Write Our Story: Chapter Eleven: My Kingdom Come, Allow Me To Be Done
(Mr. Grace's P.O.V.)
I was sorry. I was feeling sorry for myself, and also for Angel. I was feeling completely ashamed and I was mad as Hell. I just couldn't help myself; I let it eat me completely alive. My feeling towards her over powered me completely.
When I saw her…
Simply hypnotic his lips were cool to the tantalizing touch; hers were tender and warm and filled with secret passion and burning want that had flown quietly beneath the two of them for far too long.
Kissing...
He couldn't resist touching her, feeling her small frame before his and gradually pull her closer to his chest, to his heart. He felt like snow beneath her finger tips, fresh snow that she so badly wanted to touch and also so badly wanted to preserve.
That… thing…
Air didn't exist, they were beings of pure energy that could overlap, and mix, and entwine through their movements in the wonderful art that is kissing. It was a pure and then again not so pure kiss for the two. Her lips were anything but pure as they had spent a year tasting the wrong person before she met Spock.
It just made my world… freeze over. Nothing else mattered any more, and I mean nothing. Of course she ran through my mind all the time, she was my desperate crush. Her scent lingered in my way too imaginative mind, and yet she became… an obsession. A very unhealthy obsession, if she didn't love me, then she'd suffer for it. I just wanted her to see who really loved her and I thought they could help her see that.
So I threw my entire life out the window. She was my drug, and she kept me going every second of every step I took to destroying my career in Star Fleet all for some sick twisted desire of mine to get her to notice me. I kicked the floor. Some life I had, how many guys go insane for the love of their lives and fuck up so bad they end up in jail. Oh yeah there were a term for those guys, they were called rapist.
Today was most definitely not my day. Then again it hadn't been my day for what… two days now, I think…maybe? By now there was no doubt that the Captain had found out it was me that had followed Angel It wasn't so difficult to find out where she was going, she had left in such a haste that she didn't mark her location as classified, so I did it for her… and I followed her to the Church she was heading to. I still wasn't sure why she was going to a church.
What was she hoping to find there? Jesus Christ? The Holy Spirit? God guiding her somewhere? I wasn't an atheist but… I wasn't a very... religious person. I mean on a ship…living this life… God never really stays in your mind, but from what I can sort of recall God can work miracles and he can turn your life around. I leaned my head back on the wall of my cell.
"Okay God… I give myself to thee." I said to well…God.
I wasn't sure what I was doing. I was out of options. I was a sad pile of shit in the cell of a Klingon War-Bird after being betrayed by the people I promised to help after I cracked after I saw the girl of my dreams making out with the guy I hated. Not much more could go wrong.
The main door to the room where I was located opened thanks to Karma.
Well apparently more could go wrong.
"And here is the…the Captain's sweet, Captain Kirk, I'm sure you and your crew will be very comfortable, please do not hesitate to inform me if you're in need of anything." I tried not to look like the Jack-Ass that betrayed the ship.
The Captain and Lieutenant Uhura were pushed into the empty cell next to me that smelled like rotted meat. And lucky, oh lucky, lucky, lucky me was greeted by the one man I hated, and at this point I feared Mr. Spock.
"Don't Kill me." The words tumbled from my mouth pretty easily, and oh look there goes my dignity.
I've never seen the look Spock gave me from anyone in my entire life. He looked… I can barely describe… he looked…bloody thirsty. And with my simply 'Finest in the Fleet' hand to hand combat training Spock had his hands around my neck in a simple matter of seconds.
"Kill you." I could smell the malice in his breath.
"For what you have done to the ship; for what you have done to its crew; for what you have done to my T'hy'la, death does not suit you, Svik (Vulcan Translation: Traitor)."
"Spock, don't you dare do this." Nyota squinted to see Spock in the darkness.
I heard Mr. Spock growl in response just barely, I was losing oxygen but I was straining to hear the one human being who actually didn't want me to die.
"It hurts Spock, I know it does. You don't know where Angel is. How do you think I feel? I miss her, and I'm worried about her and I don't know if we're bringing her home dead or alive and I know you're looking at him right now and all you want to do is take your revenge early but Spock you aren't a killer. I know you're not, you're a pacifist, and as much as I love you're showing emotion for Angel and proving you do love her, don't do this for her, Angel wouldn't want you to do this."
