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âIâm giving you the opportunity to walk away.â
Title: I.S.S. Enterprise: the Doctor of death Fandom: Star Trek (reboot!mirror) AU Series: Mirrored crew Credits (aka, see the images I used): Livejournal post. Crossposted: Deviantart, Livejournal. In a mirror universe closer to the mirrorverse canon, how Doctor McCoy could look like. A (failed) attempt at Mirror!McCoy. I enhanced the shadows on the face (eye socket) to make him look more evil, and somehow similar to a skeleton/skull.
dramatsar:
   If it was abruptly clear to the duplicate that he was STALLING, Chekov couldnât say he was exactly surprised. There was no other option, for the most part. Taking him to the bridge couldnât be a good idea. Taking him ANYWHERE wasnât a great plan. At least distracting him would heighten the chances of them finding
âHistorically, no. People do tend to wind up shot.â Or attacked by furious half-Vulcanâs, but that was a specification that wasnât necessary. It would take time, but he knew he was running out. He wasnât used to this, used to playing distraction or trying to slow people down. That wasnât exactly his usual line of work. âYou say that. Doubt it. Am not sure what standing your Chekov has, but know they would not risk you meddling for my sake.â
     The dance was getting old. Bones had no interest in prolonging a conversation where a small child pretended NOT to be afraid, so rather than allowing it to continue, he stepped forward in a few quick strides and firmly caught Chekov by the chin, utilizing his free hand to smack the ensignâs hands away if he tried to struggle out of his grasp.
âWhere I come from, that would be true. My Captain would rather see you choke on your own blood than allow you to compromise his position, his ship. This world is different. You hesitate because you would rather protect the well-being of your enemies than ensure your own safety, and you LIE because you are too weak to back up whatever claims you make. Pathetic. No, I wonât kill your Captain. I refuse to stay on this ship longer than necessary, thatâs why I didnât kill the first man who discovered me.â
dramatsar:
   âI prefer clever.â It was all he could do to stay calm, ignoring the sense of dread that was bubbling up in him. It was distinctly cliched and ridiculous, but it didnât stop the thought that had cropped up about WHERE the duplicate had come from. Itâd explain the scar, at least.
   âWhy? You want the ship or you want to go home? We can help with the second one. First, not so much.â Maybe jokes about Kirkâs temporary death were tasteless, but the captain had started them while still in a biobed and Chekov was beyond caring right now. âOur doctor might murder me if I get him killed again, anyway. Do you want the ship or do you want YOUR ship back?â
      There it was, the unique, infuriating pompous attitude that apparently traveled between the multi-verse. That realization darkened his eyes as he leaned forward slightly, inhaling slowly while he allowed every syllable to sink into his skin. All the needless commentary was doing was prolonging the inevitable and ultimately irritating him.
âAnd what do you think I will accomplish by killing your Captain? Do you think the rest of your crew will fall in line if I end his life? No.â Every second was counting down to his apprehension. This entire conversation existed to pass time. âThey would react better if I had a hostage.â
Iâve loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night.
A LITTLE SUFFERINGâS GOOD FOR THE SOUL.
@thewickedscenarioâ
âYes, I do.â
He presses his fingernails against the sharp edge of Bonesâs jaw, not hard enough to leave an imprint but prickly, a reminder of presence.
âWe die.â
Everything dies.
Those things are not mutually exclusive. He can concentrate on the present because he knows how this ends. Bloodshed and nightmares of very real and massive proportion. (His life has been nightmares as far as he can remember. Thatâs the norm in their world. He almost envies some of the planets theyâve come across. Subjugated for their mineral wealth, mostly left alone as long as they produce enough, commune societies made equal by their distant enslavement.
It makes it easier to play his hand recklessly where it matters. With Bones it matters.
The grimace was less from the crescent shaped moons Kirk was pressing into his skin and more from the lead in his throat, shortening his breath and leaving his mouth, his tongue, his lips dry and poisoned, a sickness in him far worse than any physical ailment.Â
Around them, the air was thick with it-- the unspoken contract that was more than success or wealth or common benefit. There was absolutely no benefit for either of them on this path, no quick escape or backup plan. Death was every time their angry, bated breaths turned into a tension that couldnât keep their bodies and hearts apart. It was what they were participating in right now.
