Ok so I really hope this is a good chapter. It was hard to write, but It was worth it. Thank all of you for the support and help. It means a lot as a writer.
This chapter is longer and has a bit of violence, and possibly a character death...yeah... It hurt me to do this. I own none of the characters or the story, just my plot.
The ship was huge. The walls were all black, making it more than difficult to see. The first thing that really hit them was the smell. It wasn't unpleasant, but it wasn't nice either. It smelled like a flower without a scent. It didn't smell, but there was a fragrance to it. It smelled old and stale.
Then they noticed the skin. Snake skin, but not with the body shape of a snake. It was that of a human with too many appendages, and it was a milky white colour.
"Holy Christ..." Bones said and Sulu began to dry heave. Jim tried to pick one up, but it slipped right out of his hands.
"What the.." He questioned as he looked at his slippery hand. It felt like butter was smeared on his hand. He wiped it on the wall of the ship, still trying to be alert.
"What is that Jim?" Bones asked, his horrified time rising.
"I...don't know. But I'd advise not touching it. It makes my hands itchy..." Kirk said, scratching his hands.
"Could I suggest that we get a move on? I wouldn't want to find out what's been leaving this behind." Sulu said, looking around nervously. They pulled their guns out, ready for anything, and not expecting anything less than horrifying. They walked through corridors and sliding doors, until they happened upon a large grey door.
"Jim... I don't think we should be going in there..." Bones said as Jim slowly made his way towards the door.
"What if he's in there though?" Jim argued.
"Captain, that's a possibility, but it could also be the things trying I kill Spock, and even though our plan is to save him, we should have a plan." Sulu said, trying to convince his captain, but Jim was already gone, behind the large door.
"Dammit Jim!" Bones said as he pushed through behind Jim.
"Jim you can't go barging into strange rooms like...that...oh god..." Bones was cut short when he saw what was in the room.
Spock was hanging in the air,his hands and arms tied by a very strange looking rope-like device. His mouth was bleeding badly, and his usual neat and tidy hair was ragged and messy, and stuck to parts of his head with his green blood. His left eye was swelled shut, and his head sagged towards his chest.
"Spock? Oh Jesus. Spock, answer me, please." Jim said, running to the Vulcan.
"No Jim! Wait!" Sulu yelled but it was to late. Four large plates of thick glass shot up from the ground, surrounding Kirk and Spock, who was beginning to stir slightly.
"Spock? Are you awake? Listen, I need you to wake up ok?" Jim said hurriedly, but not panicking.
"Jim? Why are you here? Did you not receive my message? I told you to not come here. It was illogical for you to come, as this outcome was inevitable." Spock said, his usual tone apparent.
"I thought you were trying to... I thought you meant you wanted me here. I couldn't just leave you here to die..." Kirk said, still not acknowledging the obvious trap he had set off.
"Dammit Jim! How are we supposed to save you both now?" Bones cried, his frustration and terror showing in his tone. Sulu backed up, looking at the door, waiting.
"Bones, just..let me try and save him, ok? Please Bones." Jim said, almost begging.
"Mm...fine. But hurry the hell up! We need to leave!" McCoy half shouted, half whispered. But jut as he finished, the lights all went out except the ones in the glass cube holding Kirk and Spock captive.
"Everyone, close your eyes, and think of something pleasant." Spock said, his voice hoarse and worn out from screaming. Everyone did what was asked of them; except Jim.
"Why? What's happening Spock?" Jim asked him as he looked around. A large light was filling the darkness, as he was beginning to see familiar faces.
"Jim! Just close your eyes!" Spock tried to scream, but it was to late, and the pictures began.
Jim could see his father. In the flesh. It almost scared Jim to see George, as it was like looking into a mirror.
"D-dad? Is that you?" He asked , a slight falter in his voice.
"Yes Jimmy. It's me. God, look at you. All grown up. You have your mothers beautiful eyes. But you look to much like me son. I've missed you Jim. A lot." George told his son, his eyes swimming with tears. Jim hadn't moved from his spot in the middle of the deck of the enterprise. He knew this wasn't really happening, and he tried very hard not to let his emotions take over him. He tried to make Spock proud.
"Jimmy, come give me a hug. I...I never got to hold you. Let me hold my little boy." The older man said, but Jim stayed still.
"No dad. This isn't really happening. I can't.. I won't let myself hurt anymore." Jim told his father, who looked stunned.
"James, come here." George's tone was more strict, almost demanding. But still, Jim did not move.
"I can't. You're not really here. This is all in my head. It's not happening." Jim looked away, trying his best not to fall under the weight of his fathers gaze.
"Don't you disobey me James Tiberius Kirk. Don't be more of a disappointment to me than you already are. I'm almost ashamed to call you my son. Rebellious child, such a burden for your mother. Did you know she almost put you up for adoption? You were such a problem child. And now look at you. You've got feelings for a Vulcan. A MALE Vulcan, who I can assure you, will never love you. No one will ever love you James." The older man told Jim, who began to buckle under these harsh words. Was this some sort of test?
"You're. Not. My. Father." Jim said suddenly.
"What did you say?" Kirk Sr asked, astounded.
"You. Are. Not. My. Father." He repeated.
"Jim, don't-" George tried to talk, but was cut off.
"You're not my father! You're my my father!" Jim was screaming, and the older man was backing up, his face scared. Jim took three long strides, and grabbed George by the collar of his shirt, and pulled him in close.
"Jimmy, Jimmy please. It's me, it's daddy. Please James. Please." He began begging, and Jim slouched slightly. Then he looked up, his eyes burning with rage.
"You are NOT my father." And as he said that, he closed his eyes and felt the rough, worn fabric between his fingers disappear. Instead, the soft material of a Star fleet uniform took its place. Jim's bright blue eyes opened to dark, warm brown ones.
"Spock..." He whispered, looking around. They were still in the large class container, but he was holding onto Spock for dear life.
"Jim...are you alright?" Spock asked, obviously concerned.
"Yes I..I'm fine." Jim said, realizing his position, he stood up.
"Dammit Jim! What happened?" Bones cried out.
"I don't know Bones. But I never want to see that again." Jim told his friend.
"Well well Mr. Kirk. How clever of you. I haven't seen someone besides your friend Spock stop the illusions. That was very clever indeed." Equewik's voice made Jim shiver.
"But I'd love to see how you fair against me." The disfigured creature told him, walking through the door with his phaser raised.
"Sulu look out!" Jim screamed, but in vein. Sulu crumpled to the floor, as everyone watched In horror.
"You bastard!" Jim cried out, throwing himself against the glass and bouncing off.
"Jim, don't. You will injure yourself. And that's illogical. Don't cause harm to yourself." Spock told him.
"Dammit Spock! Sulu could be dead, and you want me to keep calm!?" Jim asked.
"No, but you need to relax. He wants to fight you. And you need to be in your best state of mind. It will not be easy, but you must try. I believe you can do that." Spock encouraged. Bones was sitting next to Sulu, trying to revive him. No one noticed him pull the communicator and call for back up.
Equewik began to lower the glass walls, and Jim stood up, facing his opponent in a state of a very different calmness and rage.
"You will pay for this. No one hurts my family." He said quietly, and began walking to his death.