimed his senses as he smirked and started to knead Khan like bread dough albeit with the hope of leaving broken bones and bruises.
If you had not come Jim would still be here. You will pay for taking him away from me.
Spock loses track of time: for all he knew it had been years since he began beating Khan and years until he stops. Blood, green and red, mixed on his knuckles making a putrid vomit colour.
I hope you hurt for eternity. I hope you bleed.
"It's the only way to save Kirk!"
Spock stops. His head came up at a jarring speed to rest facing Nyota. His entire face turned from rage to panic.
There is not much time, but there is still hope.
A/N: Well that chapter didn't turn out as well as I hoped but thank you for reading and I hope you've enjoyed it. Should I post a 3rd chapter? I'm not sure, suggestions would be great but other than that, have a great day! :D
