Author's Note: Well, I reworded a part of this chapter, because I finished the final chapter yesterday and this chapter was just bugging me. I couldn't just leave it, so I added a copuple of things. I'm fairly pleased with it, now. So here's the (slightly revised version). Chapter 3 will be up later today, since I have to get it off of my laptop (laptop my electronic FicPad).

And, as always...

I'm not Paramount, nor do I own any part of Star Trek (except for my Data action figure and my collector's edition DVDs...hopefully soon the Time Travel Fan Collection too!). If I did, well, Lon Suder wouldn't be dead. Enough said.

Lon Suder closed his eyes towards the sounds of pain and anguish in his head; the sounds of the death of his violence. He placed his hands together and leaned back on the bench in the brig, so that his shoulders and back of his head touched the wall, cold and black – just like his eyes. He could see the light; the day when he would finally be free of the violence plaguing him.

He saw the demons in his head. They were floating there, screaming in their dying throes, but they were still clinging on, finding ways to whisper to him. Messages that promoted suffering and torment; of violence. Violence was oddly attractive, as he had said to Lieutenant Tuvok.

Violence made him God.

He willed his mind to further suppress the violent impulses in his mind, causing them to scream louder. He was calm. He was always calm, even when being coerced by his violence. He seriously doubted, even without the violence, that he would be able to recognize his emotions and comprehend them. The sound of the demons screeching their protest made his concentration falter. He opened his expressionless eyes a slit, and suddenly, he was there.

It was engineering, 2 days prior. He was, as he said, working on a fuel consumption report for Lieutenant Torres. His fingers moved over the console skilfully as he did his duty to the ship. He watched the diagnostic complete its first stage and quietly recorded it, like he was supposed to do.

It was 2200 hours, and he wouldn’t deny he was tired. They were at him again. He leaned back in his chair as he swept his eyes around the unusually empty engineering. He heard the soft whisper of the main engineering door open, so he turned his body back to it, eyeing it, almost suspiciously.

Frank Darwin had come in, walking to his station dutifully. He locked eyes with Suder’s and a flicker of something appeared in them before he suppressed it and forced a nod towards Suder.

Lon glared at him in return before turning back to his console. It was that same look that almost everybody gave him: Scathing, mocking and disapproving. He had gotten it a lot. But this one…it was different, just as it had been the other time…

Suder paused as he felt a spark in his mind and the rush of feelings and adrenaline that came with it. Throwing an almost casual glance over his shoulder, locking his jaw firmly in place, he came to his decision:

He knew he had to kill him. And that was it. Nothing more, nothing less. He felt nothing but violence.

He glanced around carefully, still keeping a emotionless eye on his diagnostic, which was just getting ready to complete phase two. His eye caught a large coil spanner, which he had taken out of an EPS conduit at the instruction of Lieutenant Torres, since it was giving them problems.

It was perfect.

He grabbed it from the workstation beside him and gripped it firmly in his hand, feeling the weight match the pure exhilaration that was racing through his blood. He could thank his demons for that.

He quietly stood up, the two kilo weapon held tightly in his curled left hand. He placed it behind his back and stepped away from the diagnostic, which he knew, in a minute or so, would log off if he didn’t input the next set of variables. But that was of little importance.

Quietly, he began to step down the small set of stairs from the workstations on the left side of the room to the main engineering floor, where he surveyed the warp core, its cyan light being absorbed into his eyes and being reflected off of it, the subsequent colour making his eyes look Andorian blue.

He took a small second to admire the force of power that was the warp core, until he realized that he simply couldn’t wait any longer – the impulse was on him and at this point, he couldn’t get rid of it until it was purged forcefully.

Oh the exhilaration!

He walked up to Crewman Darwin, who was pressing buttons at the impulse system controls. Probably something Torres asked him to do, Lon thought, his face neutral as he stood behind him, the coil spanner becoming surprisingly light.

He always felt like this when he was about to commit an act of violence – his impulses and demons seemed to give him some kind of enhancements when it came to doing his task.

For minutes, he stood there, quietly observing the unsuspecting crewman as he was doing his work, which looked like a diagnostic on impulse speed through heavy materials.

