Walking towards the house, he noted that he could see the outline of another man other than Pavel. Jim Kirk. He was in the house with the kid. Khan knew that Jim wouldn't leave Pavel alone unless his worked dragged him away from the kid. So running and crouching in a crook between McCoy's house and the one next to it, Khan pulled out his large gun and carefully aimed at the water tower, steadying his grip and pulling the trigger when he was ready.
The large bullet flew out of the gun and pierced the wooden flesh of the small tower. Water began to pour out of it and onto the ground, years of saved water from the well just streaming out in gallons. From inside, Khan heard a shout and the door to McCoy's house flew open with Jim at the ready, hand on his gun, running towards the tower. People gathered around it in wonder and shock. Khan's action drew a large crowd. Bigger than he expected. But that was what Khan needed. He stood up and quickly dashed inside the house, closing the door quietly behind him and locked it.
Inside the house, it was musty and covered with dirt and grime. A cool breeze wafted in from the air vents that still worked. Khan looked around the front room, glancing over the couch and chairs. No Pavel. Khan groaned and silently snuck around on his tip toes, careful where he walked. Where would the kid be?
Khan took to the stairs, carefully watching his step. He knew these wooden stairs were creaky and one wrong move and it was all over for Khan. He carefully grabbed the handrail and jumped up the stairs quietly, two by two, reaching the top in no time. He held his breath and looked around. There were only two doors. One led to the bathroom and the other, a bedroom. Khan stopped and took a large step forward, listening closely from both doors.
From one door, he heard nothing but the trickle of water from what he guessed was the sink. From the other, he could hear muffled sobbing and the shuffled of bed sheets. Perfect. Pavel was weak and unaware of what was in store for him. Khan knew that this was easy prey. Very easy in fact. He gently grabbed the handle and turned it, stepping through the doorframe. There was a creak under his foot and Khan winced. Pavel quickly sat up from the bed, wiping his eyes.
"Jim?" Pavel asked in a confused voice.
"Oh, the contrary." Khan mused, stepping fully into the room, closing the door behind him.
Pavel knew that voice. It was the voice of the man that had broken into his house and had playfully threatened Leonard and him that he would tell the Sheriff about their going ons.
"Khan?!" Pavel squeaked, scrambling out of bed, fists up in the air. Khan smiled and walked towards the boy, not afraid.
"How cute. Did McCoy teach you to do that?" Khan asked in a faux voice. Pavel nodded his head and kept his fist at least a foot away from his own body. He was careful to move around the room, trying to inch his way towards the door. Khan noticed this and quickly stopped him.
"You're not going anywhere." Khan growled, lashing out a hand, grabbing Pavel's collar, reeling the boy close towards him. Khan could now see why McCoy had such an infatuation with the kid. He was small and seemingly fragile, but still so strong in a spiritual sense. His face and voice were that of something forgein.
Grabbing the boy's chin, he pulled it up so he could see Pavel's face. He grinned maniacally. "I can see why McCoy wanted to marry you…" He whispered, running his finger over Pavel's jaw. Pavel turned away, closing his eyes. "Such a creature of beauty." He murmured.
"Let go." Pavel mumbled.
"What's that?" Khan asked sweetly.
"Let me go." He repeated, turning his head away.
"No. I can't do that. I need you. You see, McCoy is going to come back to town." Khan explained. Pavel's eyes widened and brightened. Khan saw that in Pavel's face.
"And you want to know why?" Khan asked. Pavel nodded his head vigoursly. "Because you've been held against your will. Hostage and beaten. Of course he's going to come back and save the man he loves." Khan growled.
"You can't do that! Please no! You just can't!" Pavel exclaimed, wriggling away and started to the door, but Khan grabbed Pavel's arm and neatly fractured it at the elbow, only hearing half a snap. He didn't want to maim the kid entirely. Pavel cried out in agonizing pain, dropping to the floor.
"That's what I thought." Khan responded, picking Pavel up and pulled out a wrap from his pocket, putting it around Pavel's mouth, as a sort of gag. Then he hoisted the kid over his shoulder and climbed out the back window of the house, escaping away without anyone seeing him.
Khan was careful how he transported Pavel. He still wanted the boy to be alive and in good use for McCoy, but just injured enough that McCoy would instantly give up anything to save him. It amused Khan how enticing this whole idea was. He as giddy just thinking about tricking the great Leonard McCoy into coming back into the Enterpirse and getting himself caught.
