AN: WARNING THERE IS GORE IN THIS CHAPTER!
"You are to find a serum that works," Marcus ordered, turning, and then leaving.
Khan watched him go. He had raised a brow when they had brought in the unconscious man on the bio bed. He had a beautiful face with full pink lips. High cheek bones that were framed by midnight black hair. He was shorter, only reaching Khan's chin if he were to stand, but his muscles were obviously lithe. He was… perfection.
Khan looked at the PADD. It listed the man as 'creature'. Did they not have a name for what he was? He looked down again; Slaughter. What kind of a name is Slaughter? It listed him as violent, strong and unpredictable. Curious. He read farther down. Several times he had attacked the doctors treating him. He never spoke, never screamed, and never did anything but attack.
His body regenerated much like Khans own body. He was six times faster with reaction time then other humans. He was four times stronger. He was militia trained. He could use all weaponry from the past three hundred and fifty years.
But, then, that made sense. They had had him frozen since they found him one hundred and fifty years ago. And his age is unlisted. If his body regenerated like Khans did, then it was expected that he would never grow old. He would stay this beautiful forever. Like Khan.
Khan had never found anyone from his own people that he had been attracted to. He much felt that he was simply their leader, destined to be alone and lead his people to victory against all others who were imperfect. His attraction to this man, however, was instantaneous, and he was almost hesitant to do Marcus' bidding.
Khan raised the awakening hypo to the man's neck. Pressing it in, the man's eyes opened immediately. Viridian eyes landed immediately on Khan. Khan held his breath. Such perfection didn't deserve to be held hostage in a place like this.
"Hello," Khan said, staring down at the man, Slaughter.
The man was silent for a moment, perhaps wondering what Khan's end game was, but after a few beats of silence, he responded, "Hello." His accent was much like Khans. The man was also British, Khan mused.
"My name is Khan," he said; raising his PADD, glancing down, then back up.
"Harry," the man responded, he lifted his arms, but he was restrained, so his arms only lifted a few inches. The smaller man groaned, dropping his hand back down in frustration.
"I'm sorry," Khan motioned to the restraints, "they are a necessary precaution."
Harry snorted, "Right, like I could hurt someone like you."
Khan paused in his fake reading, frowning, "'Someone like me'? I'm afraid I don't understand what you mean."
Harry turned back to him, no expression on his face, "Don't you? Khan, please don't treat me like I'm stupid. I'm sure Marcus does to you, but that is because he himself is an idiot and needs to compensate by treating everyone else lower." He looked Khan up and down, "You are… better, than he."
Khan was quite speechless. He hadn't expected Harry to just glance at him and know that he was genetically enhanced. Quickly reading the file on the PADD, he soon learned that the man had a twenty-third chromosome. This would indicate that he was genetically enhanced. Like Khan himself was genetically enhanced. He, Khan, sniffed the air. Of course… genetically enhanced people had enhanced sense of smell. And they smelled different from other people.
"I'm sorry, Harry," Khan mused, turning away, he walked over to his desk. There he had many phials of chemicals; some were the ones that had already been on him, others were extra chemicals to be added to fine the perfect solution. "I will never do it again." He promised.
Harry nodded in acceptance, "What are you doing?"
Khan looked up from the chemical he was adding together. "I'm finding a controlling solution for you."
"They're trying to find one of those again?" Harry asked, rolling his eyes, "I would've thought they'd give up. It's been nearly four years; they might want to throw in the towel."
Khan frowned. Four years. He looked back down at his PADD. They had tried on several occasions to find a controlling solution over the past century and a half. Why did Harry think it had only been four years?
"Harry," Khan said, "you have been here longer than four years."
Harry froze, turning his head sharply to Khan, "Longer? What do you mean longer? How long…. What year is it?"
"2257," Khan replied, his eyes narrowing slightly as Harry's grew pale.
"No…" Harry whispered, tears beginning to form in his eyes. "I've been here for one hundred and fifty years?"
Khan nodded. "Yes."
"Chryosleep." Harry said, glaring up to the ceiling. "My god… He's probably dead."
"Who," Khan frowned, he wasn't being clear.
"My husband," Harry said, looking down to his hands. They were clenched into fists.
"Husband?" Kahn looked through the file, there was no mention of a husband.
"Yes… John." Harry whispered, "He was like me. But, they caught up to us. We had been hiding ever since the incident on Olduvai. They, the government, caught up to us. I heard them coming, so I told him that we should split up. I knew that they would never leave us alone until they caught one of us. He turned back just as they descended upon me. I thought… He must have died. Something must have happened." Harry closed his eyes in despair, "He would've come for me. I know he would have."
