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CHAPTER TWO

When the lift door's opened, Kirk exited and could only stare at the empty bridge as he slowly stepped down to the command chair. Every station was empty from navigation to communication to science. Lights blinked and twinkled brightly at him from their unmanned consoles but the lack of the beeps and buzzing only added to the overall ugly sensation of the lonely atmosphere and deadness of the 'Enterprise'.

Hand resting on the back of command chair, Kirk let his eyes roam around the bridge, straying back to the science station and the empty chair that faced him.

After a moment he turn back toward the main screen and stared at the star filled space that the 'Enterprise' seem to be hanging in. All the while his mind kept churning with some type of explanation for what had to him, his crew and the 'Enterprise'.

Shaking his head to clear away the fog of confusion, he moved forward to the navigation console and scanned the readings. After a disbelieving pause, he sank down in the chair that would've normally been occupied by Sulu, and let his troubled gaze fix on the screen in front of him.

Home. If what he read was real, he should have been staring at the small planet that had at one time been his home. But it was impossible. There was nothing there. Earth. Moon. All of it gone. The entire solar system had been wiped away from space. But how? When? And more importantly who?

The coldness embedded deeper into his being as he pushed himself out of the navigators seat, made his way around the console with the movements of a man with a hundred years added to his soul.

Steps growing heavier as he paced in front of main screen in hard deliberation, Kirk froze in mid-step at the quiet, steady sound of purring. Looking up he found himself exchanging gazes with what appeared to be the same black cat from the corridor.

Bundled up into a sleek small package, she stared at the Captain through half closed gold eyes, with the expression of complacency that only felines possessed. There was a glint that lurked in those gold pools that hinted at a cruelness that knew more of what was going on around them than the human. And planned on enjoying every painful moment of it.

Eyebrow rising in aggravation, Kirk curled a hand into a fist while telling himself to remain calm, knowing that he was momentarily at the whims if this creature until he could deduce what the hell had happened to everything as he knew it.

"I don't know what the hell you are, but I want answer's to what it is you've done to my crew and what you've done with my..."

A gasp of pain drove off any other words that Kirk was planning on saying, as he grasped the console to keep from falling to knees from the shocking, tearing pain.

Struggling for a breath, he glanced back at the command chair and grimaced at the devilish expression that was regarding him from her throne of sanctuary while a set of claws was deeply embedded in the back of the chair.

Kirk gingerly touched the back of his shirt and felt the familiar stickiness of blood soaking through the velour. Still staggering inside from the pain he brought forth his hand and shot a look at the deep red fluid that stained his fingers.

He felt the heat from the next stab of fire before registering the sound of claws ripping through the fabric and metal of the center chair. Unable to hold the soft murmur of agony as the burning ran down and deep along his back, Kirk tightened his grasp on the edge of the console.

Removing a set of delicate needle sharp claws from the slashed chair, she gave each piece of weaponry an enamored look. Flexing her paw, the yellow-gold eyes slipped back in the Captain's direction, wicked delight glowing brightly.

Clenching his teeth, Kirk tried to block out the pain that felt as if it was burning every nerve attached to his spine while focusing on the creature perched smugly in the center chair.

"I don't know what you want, but I guarantee you aren't doing any more damage to this ship or me until I get some answers." Kirk growled before launching himself at the black feline with as much strength as he could muster.

Whiskers flaring forward with a look of accepting the human's challenge, the wily creature literally trilled in glee as she ran both sets of front claws from top to bottom of the chair's back. With a flick of a plume tail she threw one more daring glare back at Kirk leapt over the chair then bounded inbetween the lift doors.

Feeling his flesh ripping violently, Kirk fell to one knee his hand sliding down the side of the console as he ground his teeth against the searing pain. Gulping a lungful of breath, he glanced down at his blood stained hand that rested on the floor then up at the now shut lift doors.

Grappling with the pain and ignoring the blood that made his shirt stick to his back like a second skin, Kirk pushed himself back to his feet. He cared little any more if this did have anything with happened on Pyris VII. This animal was playing a cruel game of it's own aimed directly at him.

A game that had the intention of driving him to madness or killing him. Whichever path he stumbled down he was going to make damn sure of getting some answers as well as possibly taking some company with him down that trail.