Ow, ow, ow, ow.
Waking up from a phaser stun was one of the worst things a person could experience. Kirk was exaggerating, but it was up there on his top ten list. It was like having a hangover combined with all his limbs suffering from that horrible prickly feeling when it fell asleep.
To top it all off, nearly half an inch of metal was inside his thigh.
He supposed he could write it off as a victory: Harrison never found them. And they were sharp enough to cut through flesh. So, oh yeah, totally a victory.
Kirk didn't open his eyes just yet, wanting to gather himself before revealing he was awake. His arms and legs were bound with more rope. Had Harrison stolen a better ship, he could have tied Kirk's limbs with actual metal cuffs instead of whatever he could find on board.
He heard a fire going and the smell of cooked meat wafted to his nose. His stomach gave an automatic grumble.
"God," he heard Harrison complain. "Your stomach is louder than your snoring."
Well, that settled it. No point in feigning sleep. Kirk slowly opened his eyes, wincing when his head pounded with painful sensation. It was night and the campfire Harrison had set up was bright. At first Kirk wanted to scold Harrison for his stupidity: building a campfire? Did he want the locals to see him? He might as well be calling the Klingons directly.
But no, the placement of campfire was not done improperly. Looking out into the forest, Kirk could see thousands of contained lights that resembled campfires, all spreading out across the land. He theorized this was the planet's natural state at night. Harrison's fire would have to be unusually large to distinguished itself from the thousands of other lights.
Kirk's stomach rumbled again. He grimaced, hating having to actually ask his captor for food. "So, are you going to feed me or what?"
Harrison pulled out something that looked like a cooked lizard on a stick from the fire. He inspected it for a few moments and stuck it back in the flames. "No."
"What? Why not?"
"I am not here for your comfort."
"You let me use the toilet."
"I didn't want you to smell like urine. That was my one and only curtesy towards you."
Kirk waited. "C'mon!"
"No! How the hell does an idiot like you become captain?"
"Luck!"
"You can't rely on luck."
"You can't rely on luck. I, however..."
He cut himself off when Harrison suddenly pulled out the phaser, aiming at Kirk's head. "You will be quiet."
Kirk bit down on his tongue, ceasing the inner-need to get the last word in. He really didn't want to get knocked out again. Harrison held the phaser a few seconds longer, then placed it away. He reached down and pulled out his cooking lizard again.
GuuuuuuRRrrrggGGGlllLLllLLrrrRRgggll...
"Oh, for pity's sake!" Harrison yelled out. He threw the lizard to Kirk. "Eat and cease that infernal noise."
The lizard wasn't very big, perhaps the size of a drumstick, but it'll be enough to calm Kirk's stomach until something more substantial came along. It was a little awkward trying to eat without the use of his arms. He managed to bite off the head, and eat two legs when he noticed Harrison was not eating. Didn't he catch more than just one creature? "Not hungry?"
"What have I said about not talking?" Harrison said through gritted teeth.
"We could share, you know. There's no reason why the both of us-"
Harrison suddenly surged to his feet, crossed over and kicked Kirk in the shoulder hard. Kirk grunted, his head nearly slamming on the rock floor as he fell onto his back from the force of the kick. He tried to move to get his weight off his tied arms when Harrison's foot slammed down on his shoulder (the same one, darn it) pinning him.
"You will not be nice to me," Harrison seethed. "I will receive no pity from you, not from the people who murdered my family."
Wait, what?
"This is your last and final warning, Kirk." Harrison warned, grinding his foot down. "If you cross me, your friends will only have your head to bury. So shut. Up."
Harrison pulled his foot away. Kirk coughed, struggling to breathe through the pain.