I was relieved someone gave a shit about me, so, so relieved and I was waiting for the Lieutenant to work some magic and get him to let me go.
"Spock…please." Her voice was incautious.
Haltingly, he let me go and I struggled to get enough air to go back from blue to Irish-man pale.
"Don't you think you've escaped death's grip Alex! At any chance I get, if you cross me I'm going to be the one to rip your dick off and sew it onto your ass!" She raged.
I was silent at first.
"Did you hear me?!" She cried.
"Yes!" I responded.
Ah yes I was in some deep shit, the Captain for all this time was silent.
"These walls are Anthracite." I heard him say in a faraway tone.
Is that what I sounded like?
"Why does that matter?" The Lieutenant asked.
"Of course it matters." Spock said with realization in his voice.
"The beam of a Klingon weapon known as a Painstik which is used to inflict pain for submissive and ritualistic purposes is strong enough to-"
"Make a bomb…my God it can make a bomb." The Lieutenant interrupted.
"Indeed."
"Then we'll play dead." The Captain was up now, up and about and ready for the plan that was forming before him.
"Play dead?" I inquired.
"The one on table that's closest to the wall, if we bang on the walls hard enough it will fall then the chemical reaction should take its place, the commotion will bring them in… Captain Kaol wants us alive until further notice if we play dead, the guards will be curious and they'll come close to our cell, don't move until you're sure you can apprehend them." The captain ignored me, hey no surprise there I am a red-shirt, and a traitor. But I still had a horrible feeling about this plan.
"Then let us begin." Spock stood up.
I expected this to take at least five minutes.
Wrong.
With Mr. Spock's god dam Vulcan washboard abs type strength he knocked that mother fucking Painstik onto the floor. I immediately recalled my skinny Irish-boy physique and inwardly cringed. I'm so fucking awkward I just can't even anymore.
It seemed to take ages for it to roll over to the cell even though in reality it was only ten seconds. The explosion shook the cage drastically and of course I fell over, I hit my head pretty hard on the wall and my vision began to swim for a little bit. Spock 'Fell' to my right and it wasn't long until a herd of angry Klingons came in barking orders. I blinked tiredly and tried to tilt my head to look at Spock he was motionless.
Completely immobile, he lay there in eerie…peace and quiet. Until a guard came within a centimeter of his grasp, then, he was automatically Bruce Lee and he made a Klingon, a warrior, a man trained wit soul crushing grueling pain, terrified.
He became an animal. That was the best way to describe it, I was a little fuzzy on Vulcan history, but I vaguely remembered they were unmerciful blood-thirsty warriors at some point apparently long before the Klingons could scramble down to almost…copy them. Klingons resembled early Vulcans, wasn't that so…dam…weird?
(Spock's P.O.V)
Spock was not ashamed to say his enmity got the best of him. In that moment, when he realized he was free to release the monster known as choler, He allowed it consume him. He knew the Captain would not force him to stop, he knew the Lieutenant would also understand, and so he allowed himself to become lost in the intoxicating power of anger.
"Rislauk stislax ri wi manik oek ha'kiv!" (Vulcan Translation: Foul Monster not worthy of life) He roared.
Every word was filled with venom and ever punch was harder, and deadlier, and filled with more and more rage. He wanted to draw each moment of the Klingon's torment out, and yet, he wanted to end him, quickly and swiftly and still in the most painful manner.
"Guhsh Aushfa!" (Vulcan Translation: Worthless animal) He thundered.
The Klingon implored for benevolence and for his life, Spock was however too concerned however with making him bleed. Spock did not cease, He could not cease until He saw his blood stain the earth, and his blood stain his fingertips. And even then Angel would not have been avenged; his mere life could never repay for the pain his treasured.
"Nehaya Kre'nath!" (Vulcan Translation: Rot Bastard)He shouted.
It felt wonderful to Spock, absolutely wonderful to watch the animal before him suffer. It was indescribable the emotions Spock was feeling. Tranquility, Joy, Hatred, Thrill, Anger, Frustration, and passion; such a deep, deep passion for death, an understanding of love, it was almost musical; it was a high, a new high Spock had never reached.
He couldn't stop, he enjoyed it far too much, he was running on adrenaline and reaching the sky, the moon, the sun, the stars, the next galaxy, he was reaching heaven, and hell, and purgatory, he was reaching his highest point and inside he felt every blood cell moving through his skin, he felt the particles in the air he breathed in through his lungs, he felt it all, and he enjoyed it.