Pavel tried to wriggle free while in Khan's gags, but found it too hard. He couldn't speak, couldn't move. His arm felt broken for sure and Jim wasn't there to save him. Jim wound't know where he was. Not even Pavel knew were Khan was taking him.
"Hold on, you'll be fine in a minute." Khan assured the kid. As he was walking to the old rundown house that no one would even bother to look in, he began to think that maybe he should have his own fun with the kid. Nothing against McCoy or anyone, he just wanted to have a go at the kid. See what McCoy was so fascinated and infatuated with.
As they made their way to the small shack, Khan heard a commotion rising from the front of the town. It sounded like Jim Kirk's voice calling out for Pavel's name. When Pavel heard his name being called, he wriggled and tried to cry out, but the gag was doing it's job quite well. Khan grinned. Bonds were the best weapon of choice.
"They can't hear you." Khan shook his head as he reached the back of the abandoned house, carefully easing into the back door, closing it and locking it shut. The house was dark and only hints of yellowed light came into the house, letting the dust particles that rose in the air, be shown like flakes of snow. Shades were falling at the seams, but dry, thick weeds grew into the window, holding everything together.
Khan held the wriggling Pavel as they made their way to the front of the house. The stairs next to them had a few missing steps, but that didn't bother Khan. He strode right up the stairs still there, almost slipping on a missing board, but caught himself.
"I'm going to have fun with this." Khan muttered to himself as he made his way to the top hall, kicking open a rusted door. When he did, a plume of dust flew up in the air causing Pavel and Khan to cough. Khan just let out a small cough, while Pavel was wheezing and coughing heavily against the gag.
Khan walked in and saw that there was an old, yellowed matress without a skeleton to be propped up on. A single window was sealed shut, no air coming in, no air escaping. The shades were tattered and ragged streaks of light poured in like tiget stripes. Khan strutted over to the mattress and let Pavel go, having him fall against the mattress.
Pavel whined as he fell against the rough mattress. He looked up at Khan, seeing the tall dark man, standing above him. He could see the menacing look in his eyes as Pavel stared up at him.
"Mmf! Mmngh!" Pavel cried out, wriggling. Khan tilted his head and smiled.
"Isn't this adorable?" He sighed. "I'll be back for you." Khan noted as he began to walk out the door, closing it behind him.
As Pavel lay face up on the mattress, he could only think of the things that Khan might do to him. The strange man had said that he was going to 'have is own fun' with him and honestly, Pavel was scared for what that meant. He knew he could handle Bones in such a situation, but Khan? He was a powerful man with no morals what so ever. He would destroy Pavel's delicate body.
Fear struck him and he began to wriggle around, crying out through he gag, but no intelligible sentences came out. Tears began stream from his face as he accepted his fate. Khan was going to hurt him and therefore, use him as a playing piece to bring Bones back to capture him. He couldn't let that happen. Then he wouldn't be able to see Bones ever again.
Pavel closed his eyes and looked up at the ceiling, wishing that he wasn't here. He was wishing that he had never yelled at Bones and that Bones would take him away to live a mysterious life and travel through Europe and go to Russia. He whimpered as he could feel the ring still on his finger.
Khan made his way out of the house, acting like nothing had happened. There was no sight of Jim, which was good for his part. He kept walking towards the entrance of the town, spotting 3 black garbbed men standing there with horses, waiting for him. They were his messenger men.
"Men! I'm glad to see you arrive alive and in tact. How was Indian country?" Khan asked as he approached them. One of the men groaned and walked up to meet Khan, handing him an envelope.
"Almost got our asses skinned, but other than that…we almost died from some goddamned disease. So how do you think it went?" The man responded, glaring at Khan.
Khan took the envelope and opened it. Inside was the money he had requested. A small smile spread on his face. "Good work. I didn't know that I had hired three of the best…" He responded, ignoring the man's griping. The money had been from a infamous bank, from a rich accountant that he had sent the men to go and steal.
"Well, where's our payment? We've been hauling ass ever since a month ago and all we've got is three beers." The man complained.
"Trust me, you're going to want to wait. I have one more job for you three." Khan gave a small smile before it disappeared into something serious. "There's a man about…twenty or so miles out. Real rough looking. Not very dapper at all. He's got a black horse. His name is Leonard McCoy. You tell him I have his boyfriend hostage and the poor thing is being rode like a bull at a rodeo and tortured. Ensure that he makes it back here." Khan smirked.
"Why should we?" The man snapped. Khan sighed and glanced past the man before grabbing the leader's collar and pulled a small gun out on his head.
