Hey! As always, welcome to the next chapter of World Of Nightmares! You're all awesome for following the story!
Rocket muse: Just get to the story already!
Me: Okay! Okay! God, if I could actually bring myself to hurt you, you would be a fur coat!
Rocket muse: But you won't.
Me: I know... :(
Rocket muse: Since IHTHT is wallowing in self pity, she doesn't own me, nor does she own the rest of us.
Me: *Whimpers*
Drax was concerned, it had been two hours since Peter had called Nova Prime, and Rocket hadn't stopped screaming! There had been a breif point where he had stopped and whimpered softly, only to continue louder than before. The ship seemed very odd with the absence of the constant clanking of metal and sarcastic remarks of the talking raccoon. Gamora had taken Peter and Groot to the bar on the planet nearby. Unusual behaviour for her, but she (like the rest of them) wanted to escape the ship where the small animal's screams echoed off the walls.
They had thought that someone should stay witb Rocket, just in case. Drax had volunteered, not really feeling like this was an appropriate time to get drunk. He was beginning to regret his decision. It was unnerving, this whole cursed situation was terrifying and upsetting. The raccoon had been struggling and wriggling the whole time, but his wrists and ankles had remained firmly on the table as if held down by invisible restraints. Drax wasn't sure whether he wanted Rocket to stop screaming or not. If he didn't, the torturous sound would continue. If he did, he would look, well, dead. The raccoon's screams had been growing steadily weaker and now the animal was barley breathing, and without the screams and struggles the raccoon would look like a corpse. An unsettling thought, Drax found himself thinking. Then he remembered something. Something Rocket had said when he thought he had nothing left to lose.
"Ah, what the hell, I don't have that long a lifespan anyway."
The realisation hit Drax like a ton of bricks, how long would it be until he really did see the foul mouthed raccoon's corpse, and how will it have happened? Would said corpse be riddled with bullet holes? Disected? Or would old age simply take his friend? Thinking about this while seeing him like this was making him feel that he would be saying goodbye to the raccoon much to soon. Nova Prime had said that this experience would not kill the creature, but was it true? Rocket was always saying that he was one of a kind, how would she be able to determine the outcome of this incident? He hoped it wouldn't be the cause of Rocket's death, because if it was, it would have been his fault.
If he had been more careful he would have killed the wasp attacking him. If he had killed that bug Rocket wouldn't have had to shoot it. If Rocket hadn't had to shoot it he would never had turned away from his own fight. If he hadn't turned away he wouldn't have let his guard down. If he hadn't let his guard down he wouldn't have been stung. In the end, it was all Drax's fault. He was ripped from hid musings by another pain filled scream from the raccoon. "I'm so sorry, Rocket." He whispered, using the animal's name for the first time, Rocket not even being conscious to hear it.
Author's note part 2:
Well, that was depressing! I feel like Drax would probably feel guilty about all this. But anyway, I was actually thinking of having a fic about all five of the GOTG musing over the fact that they will all outlive Rocket if narrowed down to natural causes. I'll leave it up to you, leave your opinion as a review and if enough of you want it, I'll write it. I feel like I rambled a bit today but, oh well! Please review, I powder them and use them on a potion that cures writer's block.
See ya!
-IHTHT
