heyo! This is going to be a marvel story oAAAAAAAAAA ikr? So wacky!
-MALE READER INSTERT BECAUSE THERES WAY TOO MANY FEMALE SHIT ON THIS SITE-
You are a Male Centaurian.
If you dont know what species that is then heres the wiki def:
Centaurians – First appeared in Marvel Super-Heroes #18. The Centaurians were depicted as a humanoid race with blue skin and a sizable red dorsal fin along the back and atop their head that gives them an average height of 7 feet (2.1 m). As shown in that issue, some demonstrate "psionic" abilities. They are a primitive tribal race, using bows and arrows in hunting. Centaurians are native to Centauri IV. Yondu of the Guardians of the Galaxy is a Centaurian as well as the Earth-616 version that leads the Ravagers.
unfortunately, i have not read all of the marvel comics. So give me some air as i make this trashy story.
Heres some noob warnings for you hardcore marvel fans.
-I dont know if the Centaurian's world is yeeted. In this story it will be alive and healthy and all the species will be gucci and at peace because plot writing is a bitch.
- I dont know how they socialize personally from their native instinct.
-I dont quite understand how their personalities work
-i dont know where their planet even is wHEEEeZe
-i dont know how every fetus of thanos acts or what they like or dislike
-I'm making this story in the MCU universe. It will be an alternate reality past of infinity war/end game. (spoilers for this story ending: thanos will turn to a pile of crusty ass dust)
so basically you're a 7ft tall blue boi with neon orange fin atop of your gucci head.
yes you will be in control of your arrow,
and yes you will be a whistler.
Why?
because it makes the story easier to write lol
Yes youre a hunter because its in your nature to hunt stuff. So youre basically huntin some wildlife and then blam the story continues on.
NOW ONTO THE STORYYYY!
"Come on," You mouth to yourself. You had laid out a sneaky makeshift bear trap a few feet in front of you, waiting for any wildlife to get caught in. Of course, your blue form would stand out from the leaves and grass, so here you are, hiding low to the ground. Practically laid out on your stomach, your arrow in hand , you had managed to gather leaves and branches to cover yourself up. Only your head fin stuck out but had dirt smeared onto it from earlier to blend more into the scenery.
Eyes focused on your trap, you see an organic of the wildlife trot its way in your traps direction.
It actually wasn't yours.
It had belonged to a local ravager who had stopped by to sell stuff.
You were that blue boy that casually walked behind them and picked up one of their bags that held all kinds of junk in it when the ravager was busy flirting with some other Centaurian. On your way you went with that bag, hearing the ravager start to yell and make a commotion about someone stealing their belongings. You remembered yourself grinning internally as you made your way back home.
Here you were, staying perfectly still as you watched your prey near the trap.
It was taking its sweet time. Time that you didn't have.
"come onnnn, just get in there!" You think to yourself, far too eager to have lunch. Of course, there's always the option where you could just go into a nearby populated area and surely they'll give you food-but you sought yourself as independent.
You weren't an asker, you were a taker- but you were also a giver. If a young one had came to you asking for food, you would willingly give them a portion of what you had. You didn't want to see any younglings struggling to survive. It didn't set well with you.
Hearing the metal of the trap activate, you snap back to reality from your train of thoughts and jolt up from your position. The prey that you had your eyes on had pranced away from the noise, maybe it was a smaller organic that got caught within your trap? You didn't care if it was poisonous or not, you just wanted food so badly.
Rushing over to the trap, you look to see what you had caught.
A stick.
A FUCKING STICK.
Losing your temper, you punch the nearest object, cursing in your native tongue.
You weren't going to eat tonight.
A thought popped into your head, causing your eyes to squint at the ground, letting out a sneer.
No, you refused to seek out help for food. You deemed yourself unworthy for being a weakling. You weren't weak, you knew how things worked and how to handle yourself at such a younger age. You felt that only you should be the one that catches and makes the food, the thought of having someone else do it for you was sickening.
It made you feel weak.
