Hey everyone, sorry for the lack of updates lately, I've been super busy. But here's the chapter two you've been waiting for. BTW this will be a three part story so I'm sorry that you may have to wait a little bit for the last chapter, also, sorry it's a bit dark, warnings for dark themes come here I may have to change the rating.
Yondu felt kind of bad for the way he'd treated Peter in the kitchens.
Ever since the shivering ball of Terran had been thrust in to Yondu's life he'd found himself warming to the boy. He had grown to be proud of the kid's spunk, after all not many kids Peter's age could put up such a brave face amongst his motely crew of space pirates.
He'd been concerned at first by the fact that the crew seemed opposed to the idea of the boy staying with them.
They'd said the same about Kraglin too, when Yondu had rescued the Xandarian teen from his abusive master. Kraglin had grown to be Yondu's little shadow, following his rescuer everywhere he went until a bond had grown between the two of them. Kraglin was eventually accepted by the crew after a successful mission in which he made his first kill.
Yondu had first thought that it would be an ideal situation. Kraglin could watch over Peter for him and make sure the kid didn't get in to too much trouble throughout the day.
And then came the jealousy.
Kraglin had immediately resented the task of caring for the boy, and it took weeks of sour looks, temper flares and tantrums for Yondu to figure out that Kraglin was worried that Peter would steal Yondu's attention away from him.
So he'd been careful with his word and actions, including both boys in as many missions as he could so the two would bond and yet both feel secure in his attentions.
He liked the boys, they were a breath of fresh air on board a ship in which half the crew wanted to get rid of him and the other half only remained loyal so long as cash was involved.
He felt kind of bad for using that stupid threat, and yet it worked so well! He had threatened Kraglin the same way at first and every time it got the desired results. Though nowadays Kraglin wasn't so fooled by his half hearted threats.
In any case, he'd make it up to the boy later, maybe let him up on the bridge for a while so he could see the stars.
He never gave a thought to the notion that perhaps some of the crew fully believed his statement as much as Peter did.
Peter had been roughly awakened from his dreams of Earth, torn from his slumber by a natural protection instinct. His instincts weren't quite fast enough.
His wide green eyes snapped open to stare in to the dark, adjusting just enough so he could see a face appearing above his own.
He opened his mouth to cry out when a scaled, callous hand roughly clamped over his face, muffling his cries.
His terrified eyes zeroed in on the scared, ugly face of Usala as the ravager smirked down at him, sharp yellow teeth inches from his face.
" Quiet now Petey, you wouldn't want to wake Kraglin now would you?" Usala sneered; a symphony of laughs echoing his statement as more faces became visible in the gloom.
Peter's head was turned so he could just make out the bloodied and slumped form of Kraglin; the Xandarian teen slumped on his bed in a twisted and crumpled position.
"That boy isn't going to help you Petey, he's gonna sleep nice and tight for a while so don't count on him to save you," Engak, Usala's girlfriend taunted, her slitted green gaze piercing his soul.
Peter screeched again behind Usala's hand, fury lighting in his eyes at the thought of his brother figure being hurt.
He didn't have long to dwell on it as a moment later he was being ripped from the bed and held in an iron grip which wouldn't give no matter how hard he struggled.
His added height allowed him clear view of the sea of faces that leered at him in the dark, eyes hungry and taunting as some began to laugh and make faces at him.
Peter kicked his legs, attempting to gain any movement he could, but a swift slap from Engak had him cowering in Usala's grip, realizing how futile he was being.
"We've waited a long time men, I say we get to work," Usala chuckled, deep voice resonating with the room.
Peter searched the crew's quarters for anyone who would help him, surely someone would come to his rescue, after all he surely couldn't be hated by everyone he worked with.
He became aware of motionless bodies laying on their bunks, sound asleep as they slumbered through the violent kidnapping. Peter knew they must be either dead or drugged, no man or alien could sleep though the goings on in the quarters, not with this much noise.
Peter was suddenly in motion as Usala began to lead his procession out the door and down the hall, triumph lighting in his gaze as he did so, his lumbering gait causing Peter to sway in his grip.
Peter couldn't describe the look in the bully's eyes, but it was hard, impenetrable, unforgiving. Usala cared not an inch about Peter, and tonight was the night he would surely make that known.
The taunts and occasional punches meant nothing now, by the hard look in Usala's gaze things were way past that stage, and Peter's heart sped up at that knowledge.
Peter's thoughts rushed to a stop when Usala did.
He knew this room anywhere, the dining room attached to the kitchens, and by the look of the vertical table leaning against the wall, he wasn't going to like what was about to happen.
A moment later he was being flung to Engak, who encased him in yet another iron grip, leaving the impeccably tall Usala to address the gathering.
"You have waited patiently my friends as we were denied our rites. Yondu denied us this rite when that rat, Kraglin, was welcomed in to our midst, but now that he has given us his express permission, we will take what is rightly ours and finally feast," Usala cried out, his speech causing those gathered to erupt in to cheers of agreement, eyes lighting up in frenzy.
Peter shook in Engak's arms, still unsure of what awaited him.
The knife that Engak drew from his belt gave a slight indication.
"In accordance to the beliefs of my people as you have agreed to follow. He shall first be drained of life force so no spirit can haunt us after he has passed," Usala announced, turning to face Peter, knife glittering in his hands.
Casting a sadistic smile to his lover, Engak, he tossed his head at two Xandarians stationed beside him.
"Tie him".
Peter screamed as he was thrown in to their arms and pressed against the upright table, kicking out and managing to drive the breath out of one of his captors.
Thick ropes entwining his legs discouraged any more struggles and he fruitlessly pulled against his bindings, fear and rage battling within him.
"Let me go!" He cried out, voice cracking pitifully at his attempt to hide his terror.
Usala laughed, his deep rich voice reverberating off of the halls.
"In mere hours my men, we shall feast!"
A cheer went up as Usala raised his knife, a short chuckle leaving his throat as he did so, causing Peter's blood to freeze within him, eyes locked on the glittering knife.
A moment later it came down, tearing a ragged line right across his abdomen that left Peter shrieking and squirming further.
Usala cheered raucously, raising the bloodied knife above his head.
"The life force drains and so we wait! Come, further rituals await us until the time is right," he cheered viciously.
He cast a contemptuous glance at Peter before leading his men to the tables where the materials for gambling were set out and the raucous cries of his men filled the room as they played.
All the while Peter lay panting as ropes chafed his skin and blood dripped thick and warm from his abdomen.
All the while his thoughts turned to Kraglin who had laid unnaturally still on his bunk. Was he okay? Would he be upset when Peter died? Would he understand that Peter loved him like a brother and cherished his company?
And another thought, traitorous and dark.
Yondu please save me…