Khan watch as Harry came to terms with the idea that his was probably dead. It was never easy to lose someone you loved. Harry should have been with his husband when he died. But instead he was here. This could work into my favor, Khan thought.
"Harry," Khan said, standing from his desk and walking to his side. "If given the chance, would you want justice for the life that has been stolen from you?"
Harry looked confused for only a second, before nodding.
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Khan walked up, placing the face covering on the smaller man's head. He adjusted the back, so that the serum was constantly in touch with the base of his neck. He nodded to the admirals. He then stepped away from Harry.
"Admiral," Khan said, motioning to the lithe man.
The admiral looked apprehensive for only a moment, "Slaughter," he said, though his voice wavered slightly. The lithe man didn't move, so the admiral continued. "Attack the men in the red shirts."
Without needing to be told twice, Slaughter jumped through the air, kicking both of the men wearing red shirts in the chest. They both went flying through the air. Khan smirked. He landed back to where he started.
Marcus looked impressed, "Alright," he motioned to one of his assistants. The assistant pulled a bagged and gagged man into the room. The man was struggling, groaning and fighting. His hands were bound behind him, but he tugged those as well. "This, here," Marcus gestured to the man, whose sack was pulled off his head, "is a Klingon."
The Klingon had chocolate colored skin, ridges going down his forehead and a fierce growl. He glared at anyone his eyes could reach.
"Kill him, Slaughter," Marcus ordered. "I don't care how."
Marcus stepped away from the kneeling Klingon.
Slaughter stepped forward, pulling a knife from his thigh; he stopped in front of the Klingon. The Klingon glared up to him, as if daring him to use the knife. Slaughter tilted his head in an almost curious fashion. He then brought the knife to the very top of the Klingons head, right where the ridges start. Pressing down, he began to scalp the ridges right off the Klingons forehead.
The Klingon screamed as red blood gushed from his head. He thrashed and attempted to turn his head, but every time he did, blood would fly everywhere and it would cause the steady flow of the knife to jag and skewer. When the entire forehead was scalped, Slaughter move on.
The Klingon, at this point, was breathing heavily. Still alive, he was clearly shaking and he looked up in fear at the lithe man. This gave Slaughter just the angle he needed, for he place his left hand under the Klingon's chin and brought the knife to just under his hand. Instead of slicing his throat horizontally, like one would think, he brought the knife vertically down the Klingon's jugular.
The Klingon choked and gasped, attempting for a few pitiful moments to catch air. It was no use, however, and was soon dead. Slaughter let the lifeless body fall to the floor, where it made an awful splash as it landed in its own blood. Stepping over the body, Slaughter sheathed his knife, then walked back to the precise point he started.
Looking back to the Admiral, Khan noticed the smirk on his lips. Too bad the Admiral didn't see the smirk adorning Khan's own.
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Khan watched as Harry entered his lab. The armed guard nodded to him, and then glanced at Harry. They were always a bit weary of him. Ever since he scalped that Klingon, something no one had ever considered doing, they didn't quite know what to think of Slaughter.
But, isn't that what his name suggested? That he Slaughter people?
The guard exited the door, and Khan put in his own personal override code. Now, no one could open the door. Not even the Admiral.
Harry reached up and took off his head mask. He turned to Khan and smiled. It had been six months since Star Fleet had awoken him. Three months since he killed that Klingon. And every day, he was brought in to see Khan.
It had been Khan's idea to fake the controlling serum. That way, Harry was given practically free reign of just about anything to follow through with the Admiral's orders. Granted, most of Harry's job was killing. But, no one but the Admiral and Khan know this. Khan had told him he needed to refill his controlling serum in the mask daily to ensure proper dosage, but that he was working on a way around that.
Harry turned to Khan, his green eyes meeting Khan's blue. Khan stepped closer. He brought his hand up to the back of Harry's neck, before tangling it in the inky strands. He gave a stinging tug, before leaning down to crush his lips to Harry's own.
"Ready for phase two, lover," Khan whispered to Harry.
Harry smiled up to him. "And rearing." He leaned forward to capture Khan's lips again.
AN: Shorter, yes, I know. Also, I've been replaced by Crysis 3 by my fiance... sooooo. Anywho, if you guys could love me, that would be awesome. Since I'm not getting it here.