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"I had every reason to suspect that Marcus had killed every single one of the people I hold most dear." Khan blinked as the tears ran down his face.

"So I responded in kind. My crew is my family, Kirk. Is there anything you would not do for your family?"

As Kirk looked at Khan with loathing, Khan's mind drifted. It was a true statement; his 72 crew members were his only family. Khan slowly shut his eyes as the flashbacks began.

"Hurry up and come downstairs!"

Khan let out a long, purposefully drawn-out sigh. He marked the page he was reading with a pencil and rolled off the side of the bed. Dragging himself up from the floor, he pulled on a sweater and walked down the hallway. As he paused to turn off the bathroom light, he looked at himself in the mirror. His black hair framed his face perfectly. His blue eyes examined his face; long, sculptured with gentle lips curling into a small smile. His pale skin and light build matched the fragility of his adolescent years. He supposed this is what his best friend meant by being a "looker". Girls tended to travel in packs and stare as he passed through the hallways, and it made getting through the school day work, instead of something simple. He didn't mind that the girls liked him, but it was rather annoying that instead of talking to him, they just giggled and ran off.

"Are your legs dysfunctional? Get your butt down here now!" The voice shouted again.

Khan moved a lightning speed down the staircase, skipping the bottom three steps. He skidded around the corner and slid on the tile into the kitchen.

"Wow, you actually exist!" A girl snorted from the other side of the room. She was perched on a stool, her legs crossed in a formal manner.

"I think you should be happy that I actually decided to grace you with my presence." Khan retorted.

Her caramel brown eyes surveyed him. "I would think that my little brother would treat me with more respect." She replied with a wink.

"Well, don't dream too hard." Khan said with a smile. "So...why exactly did you call me down here anyways?"

"Dinnertime! Can't you smell it?" She said, pulling her dark hair back away from her face.

Khan sniffed the air, taking in the smells of meat roasting. He made his way out to the deck, taking in the gorgeous views of the nearby mountains to the north and the visible lights of the city to the east.

"Where's Rose?" His father asked, setting the drinks on the table.

"She wants to make sure she's beautiful for dinner." Kahn smirked, rolling his eyes.

"I have never understood girls, and I probably never will." His father mused, sitting down in a comfortable chair.

"Well if that's the case, why did you marry me?" His wife said with a smile before planting a kiss on her husband's cheek.

"You are a different scenario." He smiled back.

"Get a room!" Rose joked, playfully punching her parents.

"Well, at least they keep their displays of affection to a minimum. You and Josh can't seem to keep your business behind closed doors." Khan snarked.

"Whatever." Rose replied simply.

"Beautiful comeback. You must have worked hard to find that one."

"Shut up, squirt!" Rose said as she kicked Khan in the leg.

"Why don't we turn our attention to the food?" Their mother asked, trying to keep the sibling tension to a minimum.

"Wonderful idea." Khan grinned as his parents began passing around the plates.

2 Years Later

"Hey, little brother who just turned sixteen!" Rose greeted as Khan walked through the door.

"Sixteen and I still have to do all the work around here. You are nineteen. Work a little."

Rose turned her chair to face Khan. "Beg your pardon, but I have a real job."

"A desk job." Khan muttered under his breath.

"I heard that!" Rose joked. "And it's better than nothing! I'm not like our loser neighbors! They are in their mid-20's and they did nothing but rest on their laurels."

"Oh, please!" Khan scoffed. "A desk job is the exact same, except that you are getting paid to do it."

"Don't be such a smartass!"

"I can only be who I am." Khan replied, giving his sister his cheesiest grin.

Rose didn't reply immediately, as she quickly became lost in thought, contemplating everything that had been happening. Their parents were taken to jail to await a trail a few weeks ago. They had been accused of murdering a man through illegal experimentation. Their parents had always been ones to experiment, whether it be something simple like adding an extra ingredient during cooking, or something more complex. Five months ago, their parents began experimenting with an almost dead plant, specifically a tulip, that they had found in their backyard. Their dad came up with a crazy idea to rehabilitate the plant. They began with simple steps: repotting the plant and watering it. Within weeks, they had begun to inject the stem with an engineered formula to strengthen the plant and enable it to get more nutrients from the ground. The plant grew to an astronomical size, which caused a man from the city to take interest in it. He introduced himself as Cory Mapterson, a man who studied plants and wanted to know how their parents managed to grow such a plant. Reluctantly, their mothers agreed to demonstrate the process of injecting the plant and recording its growth. She explained that the cycle repeats itself every three days and that the plant had been strengthening every time.

After that conversation, Mapterson got even more interested in the chemistry of it all. Throughout the next few weeks, he collaborated with their dad on how to make it available for humans. After a week of testing, their father became convinced that it wouldn't be possible to synthesize humans with the chemical. However, Mapterson refused to give in. Fueled by the possibility that he could be holding the cure to his cancer, he injected himself with the chemical in his home. Within minutes, Mapterson had collapsed to the ground, overcome with seizures. His wife tried to aid him, but her attempts were unsuccessful and Mapterson died soon after. His wife came into contact with Khan and Rose's parents and explained the situation. Their parents were jailed for murder and illegal experimentation and only yesterday did they have their trial. Khan and Rose were not allowed to attend, leaving them with no idea of the outcome.

"What are you thinking about?" Khan questioned, breaking the silence.

With a sigh, Rose began expressing her fears and concerns for their parents. Khan remained attentive and silent throughout her monologue. As Rose finished, she began tapping the counter excessively.

