(Mirrorverse) One Down, One to Go

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Everything was ready to go, packaged up as tightly as he could manage without the benefit of having his stronger first officer to help him haul it. Pike had only glanced once across his quarters, many fond memories there. He had a small package to help with those memories tucked into his packs, something that had been difficult to acquire without anyone seeing. Thankfully, the security cameras had very good resolution and were capable of giving photos that could be taken along.

He had only two last errands before he left the ship entirely. Pike had tucked his packs into the transporter room Spock had rigged to work for universal transport and then locked the room down so they could not be accessed. The probes were incredibly useful in knowing where his crew was around him so he could move from corridor to corridor without notice. He walked straight-backed towards sickbay, eyes forward but constantly paying attention to his surroundings.

There was no mind paid to anyone within sickbay, but he did reach out to the probes contained within. Would they feel different, after time in McCoy's hands? They responded just the same to his touch, as he had hoped they would. He only had to give the merest command before he had Kirk's location, and he walked up to the door. He glanced behind him, then concentrated on the single override code above his chief medical officer's. The door opened, and stepped inside to see what McCoy had done with Kirk.

[OOC: If the information about Kirk's whereabouts is incorrect, please send me a message but that is the latest information I know of.]

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"I'll kill you in every way that matters," Pike whispered, "Every way." He put a knee on the edge of the bed, then hopped up to straddle Kirk. This way, he could keep his knees pinned on either of Kirk's biceps as he calmly worked the man's wrists into the heavy-duty restraints. He had a plan in mind, now, and would not be swayed.

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He knew, of course, with a clarity born of pure adrenaline and madness what was coming. And that he could not stop it. He thrashed, but McCoy's miracle only went so far--walking and talking hadn't restored him to anything like fighting trim, and his frame was nearly unrecognizable as the man he used to be. It was pitifully easy to keep him down, even with the borrowed strength of his animal panic.

Anything but this.

He had been content, moments ago, to be alive. To have survived this. His thoughts had not moved far beyond simple revenge. And now, suddenly, there were so much worse things than dying.

"Kill me."

Not begging. But close.

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"Shhh..." With Kirk's hands in cuffs, Pike took a moment to slide the edge of his finger along Kirk's cheek as he stared into blue eyes. "I'll make sure you live." He promised quietly as he moved down to Kirk's lower half.

He grabbed one flailing leg and began to secure it carefully into the cuff. The other leg moments later, and Kirk was stretched out on the biobed. The probes would keep any from knowing what was happening within the small, dark room, and McCoy was more than currently occupied.

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Kirk was not a man to give up. He had not given up, even when he'd stopped feeling hungry and knew what that meant. When his tongue had swelled and stuck to the roof of his mouth. When those fucking things had poured out of the vent and devoured the ruined flesh in the cell opposite him.

Pike's gloved finger burned, but Kirk's eyes still blazed at him, helpless but refusing to accept it, the terror of this moment real and visceral but somehow so much more alive than the slow creeping death he'd been living previously.

He was stretched out tight enough, though, that he could barely even arch against the restraints. And soon enough he'd realize what struggling too much could mean. Depending on what Pike intended.

"Fuck you!" he spat finally, thin chest heaving, but it was almost a plea. "What do you want?"

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The dagger was removed from its sheath again, and he tucked it under Kirk's waistband. His fingers pinched the fabric, then with a quick jerk of his arm the dagger sliced easily through the material. He said nothing to Kirk's question, better to let the boy stew.

He removed the thin material of the pants and tossed the rags aside. Nothing beneath, but it was already a known to him that Kirk did not bother with underwear. He brushed a gloved hand up over skin, along up to where flaccid flesh seemed to crawl away from his touch.

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Even if his body had not been starved of all habitual responses, Kirk's flesh would have shriveled away from this. Ironically, Pike's intent had reminded him he had a dick for the first time ages. He hadn't been in much of a position lately to make choices as regarded his clothing, but Chapel had seemed to find it amusing and his normal habits had been observed in a sort of parody.

Not that any layer of cloth would have offered protection. Jesus Christ, he couldn't think, couldn't figure a way out of this. He had nothing to give, and he knew it. Nothing but his life, which he'd offered in one bet, all-in.

"Whatever it is, I'll give it to you." The pain in his throat, his limbs, was forgotten.

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"Oh, but you are giving it to me already. I have it splayed out right here, on this bed, under my hands." Pike reached up and wrapped his fingers hard around the pathetic mass of flesh between Kirk's thighs.

"In all the time I've known you, you have acted the same. You think with this," He squeezed tightly, "more than you think with the head on your shoulders."

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He couldn't suppress the wince. Everything he was, coming back to life, was so sore. But he wouldn't cry out. Wouldn't let anything touch his eyes.

"What the fuck do you care?"

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Pike lifted the flesh and turned his blade, setting the point at the very base of the penis, letting the flesh fall back to the cool metal. "There is more than one way to kill a man."

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Everything was spinning, time spiraling inward until it had no meaning. No measure but how close the blade was to parting his flesh.

"Pike. Captain," Kirk babbled, his voice simultaneously more fluid now but hoarse. "Don't." He licked his lips, or tried. "Please."

He was dead anyway.

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[OOC: I will reply to the comment below this. I am leaving this as an OOC warning to all who would read below this, it will be very graphic and gorey. Please do not continue to read if you do not wish to read something of this nature. Thank you.]

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"You tried to take away everything important to me," Pike began calmly as he maneuvered flesh, studying it carefully, "my ship, my captaincy, my very life." He slid his thumb across the scrotum carefully, rolling the lumps of the testicles in his palms to locate the space above them. Nerves, cords, blood vessels ran up from the testicles into the body.

"Normally, I just take their lives from them and make sure the rest of the crew has a reminder of what it means to attempt assassination against me. For you, though, I believe you deserve something different." He would have to be very quick, or he would risk Kirk bleeding out.

The dagger sliced into flesh with honed ease, his fingers around the other side of the flesh to make sure he did not go all the way through. He could feel the tip against the inside of the thin flesh, and made sure the one clean sweep took care of everything he needed to in one go. He curled his fingertips, blood pouring into his palm, and felt the twin bloody lumps as they separated from the body and into his leather grasp.

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Kirk's eyes flew wide at the pain, and then clenched shut, his hands fisting in their restraints as the cry he could not suppress escaped his lips in a sharp, gravelly moan.

And then he was drifting, the black rising to meet him with a certainty that was the only comfort available to him anymore. He hurled himself towards it, not caring whether that escape was surrender or not. It didn't matter.

His body went limp.

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The remains were neatly deposited into a plastic tray, left by Kirk's body. Pike laid his hand flat on the biobed and with only a thought, the probes came in their hundreds and removed the filth from his hands and gloves. Pike looked over Kirk, nodding only once, then walked from the small room.

He leaned over to the nearest comm, turning it to shipwide announcement, and spoke clearly, "Doctor McCoy to Sickbay for an emergency. Doctor McCoy to Sickbay." His finger slid off the control, and Pike left Sickbay all together to his next meeting.

Potentially, perhaps hopefully, it would involve far less blood than this meeting had. One down, one to go.