"Because, I can kill you and…there are gold bars in that safe." Khan pointed to the Bank. "You and your friends will get every single one of them if you complete this task."
The man, shaking, looked up at Khan and then the bank. That was the best deal he had ever been offered. "Y-yes sir. I can do that. Right away." He nodded as Khan roughly released him, sending him off towards his group.
"You do it soon. I can only hurt the boy so much before he is worthless to McCoy." Khan noted to himself and the man.
"Of course sir! Yes!" The man nodded and quickly ran off to his group, muttering about the task and the payment. Khan watched as the three men got up on their horses and left Enterprise, riding off to go catch Leonard McCoy. Khan smiled and headed back to the shack, sneaking away without anyone seeing him what so ever. Of course, he was nearly spotted by Jim Kirk, but a stumbling Scotsman came running out, crying out about how Leonard McCoy had disappeared. That was distraction enough for Khan to slip away unnoticed.
He made it into the back of the house and walked through, to the front, jumping up the stairs gracefully sticking a landing at the top. Khan smiled to himself as he walked through the door into the room with Pavel inside. Sure enough, Pavel was still in there, gagged and tied up.
"Wonderful. You're still gift wrapped." Khan laughed, walking over the mattress, squatting down to meet Pavel's eyes. "Oh yes, I'm going to have fun with this." Khan gently grazed the boy's jaw, gripping it roughly at the chin. His eyes dilated and heart began to race with adrenaline. Pavel whimpered and cried, shaking his head.
"No no no. Don't cry." He muttered, sitting down next Pavel, stroking the boy's curly hair. "I'm going to make you into bad enough condition that McCoy is going to want you…but he won't ever touch you again like he used to." Khan sighed, his hand coming around to cup Pavel's chin. Pavel whimpered and tried to tug away, but Khan kept a tough grip on his jaw and chin.
"I'm not going to try and hurt you." He leaned in and whispered into Pavel's ear.
Back home, Khan had been known as a ladies man, but was handsome enough that even men had secretly hit on him. "Now make this easy for me. I don't want to have to hit you." He muttered as his mouth moved down to Pavel's neck, pressing his lips against the smooth skin. Pavel cried and whimpered, but Khan ignored it, gently biting at the skin below. Pavel yelped and tears formed in his eyes. Khan grinned and began to move his way up and down Pavel's neck and jaw, making red and purple marks as he went. All Pavel could do was squirm and whimper as he felt the teeth and suction around his neck. He could smell the minty, yet smoky breath of Khan as he moved along his body, the older man's fingers snaking through his hair. Pavel could hear his own pulse thudding in his ears. His eyes stung and his face burned with humiliation as he felt Khan gripping his shirt as his mouth traveled onto his cheek. It just got worse from there.
About ten minutes in, Khan had gotten as far as removing the poor boy's shirt and his pants were around his ankles. Pavel had gone red in the face and just wished that it would all be over. He honestly would take death by noose than go through the rest of this humiliation. As Khan stood up to finish his work, it was as if Pavel's guardian angel came through for that one moment. A commotion from outside. Two men were yelling both Khan and Pavel's name. Khan knew that if he didn't show up, the men would get anxious and start searching the town.
"I'll be back." He told Pavel, whose eyes were squeezed shut and face red. He didn't respond to Khan. Khan just shook his head and left the room, heading back down the stairs, out the back door and turned to enter upon the town center. He saw Jim and Pike wandering around, guns pulled. Khan sighed and made his prescence known.
"I heard you calling?" He asked, walking towards the men. Jim and Pike quickly jumped at his voice.
"Yes." Jim started. "Where's Pavel? He's gone missing." Jim seemed more frantic about the absence of Pavel than Pavel's own father.
"Gone missing? Is Pavel the small Russian boy?" Khan asked knowingly. Jim glared at him.
"Yes. He is…where is he?" Jim growled.
"I don't know. You're the one who left him unattended. Last time I saw him was heading off towards a "special" place. Or that's what he called it." Khan shrugged, using the only inkling of knowledge that he had about Pavel and using it towards his own advantage.
"The barn…that makes sense." Jim looked at Pike and then at Khan. "You better not be hiding something from me Khan. I should kill you right here on the spot." Jim hissed as he walked away. Khan smiled, content with himself, but not all that pleased yet.
"Where's my son?" Pike stepped up and whispered.
"You told me to take care of him—"
"Yes! I did. I want to make sure that he is. Is he?" Pike asked.