(Angel's P.O.V)
I had a cat one, a beautiful, beautiful charcoal cat with the most invigorating emerald eyes. This cat, as insane as it may seem taught me life. She taught me life as it was, as it was supposed to be, and how it deserved to be. She taught me life was a lady and nature was a man, she taught me about the man in the moon, and the woman in the sun. She taught me about the water that sleeps underground and the water that sleeps up in the clouds. She taught me most significantly who I was.
And now, I looked for my cat once again, I was horribly lost, and I knew my cat could set me free. My cat in life I realized hadn't died. No she was very much alive; she was alive in everyone I met. Nyota… a woman I was finally remembering taught me the night, another woman, my friend named Christine taught me the day, another man taught me about the ground by the name of Scotty, and another man taught me about the sky by the name of Jim.
They taught me in their own ways through their philophies of life. And another thing they taught me is that I was who I set out to be. It wasn't my past that defined me, it was my actions, it was not my thoughts that defined me, but my words that defined me. It was the enemies I vanquished that defined me, it was how I vanquished them that defined me.
They taught me I could make a mistake, I could be so, so, so wrong and still come out clean. They taught me that the wisest was not he older man, but the younger girl that had made a mistake and changed her perspective.
I learned life wasn't black, or white, or grey, it was whatever color I painted it. And most importantly, I learned I was a baby. I was a baby who had just begun her life in the world being only twenty-one years old. I was a baby in a circle of men and women who had learned before me, talked before me, walked before me, men and women who had lived years, and will still continue to live after me.
I was a baby living with younger babies; I was a baby living with old women and old men. I was not dimwitted however, I had not unimportant, no I was as important as everyone around me led to be, and finally, finally, finally once I unlocked this door, I finally awakened. I was no longer surrounded by shrewish nightmares, I was surrounded by my own mind, and I controlled my own mind.
And I wanted to find the love of my life, my Vulcan, the man who kept me as his treasured, as his beloved as his T'hy'la the man they called Spock.
(Kirk's P.O.V)
I didn't want to stop Spock, and yet I did. I wanted him to get at the Klingon shit for being involved in all of this, I wanted to cheer him on, Hell I wanted to get my own Klingon punching bag and have at it. But another part of me, the Captain part of me knew that… he had to stop, it knew this wasn't Spock really…it was a rage and a lust for blood mask Spock was wearing. So I took my first step to helping him, to getting him to stop.
A shot ended the life of the Klingon Spock was planning to end with another blow.
"Now that I have your attention, here is the finish you have all been expecting." He was holding Angel, the mad man, the Klingon was holding Angel.
A disruptor shot to the brain could kill you instantly, it's very, very, very rare if you survive and the typical survivors were shot from far away. A shot so close to the skull, to the brain, a shot at the temple will blow her brain and kill her immediately; there would be absolutely no chance for her to live. We would be carrying home a dead and horribly mangled Angel to receive a Star Fleet burial, the finest honor we could give her.
"Why so silent? Come now Captain Kirk, I had expected a word from you, or perhaps you Miss Uhura?!" He was smart.
It was obvious he was, he knew he had put Spock over the edge, he knew Spock would be distracted with a guard, he knew Uhura and I would be too caught up paying attention to Spock, he knew Angel would be easy for the taking, he was prepared, he was prepared for everything.
"Don't listen to him; whatever you do in God's name don't listen to him." I'd never heard Angel refer to God, ever in her entire service to the Enterprise.
She was a good girl I thought in my head, one of the best I was preparing a death speech already… I'd never felt so…desperate, I'd never been so done with everything in my entire life. I just couldn't see, what could I do to reason with a mad man.
"What do you want?" It was Spock who started to talk.
"What do I want?" He pantomimed
"He wants to know what I want my sweet." His lips were against her ear and easily, his tongue glided up her cheek.
"I want you to watch her suffer."
Our father
Who art in heaven
Hallow be thy name
Thy kingdom come,
Thy will be done.
I was out of ideas, what more could I do?
Author's Note: Well I enjoyed writing this chapter, until then updates WILL be the same as they are now, but once September Fourth begins, updates will go from ever five days to ever TEN (10) days.
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