Calming down from your fit of anger and hunger, you let out a quick whistle and hold your hand outwards, palm open and ready to grab. Hearing a sound of small movement, your arrow rises from its place and zooms over. It almost passes right by you from the speed, but you quickly close your extended hand, catching the deadly weapon.
Letting out a frustrated huff, you put the arrow away in your back pant pocket. Brushing off the dirt ant leaves from your rather over sized jacket, you swiftly dust off your backside and make your way home.
The time was night. Quite late, actually.
You had set multiple traps along the hunting ground earlier in the day, but caught nothing to feast on. It wasn't the first time this happened. Normally, you were successful in catching food- but the seasons were beginning to change, less and less prey showing themselves as they went into hibernation.
It was difficult for all hunters at this time.
Sighing, you walk on down to the area of your home. You had planned to rant about the wildlife to one of your good friends named Marko. He was such an ass, but you loved him for that. The both of you would get so petty with each other and then rant together about almost anything. You two even ranted about eye sight! Who even does that? Ah, well, you let a smile tug at the corners of your mouth, making your way towards where your said friend spent most of his time at.
Although... something did seem off.
Really off.
You didn't think yourself much of a social person, but..
Where was everyone?
Anyone?
Stopping in your tracks, you stood where you were, eyes wandering around too find anyone in sight.
Nothing was moving.
Nothing at all.
All you heard was the wind that blew past you, lifting the ends of your jacket slightly. Pursing your lips to the side, you furrow your brows in thought.
This wasn't right.
Before you could make another move or thought, a nearby explosion had startled you greatly, causing you to snap your head in that direction of where you heard. There was smoke now rising up from a now damaged building, a group of fellow Centaurians pooled out from that area.
Knowing you shouldn't and get to safety, you head towards them.
Some were yelling and motioning you to run and flee, but you ignored them as you passed by, climbing into the damaged building through a hole that was big enough for you to swiftly glide in through. Thick dust rose from the messy floors ans you pushed onward, exploring what had happened until you found yourself climbing out of the other side of the building. Looking back, you see a hole that was almost the same as the one you had entered. In fact, there were multiple holes.
It seemed like someone had shot a couple of alien missiles here.
Yes, your planet had other species visit, but most were peace makers than criminal rulers.
Feeling small particles land on your head and fin, you switch your gaze upwards into the sky. High above the area of which you stood was what appeared to be some glowing circle of moving metal plates that hovered up in the air. It looked weird compared to your culture of mechanics, but this floating figure didn't seem friendly as it then fired multiple kinds of alien missiles toward your lands.
Too distracted by watching where some of them landed, you feel yourself roughly grabbed by someone, catching you off guard. Turning to your captor, you are greeted with a faceless being full of metal. A dark red cape strapped to its shoulders flowed in the wind, the being seemed to be wearing armor. Gold and silver armor. It was larger than you -only by a few inches.
The strange being then shouted unheard of words to you and you didn't understand at all what it was saying. It must have been a demand of some sort because when you stared blankly at them unresponsive, you were rewarded with a harsh force against your cheek. It caused your arms to fly up in a defensive manner as you tried to process what the fuck just happened before realizing it.
You've just been punched.
Your eyes narrowed at the being, keeping your arms in front of you as a shield between you and this creature. Did they really just swing at you? Do they know what they just did? You didn't care who they were at this point, all you were thinking was that this being tried to throw hands with you.
Mother fucker.
Letting your temper overcome the best of you, you let out a snarl before swinging an uppercut at the opponent, hitting them right up chin area. With a pained yet surprised noise, the being stumbles backwards, letting go of you in the process. Bearing your teeth at them, you lunge onto them, hitting and kicking them anywhere you considered as a weak spot.
As you fought this one creature, multiple others passed by, charging towards your kind who would run and scream, flailing their arms before getting captured. Pushing your enemy away, you turn on your heel and run.
You weren't running away.
You were chasing after another armored creature that was going after a panicked female Centaurian, already fed up with how they treated your kind when touching down to the planet. You were thankful that your kind seemed to be more faster on their feet than these creatures, yet tripping was never a fun thing and that was what had happened to the local Centaurian. She knew she had no time to get back up and flee, so she curled up, squeezing her eyes shut with a cry for help.