âThen you shouldnât be here.â
A dying protest. Theyâd already tried going separate ways, ignoring each other only to make the connection more obvious, more to be exploited. His fingers curled into the inside of Kirkâs elbow, closing his eyes as if in waiting for the pressure on his jaw to tighten.Â
âIâm not afraid.â (I'll let you pick the muse. It's from the dark sentence starters, hope this is okay. Also hi!)
  âThat makes you stupid and a liar. If youâre not    afraid, that means youâre assuming nothing bad    will happen to you. Youâd be wrong.â
dramatsar:
    At this point, heâs too versed in the idea of multi-verses to manage surprise. As far as he can tell, the entire world heâs in is an alternate universe from the world Spock Prime came from and there is an infinite amount of possible permutations. The idea of a McCoy that looks DEADLY isnât the strangest thing that the multi-verse could spit out. It took a moment to find his voice again, squaring his shoulders as he pushed away the nagging sense of fear bubbling in the back of his mind. It wouldnât help.
âMultiverse. You tripped. Transporter malfunction, perhaps.â
      âPerceptive.â Enough to be cautious, though he wasnât entirely certain the kid had seen the whole picture. Wherever he was, it was a contradiction to where he was from. It wasnât right.
He was calmer than a few minutes ago, though he appeared to be less than concerned over his apparent offense. The ensign was either too shocked to do anything or he was stalling, and Bones failed to see how either was relevant. This wasnât his ship, his crew. He wasnât getting off without being apprehended. âWhoâs in charge?â
My Muse Forgot To Lock The Door And Yours Walks In On Mine In The Shower. How Does Yours React?
A LITTLE SUFFERINGâS GOOD FOR THE SOUL.
âI know our future.â
No, you donât.
A protest that died on his tongue, that illuminated every horrible possibility thatâs already played in his mind a million times over. Nights where they saw each other more often, in secret, behind closed doors. Nights where they were exploited, where he was used as a hostage, an example, until Kirk played their bluff and he left his daughter an orphan. That was the best of them. The worse ones left him alone on a ship with someone more in opposition to him in charge, an alienâs plaything until he was completely wasted, until everything Kirk touched was gone, washed away in a greater sea of blood, of misery and farce.
âFocus on the present.â
âThis is a new world order and itâs changing the game.â
âThe game is the same, itâs just getting harder.â
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Dark Starter Sentence Extravaganza; Motionless in White Edition
Taking a page out of @someonecalledfelanâs book after discussing this idea on Skype. Part 1/??? Angsty, dark, and some possible NSFW.
âYou pull the trigger just for fun.â âI want this.â âI need this.â âNow what have I become?â âThereâs nothing left now that doesnât come from suffering.â âThe wall that I have built to keep you out is starting to rust.â âThis is a new world order and itâs changing the game.â âYou sit upon your throne of filth, condemning what you havenât built.â âThrough all that Iâve sacrificed, Iâm numb but alive.â âIâve got the best to get you high.â âShow me, whereâs your dedication?â âYou said youâd never love me, but look how hard someone can fall.â âItâs more black in my heart than the ice in your lungs.â âI live this, I breathe this.â âI was just a corpse you saw fit to drag around.â âMurder is free in the Hollywood Hills.â âWhat if I want to lose control?â âIâm an addict for dramatics, black hair, and pale skin.â âJust fuck me âtil we feel like new.â âYou were in my dream last night.â (Alternatively) âYou were in my dream last night, begging me to take a bite.â âI am the name thatâs under your breath, white teeth in the dark, the voice in your head.â âThereâs nothing left to take.â âI know our future.â âYou play in all the filth that youâve created.â âIâve been numb for so long that I forgot how to feel.â âGive me a reason!â âYou said youâd never hurt me.â âThis is my resignation from all that weâve loved and left behind.â âI will fight to earn my place.â âI donât care if itâll break my heart.â âYou crave it.â âThereâs one thing you forget, you canât make me play dead.â âYou make me fucking sick!â âWhat if I told you that I planned this?â âFuck your pretty face.â âI wonât bite my tongue.â âTheyâre willing to die to feed the addiction.â âBeneath all the pleasure, all you are is pain.â âIâm not afraid.â âGod, save the human race.â âYou laugh, but what did you create?â âBitch, you give a fucking Aspirin a headache.â âI know that I am the lie that keeps you divine.â âIs there a future when you only see memories?â âYou wanted a war, you got one, motherfucker.â âYour âloveâ is just a frail disguise to hide the pain behind your eyes.â âIf I take the pain away, youâll come back for more someday.â âThereâs no other way than to make this mistake.â âYou once felt like home.â