Wooh...so I haven't posted in a while! Sorry about that but I've been a bit preoccupied with homework and school and...anime... Anyway, this is going to be very dark and disgusting and you're probably going to hate me...enjoy and please review to confirm how disturbed I am!

Chekov hissed as he crawled back into consciousness, shying away from the painfully bright lights that burned his retinas. There was the familiar feel or bare metal against his exposed back-his shirt having somehow disappeared during his spell of unknowingness-and goosebumps prickled across Chekov's skin at the freezing temperature of the room. It was deafeningly silent in the bright, white room-that looked suspiciously like Spock's laboratory aboard the Enterprise-and Chekov squirmed uncomfortably. He found that he was unable to move, bound to the table by thick leather bands around his ankles and wrists with another strapped tightly around his waist. Chekov felt his heart miss a couple of beats and he struggled uselessly against his bonds, feeling the drug's effects finally wear off as he came to full consciousness. Biting his bottom lip painfully hard, Chekov writhed on the flat plate but quickly discovered it was more of a vicious fidgeting as the binds cut deep into his skin. Chekov wailed in frustration and slammed his fists on the table with a surprisingly heavy bang seeing as he could barely lift them off the polished metal. An atmosphere of pure despair fell over the eighteen year old and he allowed the hot tears to spill down his cheeks so there was a soft drumming sound as they hit the flat surface.

Fighting back sobs, Chekov just lay there, shaking with fear as he just listened to the dead quiet and doing his best not to give in to the crushing hopelessness. There was a faint beeping noise-much like a heart monitor-and it only helped to make Chekov even tenser as the cold air burned his skin. Turning his head, Chekov caught sight of a saline bag hanging from a thin, shining pole and a long plastic cord that trailed to his hand and was inserted into his skin. Now he could feel the tape around the area, attaching the fluid line so that it would not fall and Chekov let out a guttural roar as he tried to remove the equipment from the back of his hand. The beeping sped up as his heart rate increased and Chekov was suddenly aware of a nurse digging a needle into his arm and shushing him, pressing the plunger and filling his veins with the luke-warm solution. Immediately Chekov began to relax, his body feeling numb and limp though he could still move; if only a little sluggishly. However the smouldering hatred and agonising fear lingered and Chekov felt like his guts were being twisted and wrenched by the sheer force of his emotions. A light sheen of sweat now coated his body and the nurse tutted wearily, prying his eyes open and shining a light directly into them so Chekov winced and had to blink away spots. The nurse then leant over and pressed a button on the side of the bed and then produced what looked eerily like a modified PADD and began looking at images and readings with a delicate frown upon her face. Chekov was about to speak to her-having just about built up enough courage to try and question the creepy nurse-a voice spoke from behind Chekov.

"How's our patient doing?"

Dr Standing stepped into view, cleaning his glasses and dressed in blue scrubs; a thin mask hanging limply under his wrinkled chin. He moved over to a station and began cleaning his hands, scrubbing them with a sweet smelling soap before pulling on some gloves.

"The scans came back similar to the other human subjects we tested however his genetic structure is wildly different and it seems his bone structure hasn't yet fully formed. His hormone levels are far more complex to understand; his brain seems to be producing more of it than the youngest of our last subjects." the nurse spoke firmly, her voice devoid of any empathy and she spoke as though Chekov wasn't lying just beside her.

Dr Standing nodded, coming to stand on the opposite side of the table and taking the PADD from the nurses hand "Are we safe to proceed then?"

"Yes sir," the nurse replied, going over to a panel of buttons on another wall and lingering her finger over one "Everything is ready and the team is one standby. Shall I call them?"

"Yes, let's begin as soon as possible. The King expects results." Dr Standing nodded and the nurse pushed the button with a resounding beep.

"I'll be monitoring from the other room sir, good luck."

With that, the nurse left and Chekov was once more left alone with Dr Standing, who merely stood and ran through the scans with a long finger.

"You are most interesting Subject Seven; I must say that you are probably the discovery of my career. The data we recover from you could revolutionise both our medical knowledge but also our knowledge of alien life forms and the universe."

Chekov frowned, now feeling the horrible bleariness of his drugged mind "Subject Sewen?"

"You can't have a name Subject Seven." Dr Standing grinned evilly and adjusted the glasses on his nose "Some people might feel bad if we start naming our patients with all the experiments we have to do in our line of work. You're the seventh human I've had the pleasure of testing with hence why you are Subject Seven. Simple?"

Chekov only chewed his lip feverishly in reply, thoughts tumbling around in his head. Seven humans specifically? Meaning there must have been more who weren't human? What happened to them? Where are they now? What does that mean for me? Chekov's thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a door opening and a group of people all dressed in white masks and medical scrubs; wheeling in a small table of various horrifying tools with them. Soon all of them were surrounding Chekov, looking keenly at him as though he were some rare phenomenon and Chekov hadn't felt this out of place since he joined Starfleet at the age of fourteen. Back then, someone being allowed into the Academy of that age was unheard of-still was really-and everyone had looked at Chekov in cruel fascination and kept asking whether he was lost or something due to his obvious youth. Chekov had always hated social situations and his years at the Academy had been difficult to live through, so he mainly focussed on his studies and made few friends when he could. It did however mean that those few friends were ones that Chekov truly knew he could truly rely on like Sulu and-dare he say it-Kirk.

"Are we ready to begin the operation?" Dr Standing's voice was cold with a hint of excitement and Chekov's eyes widened as he froze.

"O-operation?"

The others ignored him, one already pulling a strap across his forehead so that Chekov could no longer move his head and the other placed what appeared to be some kind of gum-shield in his mouth; preventing his mouth from fully closing. An overhead machine whirred and a blue light streamed over Chekov and his mind instantly snapped awake like he had been given twelve cups of high-caffeinated coffee in the space of ten seconds. However he also felt disconnected, somehow unable to feel anything but still fully aware of where he was, like his body had been disconnected from his mind. It most definitely wasn't an out of body experience-or Chekov assumed it wasn't, having never had one before it was hard to tell-as he wasn't drifting around or looking down on himself; he was still there, it was still him. The doctors paused for a second, pushing some kind of foam into their ears before picking up and turning on some complicated devices and hovering over Chekov's exposed torso. Chekov was unable to speak as Dr Standing nodded for everyone to proceed before lowering his own laser scalpel and turning it on.

Chekov felt no pain as Dr Standing made an incision across his ribcage and down his stomach, peeling away the skin and Chekov watched with morbid fascination as the doctor fixed the skin aside and began reading out in medical terminology to one of the other doctors. The others just blurred away and Chekov saw Dr Standing reach inside and slowly pull something out; examining it closely as another surgeon held out a small silver pan for it to be placed in. It took Chekov a moment to recognise what it was.

A kidney. They had taken out his kidney.

Chekov heard a noise as his world began to spin and he felt a ringing in his ears and he finally realised what the doctors had placed in their ears.

Ear plugs-to silence Chekov's screams.

His young brain unable to cope with the horrors of watching his organs being extracted from his body and he welcomed the impending darkness as it swirled into his vision and he was lost in the abyss of unconsciousness.