If you've read this far in to my story thank you. I know its been awhile, well its been about three weeks. Anyways, I've been trying to write this story to where the Guardian of the Galaxy will appear early on. They will be in this chapter, for those who have been waiting. I don't own and character from Guardians of the Galaxy.
Chapter 4, Who are You?
My eyes remained locked onto the man in front of me. I really wanted to know who this man was.
I could ask, it might even make Dathl go easy on me today if he heard me speak again. Plus it was really bothering me on who was helping Dathl with his procedures that he has planned for me.
" Who's that." I asked, my voice was very raspy and in need of a liquid. A cough erupted from my throat that sounded dry and flat.
Since my arms were bolted to the table, my gaze gave away on who I was talking about. I could tell that the man was surprised on actually hearing me talk, his eyes were bigger than normal and his mouth was hanging open. Though, something about him was off, like he already knew. Which he probably did, go figures, he is working with Dathl. Right?
I moved my head so I was looking at Dathl waiting for a reply. He also looked surprised, his face held a smile and he looked rather pleased.
" Oh yes, his name is Mr. Quill," He answered boldly, rewarding me by telling me the answer. His arm extended out towards the man in front of me and pointed. " He is new, and he is assisting me with my work, so he can get more experienced with animal genetics."
Dathl is a man with no mercy, he is someone who is very determined and very ruthless. He dont follow rules, he makes them, he stands over everyone like he's in charge. He makes you feel powerless, week and in need of help.
I watched Dathl pick up a needled syringe filled with a pink substance. he brought it closer to my arm and used the fine point to break my skin. Slowly the needle went in and he slowly pressed on the plunger. It stung as the mystery substance was released into my body.
It only took seconds before I could feel my body to feel a bit different. My limbs felt like Jello and my body was floating on fluffy clouds.
" What does that stuff even do." Quills voice broke through the room. I tried to move my head but found no muscle to do so. My eyes remained locked on Dathl, who at the moment was facing Quill.
" Great question, when this liquid is injected into a body it begins to circulate the blood stream. It starts to strain every muscle and joint in the body, making it unable to move on its own," Dathl explained.
" So would it be something like a paralyzer," Quill asked.
" Yes, exactly."
I wanted to move my head and look at both Dathl and Mr. Quill who were still talking back in forth. Though, with this conversation I now know what was in the shot that I received not to long ago. I even tried to talk but my mouth would not move, I was speechless.
" So, it can really talk?" I heard Quill ask.
If I could move I would've made a frown because I did not like being referred to being an 'it'. I would like to be called something more, like my actual name, or at least be called a raccoon.
" Didn't you hear it talk a few minutes ago," Dathl said with a hint of annoyance in his voice. Like the answer was obvious. Which I would have to agree it's not that hard to miss an animal talk that it right in front of you speak.
" Well yea, but do you know how it can?" Quill questioned.
" No I do not, that is what I am trying to figure out. And the reason we are here now," Dathl explained.
I watched as he grabbed a scalpel that was sitting on the machine that was next to him. He started to sterilize the blade with a white threaded rag. He placed the scalpel onto a stainless steel table and started the process to clean his other tools. The feel of anticipation moved through my body, every second that Dathl stalled it got stronger. My head laid on its side, looking at the edge of the table and parts of the machines.
After all that has happened to me, I had to face the fact that the world is not as innocent as I thought it was. If I could growl I would of. I was becoming pretty scared of Dathl, and there is nothing I can do to change that.
He again picked the scalpel and pointed the tip at my body. Resting his other arm on the open space of the table besides me to give him support. He firmly gripped the scalpel and lowered it onto my skin.
The tip was pressing onto the cut he made earlier. The pain was very intense, it burned as if my skin was exposed to an open flame. It was like needles poking everywhere on my body. Though, with that paralyzing drug in my system I could not move a muscle.
Since I could not see Dathls hands, I could still feel him drag the sharp point across my cut, opening the wound again. Nothing in this world could describe how painful this is. Dathl pulled and tugged at my body as he did whatever he was doing. All I knew was that it hurt.
Mr. Quill had moved himself so that he was standing behind Dathl. I was able to get a clear view of him. His face was rather pale, no color was left on his face. He looked like he did before, except it was like he was on the edge of losing his lunch. or dinner. What time was it anyway? There is not a single window in this place, I can't even tell if it's day or night.
For a count of ten minutes Dathl poked and cut at me. He messed with my insides for what felt like hours but in reality it was nothing but a short time.
My mind stopped when a surge of agonizing pain shot through my body. I didn't even notice but my body leaped off the table, and fell back down due to the straps and clamps that hold my body glued to the table's surface. It had seemed that the paralyzer was wearing off, I could twitch my fingertips and flip my ears, everything else was still frozen in place.
Dathl turned his back towards the tool table and picked something up. In his hand was something that looked like a fishing hook. A black string was tied to the hook and was about a foot long, it dangled in the air, swinging back and forth.