"Yes. He is. It's going to get McCoy back and gone in minutes." Khan promised.
"And I won't have to watch him anymore?" Pike asked, almost desperately. Khan cocked his head with confusion.
"Why wouldn't you want to keep such a sweet boy?" He asked.
"Because. He's been on my tail ever since he arrived. He's been making things worse since he's foreign and he apparently has a taste for men instead of women. You don't know what the hassle's like." Pike scoffed. Khan looked at the Sheriff wide eyed.
"You're saying it's not okay to have intrests in men?" Khan asked. Pike looked at Khan, almost with a menance.
"Don't tell me you're one of them too?" Pike asked.
"Me? Oh no, I prefer women and men. One just can't sastify me." Khan shrugged before he started walking off, leaving Pike with his jaw wide open in shock. Khan smirked at himself as he walked away and towards the shack.
Upon entering the room where he left Pavel, he saw the the boy was now up against a corner, still tied up, but moved somewhere else. As he walked forward, he could see the look of fear and terror in his eyes. It's exactly what Khan wanted to see.
"You don't have to be afraid. It's just like you and McCoy, except this time, McCoy isn't here and it's me." Khan shrugged, walking over, meeting the boy. Pavel shook his head, eyes closed. Khan sighed. "I don't see why McCoy would even bother with you. You're so difficult."
"MMgff." Pavel objected against the gag.
"I know. I know. I feel the same way." Khan stroked Pavel's cheek and ran a finger down the rough purple marks that his mouth had left on Pavel's neck. "Poor thing." He sighed. Pavel closed his eyes and tried to block everything that was in his mind, out. He didn't want to feel anything. He knew what was coming and Khan wasn't like McCoy. He wouldn't be easy on him. Khan would destroy Pavel's will to live and tarnish his self esteem.
Khan spent the rest of the time sitting next to Pavel, calling him pet names and complimenting him then that would be followed by some sort of physical touch and Pavel would shiver and cry. He knew that Khan didn't mean anything and was just saying things to make Pavel like him.
"How does it feel to know that your father doesn't care that any of this is happening to you?" Khan asked as his face was against Pavel's neck. Pavel closed his eyes and shook his head. "The person who loves you isn't even here right now. It's wrong for them to love you." He kept talking and it just made Pavel feel worse.
"I'm here to help you." Khan muttered. "You don't need McCoy. Or your father. Or anyone else."
"Mhhnn." Pavel shook his head quickly and spat out his loosened gag. "No! Leonard vill come! I know he vill!"
"Oh, I'm not saying he won't come. I saying he won't want you anymore." Khan matter of factly told Pavel before sticking the gag right back in his mouth…
Bones had been riding for a while, nearly a day or so. The heat wasn't bothering him. The riding burn wasn't bothering him. Nothing was bothering him. He was out of his game, nearly riding into two towns that had his face plastered over the town walls. He felt lonely more than anything. He missed the sound of Pavel's thickly accented voice calling him Leo, a name which he had hated before meeting the kid, but now cherished it. Bones was feeling worse and worse, nearly hallucinating the boy.
A night ago when he had been sleeping under a tree in the middle of nowhere, he had horrible nightmares, thrashing and calling out. He never had nightmares that physically compromised him. And when he woke up, he saw Pavel sitting up against the trunk, looking at him with a wise smile. The boy was calm and quiet.
"P-Pavel?" Bones sat up looking at him. The boy just smiled and shook his head, almost in a sorrowful way. "Pavel? You sure look like him." Bones became wary now. Was this a trap for him to be caught and turned in?
"I eem not actually Pavel. He ees…err…off somevhere. His body ees zere, but zis is his mind trying to reach you and apparently, he has found eet." The boy spoke calmly and softly.
"Where is his body? And what is he doing?" Bones asked, terrified for Pavel.
"Eet's off somevhere….still een ze Enterprise. I can't bring myself to vhat ees happening." The boy shook his head, eyes closed.
"Come on, you've got to tell me. I need to know." Bones pleaded.
"I can't." He shook his head.
"Come on kid! I need to know if Pavel needs me to come back!" Bones raised his voice, which spooked the boy and his image disappeared. Bones was left with his mouth open, worried and shocked. Had he just hallucinated Pavel? What did that mean? Was it actually his mind trying to reach Bones?
Stunned, but not quite yet believing the image, Bones sunk back down to the ground and closed his eyes, hands around his Revolver; Pasha, falling asleep, waiting for the sun to come up another day. If it didn't come up, that would be okay with him also.