You were quite close enough to the armored alien, so you shot your arm out and and grabbed a fist full of the cape that was built into their armor. Pulling with your might, you slow to a stop, yanking the being backwards, falling on their backside. Breathing out heavily because you haven't had this much action in a while, you let go of the cape and jog over to the woman. Sitting up, she grabs the hand that you offer her and stands up with a 'thank you' before rushing off on her own.
Holy tit, you just had a bad ass moment!
Lightly jogging off, you forget the two creatures from beforehand and continue on searching for any citizen that needed help. Why? Because your adrenaline was pumping through you and you had been so desperate for action for a while now.
You head towards a group of similar looking beings, noticing how they were trying to hold down a certain Centaurian and they yelled and shouted curses at them. Curses that were actually quite made up on its own for silly reasons, wait a second.
The name blares through your mind.
MARKO!
Your petty friend was thrown on his back and held down by two larger beings. He kicked and punched at who ever was in reach, cursing them in his own ways with a growl. The Centaurian ended up being pinned down by the entire group that consisted of five armored caped beings, continuing his fits of anger.
Soon enough, you were being held down by the same group beside your friend after your failed attempt of taking them on. You actually had thought that you could whoop five larger aliens asses by yourself and here you are om your front being held down beside Marko. He turned his head to look at you, flashing you an attempted smile that was followed by pain due to one of the beings stepping on his lower back area to keep him from wiggling free.
"Where you been, [Y/N]?" Marko wheezes out, is if he was having the most casual conversation ever.
The Centaurian acted like this situation was perfectly normal! It seemed that he was just trying to make the best of what was happening to the both of you.
You huff out, hearing the group talk amongst each other before responding. "Hunting."
"Caught a-anything?"
"Nah."
"Sucks to suck," Your friend lets out a hoarse chuckle. You shoot him a glare. Of all times, he decides to poke fun at you now? Yes, please make fun of my hunting skills when we are about to possibly get torn apart and sold for scrap metal. You were about to roast him for looking similar to a fish the humans would call, Nemo, because of the design on his fin but then the two of you were pulled to your feet and pushed onward to start walking.
You really didn't have the time to roast Marko anyways. You'd be wasting your time because he would get on your level and roast you back.
Marko made small talk with you while you were pushed and shoved towards a certain destination. Getting closer, you saw that there were lines of your species standing side by side of each other. Some were fearful, some were fearless, and some would try to reunite with others, ending with a hard swing to the head and shoved back to their original spot. You saw many age groups of your kind. Younglings were crying, elders were demanding answers as to why this was happening, and youth being a mixture of angst and fear. Looking at the situation, it finally came to your senses.
You were fucked.
Absolutely butt fucked,
And you didn't even bother to think up any questions as the scenery all came together. Weapons were pointed at the Centaurians, fear rising through the roof. You were either, A) Going to die a painful death, or B) Get transported to your doom. Both ended with death and here you are, being pushed into one of the lines along with your friend. Thankfully, Marko was placed beside you since there was enough space in the line for two more.
There were lots of commotions through out the lines that were held. You shift your weight a bit and let yourself come to acceptance of how there was so escape of death.
Death is cool, right? You could like...you know.. not be alive?
Oh no, this made you realize that you were not that fond of death.
You had actually appreciated the life you were living. You were able to do as you wished, interact with whom ever and what ever, create and destroy things as well. Was this a punishment from the gods? Maybe they flipped the table when you snatched that ravager's bag-but there were worse Centaurians out there in the galaxies. For example, Yondu. Stole, killed, traded, and broke the rules. Life treated him just fine-although you haven't heard any updates of what hes done. Maybe the old coop finally settled down? The point was that you believed you didn't deserve to die, not like this. It would be more acceptable if you died during a fight, because hey, at least you gave it your all.
There was a voice that seemed to be lecturing, but the ground where you stood seemed to be way more interesting to look at.
Most of your kind had seemed to calm down but there were still murmuring going on about.
The voice continued to speak. Something about serving Thanos. Who ever that was. Or was it the name of a gang? Cult? Service? If so, then it would be a death service.