He raised the coil spanner up with his left hand so that it was parallel with his shoulder. He narrowed his eyes and felt his mind pulsing with all of the power of God.

“Never will you look at me again,” he had murmured, not loud enough for Darwin to hear him.

He swung the spanner down with all of his might, and as it came into contact with the back of Darwin’s skull, there was a sickening thud that drowned out the noise of the constantly humming warp core, which was an unbelievable accomplishment, even for a nanosecond. The sound seemed to ring throughout engineering as Frank slid to the ground from the seat, his cerebellum crushed by the impact of the weapon.

Slightly smiling, Lon quickly bent down and caught Darwin’s head before it touched the grated floor of Engineering. He felt a slight warmness on his fingers and on his palm as he tilted the head of the ex-colleague up slightly. Lon glanced at his right hand quickly and noticed only a small amount of blood seeping down his fingers and landing in his palm…it wasn’t as much as he had suspected. It pleased him, since he was expecting to need to do a major cleanup.

Propping up the crewman’s back with his knee, Suder placed the coil spanner on the workstation where Darwin was working. With both hands free, even though the right one had a pool of blood in the middle of his palm, he managed to slide around, grabbing Darwin’s neck with his left hand and placing his right arm under his knees, successfully lifting him up.

Grimacing under the strain, Suder’s turbulent eyes flashed wildly around engineering, looking for an appropriate spot to hide the body so that he wouldn’t be found for a while. He felt his knees buckle under the weight of the murdered – he stumbled around the containment of the warp core and felt his right arm give out, letting the deceased’s legs fall. Grimicing with pain, Lon moved swiftly and grabbed both arms of Darwin and pulled him to the other side of the warp core, out of view from the main door.

Dropping him, Suder looked around some more, when he saw the perfect hiding place – it was like a morgue in engineering:

The EPS conduit that he had taken the coil spanner from.

Bending over, he picked up his cargo’s arms and dragged him to the conduit. Seeing that it was still ajar from the time that he taken his impromptu weapon out, he opened it to its widest and glanced inside. It was one of the smaller tubes that connected off of the set of Jeffries Tubes that ran through deck 11. As long as he was careful, Darwin wouldn’t be found for days – maybe even weeks.

Lifting him up again, his right arm with regained strength, he placed the crewman feet first into the tube before sliding the rest of him in.

Unfortunately for him, as he didn’t see, one of the EPS taps inside of the conduits was knocked ajar by the corpse’s foot, which would later cause his discovery.

Lon closed the conduit’s door and leaned against the wall, breathing heavily. It was silent in engineering, but he still heard noise:

The demons were cheering.

Wearily, both mentally and physically drained, but still pleased that the violent feelings had left as soon as they came, he walked over to where he had put the coil spanner. Glancing at its cylindrical surface, he picked it up with both hands and just stared at it.

He knew the perfect place to hide it, where no one would find it.

Lon breathed heavily as the memory came rushing back to him. His demons had stopped their shrieking as they revelled with him in the memory. His concentration was severed. He stood up slowly, his azure Starfleet Uniform straightening out from his original position of being sprawled in the seat, causing an alarmed glance from the security officer – Ayala. Suder glanced at him quietly, tilting his head slightly.

“Where is Lieutenant Tuvok?” he asked serenely, his hands behind his back.

“I…I don’t know,” Ayala answered, looking at the prisoner in the brig warily.

Suder nodded in understanding, “I see.” He paused, glancing at the Lieutenant keeping diligent guard in front of him, “He will return,” he added, retreating back to his seat, closing his emotionless eyes again.

The silence that had been awarded to him after the Meld, the silence that the demons couldn’t capitalize on, letting him lock them away, had been a gift. That Vulcan thing…it gave him so much perspective, as he had mentioned to the Lieutenant.

“It’s like I can observe the violence without letting it get too close.”

His breathing slowed as he began to concentrate again, not shaken by his visit to his memory. Although it was a place he would never like to visit again in the future, he felt calmed by reliving it in the past.

The demons started screaming again as he started targeting his violent feelings again.

They were still dying.