"Don't worry about it, Rose." Khan comforted her, pulling her into a hug. "We'll be able to know within a few days. Just remember that it wasn't their fault Mapterson went nuts and tried to cure himself. He knew the risks and he chose to continue anyways."

Rose began to speak, but was interrupted by a knock on the door. "I'll get it." She whispered as she wiped her eyes.

Rose opened the door, and a police officer came into view. Khan took in his over-groomed appearance, from his uniform that had been obsessively ironed, to his hair, still wet with gel.

"Is this the Singh residence?" The officer asked.

"Do you need something?" Khan asked, anger flooding into his voice. Rose put a protective hand on his shoulder, silently begging him to remain calm.

"I am to inform you to come to the main garden square tomorrow at five o'clock in the afternoon."

"Is that all?" Khan questioned.

"Yes." The officer confirmed.
"Good. Thanks." Khan replied sharply, hastily shutting the door in the officer's face.

Khan turned to face Rose, whose face looked overcome by sadness.

"It'll be fine, Rose. I promise." Khan gave a small smile, though in his heart, he felt as though something had died.

At four-thirty, Rose and Khan made their way towards the square. Rose had been silent the entire time, refusing to talk to Khan, which made him rather uncomfortable. They reached the square with minutes to spare, and noticed that a crowd had gathered around.

"Are they making the results of the trial public?" Khan asked Rose. Rose shrugged her shoulders in response.

At five, a voice began to speak in a commanding tone. "Welcome to the results of the trial of Sandra and Daniel Singh." Khan hoisted Rose on top of his shoulders so that she could see the speaker. An elderly man, with shoulder-length gray hair was speaking from a wooden podium. His hands grasped the sides with immense strength for a person of his size, and his face remained emotionless.

"The Singh's were placed in jail three weeks ago, to await trial for the murder of Cory Mapterson and for alleged illegal experimentation. The trial took place yesterday, and these are the results that we have. Sandra and Daniel Singh, would you place stand up?"

Rose looked towards the right side of the stage and saw her parents stand at attention, hands at their sides, looking calm and peaceful.

"Sandra and Daniel Singh, it has been decided that your role in the murder of Cory Mapterson and your experimentations are too large to be ignored. The jury has decided that both of you shall be publicly executed for your crimes."

Khan almost collapsed to the ground before he caught himself. Khan bent down as Rose clambered off his shoulders. They exchanged a glance, sadness, anger and confusion mirrored in each other's faces.

They watched in horror as their parents were marched to the center of the stage. Ten armed men in the city's colors of blue and gold waited for the command of their officer.

"Take aim!" The officer yelled out, so that the entire crowd could hear. Rose placed her head into Khan's chest, refusing to watch.

"Fire!" Ten shots rang out, followed by the thudding of their parent's bodies hitting the stage floor.

Khan collapsed to the ground as his world turned black.

"Please open the door." Rose pleaded as she knocked on Khan's door. Her brother had changed drastically within the weeks of their parents' deaths. She had tried to remain her normal self, crying only when she was alone and keeping as positive as she could around Khan. However, it didn't seem to be making a difference. Her brother kept himself confined to his room, rarely making an appearance, even for meal times.

The door swung open. Khan had dark circles underneath his eyes, suggesting that he hadn't slept for days. The blinds were shut, blocking out any light. Clothes and other items had been thrown across the floor. He was still dressed in the same clothes he was wearing at the time of the execution. He had lost at least ten pounds from lack of eating. Rose yanked him into a hug that he half-heartedly returned.

"Khan, please talk to me. Please." Rose begged, tears streaming down her face.

"I don't want to talk. I don't need to talk. I'll get along just fine." Khan replied, his face vacant.

"No." Rose argued. "You haven't been fine. You haven't talked for weeks. You barely eat. You look horrible. Please, just let me help you!" Her voice cracked as she tried to talk sense into her brother.

"I don't care, Rose. Just let me be."

"I'll never leave you alone. Khan, you are my brother. I am going to help you."

"No. You aren't." Khan said, and with that, he pushed Rose off of him and threw her out of the room.

"Khan! Please!" Rose shouted.

It was no use. Her brother had retreated back into the confines of his own mind.

Khan ran his fingers through his hair. He snarled as he heard children playfully screaming in the street. He looked out the window, glancing in the direction of the building that his sister once worked in. His sister had been snatched from him as quickly as his parents had been. Rose had been killed in an accidental explosion that took out 30 other civilians, her husband and her unborn child.

Khan had disappeared into sadness and grief once more. He began to detest other humans, particularly children, as they reminded him of the unborn niece or nephew he would have had. He kept to himself, other than buying the supplies that he needed. He had no family anymore. He had no happiness. His world was collapsing with no slowing down.

Khan shook himself out of the flashback. His eyes were still slightly red from crying earlier, but he had managed to pull himself together, even with the reminders of those flashbacks. He dug his nails into his hands to keep himself from shaking. His crew was his family. His crew knew everything about him, and they understood his anger and his heartbreak. Yes, Khan thought. I must get my crew back, no matter what the circumstances are.

So, I'm not sure how I feel about this, but it's only the beginning. The hard part about this story is that it will be a while until STID comes out on DVD and I haven't gotten the movie word by word. So, it may be a little bit of a wait, but hopefully we can do it. Oh, and I decided that Khan's last name is only Singh, not Noonien Singh, because one of my friends said that he had no middle name. Please review! It means a lot to me!