You continue to stare at the ground, kicking a bit at it.
This death sentence seemed to be going on way longer than expected.
The voice would stop every so often because of someone clearing their throat. Actually, that certain someone seemed to be right fucking next to you.
Turning your head to the side, you see that Marko was the one Centaurian that was clearing his throat loudly. It wasn't even a clearing of the throat, because at this point your friend was ballsy enough to make more noises, even loud yawns over the nervous murmuring of the others.
What was his plan?
Was Marko that desperate for death? Well, you had to give it to him, this lecture sure was quite boring.
"Take care of that one, it serves no use for us." As soon as the lecture voice ordered, the two creatures who each stood in front of both you and Marko turned to your friend, grabbing him. Controlled by your protective instincts, you let yourself force the armored beings apart from your friend. Stepping in between the three, you shove the closest one to the ground with sheer force. Where the force came from, you didn't know because you were so certain that you were exhausted to the wire.
"No." You say with a stern look. Just as the two beings were about to shove your ass aside, the voice draws closer and you look over to see a grayish slim looking creature. You weren't gonna lie, that was an ugly creation, watching the dressed thing draw closer to you.
"You are playing a dangerous game with these," It gestures to the two beings. "They can strip your life away-" The grey thing snaps what you suspected to be its fingers. "-in an instant."
"Better than listening to your boring story times." You hear your friend say. "Just get it over with already." He adds, patting his chest. You shush him with a tough love slap to the side of his head. He responded to you with an "oW!" and rubbed at where you had hit him, mumbling a few words.
You turn back to the grey being, just about to tell him how messed up this whole scenario was and wanted to ask if he had seen himself. Your brain spoke before you could stop it. "Have you even looked in a mirror? Beca-" You stop yourself, realizing that you had just insulted this..ugly ass.. creature that seemed to have all your lives at stake. One sentence or one gesture from him, everyone could die.
The grey thing, that still looked disgusting, opened its mouth to say something- probably about joining Thanos or something because that was all they ever preached about in the time they touched down on this planet-, but was cut off by a deeper voice from a far that had shut the little creation up.
"A bit harsh, in my opinion."
As if on que, almost everyone looks in the direction where the voice had come from. Even you, along with your friend, had looked over to see who the voice belonged to.
Heavy footsteps were heard as a large figure came into view.
peering out from where you stood in line, you see a large being. His skin appearing to be purple, wearing similar armor to what the many identical creatures had worn. He didn't look good in your taste, a bit disturbed by how he manages to smoothly walk on over to where you were. A giant his size shouldn't be able to tip toe its way around that gently, and here this lovely shaded purple being was.
All eyes were on them and you now found yourself face to face with death without even knowing it. The purple armored one looks down at you with its rather small eyes. You weren't really sure how to gender it, it could be a pet for all you knew.
It speaks to you.
"Do you know who i am?"
Giving a blank expression for your response to it, you hear some of the Centaurians begin to stir unpleasantly. It become more rowdy when they grew to shouting and screaming.
All because of this..purple thing?
Furrowing your brows at the question, you give a small but tense shrug and say you don't know.
A smile cracked its way through the face of the purple one. "Good," It says, turning to that nasty grey thing. "This one will do.". The purple one turns on its metal heel and retreats back to the circle like figure that was previously hovering in the sky from earlier.
"Wha-?" You didn't even have time to think.
All happened so fast.
Screams of the damned filled your ears, Centaurians fell to the ground with cries of pain.
You? You were grabbed and dragged off from the scene, kicking and yelling curses before feeling a sharp pain in the back of your neck.
After a sharp hiss, you feel yourself go limp, darkness swallowing you whole.
This whole event seemed to be a bad dream.
You knew it wasn't a dream though.
You had a feeling within that this was just the beginning of a terrible plan.
AAAYYYY
it took me so long to do this. It wasnt the plot that was difficult,
i just didnt know where or how to stop and end the chapter ahdysjvdksvdkf.
Hope you enjoyed! Id like to add more chapters in the future,
but if not then oH wELl!