He put his gaze back onto my abdomen and brought the hook like thing and poked it into my skin, next to the cut. He started to sew it in and out of me, I then recognized it as stitches.
I was pretty much dumb founded, not in a million years would I see Dathl even care enough to give stitches. I thought he would stuff me back into that cage and leave me there to heal on my own. like he did last time.
A long silence came over the room, it was so quiet I swear I could hear the blowing dirt hit the outside walls. Everything was hushed till Quill broke the chain of silence by speaking.
"Man, what the hell did you do to that thing?" Quill spoke, and yet again feeling offended for being called something other than my name. Though, they don't know my actual name. Can't they tell I'm female, isn't it obvious. I mean I have fur but still, not that hard.
" I didn't do much. I had just gotten a look of the raccoon's insides," Dathl replied. " It would be smart to know what it looks like inside and out, before further testing."
Quill still looked sick, but tried well to hide it. As if he didn't want to watch me bleed anymore. He wasn't doing too good, since I could tell that he didn't really want to be here. I could also tell Dathl was quite oblivious to what was going on. He wasn't questioning things, the only thing he was interested in was putting the tools from the table away. Never once did he glance over at Mr. Quill and say or look suspicious.
I had so many things I was unsure of. Several questions that I wanted to be answered, like what happened to me, why wasn't Mr. Quill interested in helping Dathl, And what will Dathl do when he finds out who I am. That I used to be a human named Ashley Montgomery, the teenage girl who disappeared from Mankato school in Minnesota several weeks ago.
Dathl finished cleaning up his tools and shook me out of my trance when I found him fiddling with my wrist clamps.
I felt his hands brush against mine as he undid the lock. He walked around the table to where he was standing at my feet and did the same as he did with my hands.
I forced every muscle to move my head and looked at both Dathl and Mr. Quill. Dathls mouth opened as if he was about to speak. His arm shot like a bullet and gestured to Quill.
"Ok, now I want ya to take the rat to its cage, I want you back here in five minutes. He commanded Mr. Quill, his voice sharp and fast.
" all right, I can do that." Quill said calmly as he folded his arms against his chest...
"We'll come on! We don't have all day." Dathl yelled and pointed at me lying on the table. His shout made Quill jump and it seemed like he was about to panic and fall over.
His eyes went big and his face became a distant red, no longer the sickly pale it used to be. He covered up his face and action by walking over to me at a normal rate.
His right arm crossed my body as he grabbed the lip of the velcro strap and tugged at it. The sound of tearing fabric filled the room as Mr. Quill pulled the strips apart.
Once he finished he had flipped the black straps off me and let the dangle off of the tables surface. His hands shook as the held them above me like he was hesitating. He then slid them under me, one placed at my back, and the other was at the crook of my knee.
I felt my body be lifted of the table and was brought into Quills embrace. He fixed his arms so that he was cradling me like a baby.
The movement brought pain to erupt in my chest and spread over my body. I winced as he picked me up, my eyes slammed shut.
I could tell the paralyzer drug was wearing off, I could now start to feel my body move every so little. Movements getting bigger as time went by.
With me in his arms, he turned his body to where he was facing the door. My body bounced as he took steps to the double doors that lead to the hallway. They were the same doors we had used to enter earlier.
He used the side of his body to push open the door. He pressed into the door as it began to open with ease. The door was now opened wide enough that he was able to slip out.
Though, what happened next took me be surprised. He instantly bolted down the hallway. I raised my head and try to get a glimpse of his face. All I saw was a complicated looking metal mask. It covered the front half of his face, red piercing circles were in place of his eyes.
If anything, his mask made him look intimidating, it also gave me a new opinion about this man who supposedly had the name Mr. Quill, Or wasn't that his name.
" This is Star-lord, contacting the Milano!" Quill yelled into his mask.
My body violently bounced as we ran down the hallway. A few seconds passed till a faint buzzing sound was heard, Mr. Quills voice instantly replaced it.
" I'm commin' out, Rocket be ready... I really need you to be focused, you know how this is important." He shouted. It was like I was listening to a one-way conversation.
I had no clue on who he was talking to, who was this Rocket person, and just what is he trying to do?
Mr. Quill turned the a corner, leading to an all familiar place. A set of double doors lined the wall. They were the ones that lead to the outside world.
Excitement roamed my body, making me want to jump out of Quills arms. I was going to get out of this terrible place.
Though, I still had a question, why was Mr. Quill doing this in the first place? Why was I so special to him that made him try and bust me out of here? Who would even try and disobey Dathl, we both know what that man is capable of. He could do many bad things that I can't even begin to describe.
Mr. Quill barged into the doors, his body pressing against the bar that opens it. He ran full spread out into the hot environment.
My eyes came in a direct hit with the suns rays that made them sting. As Quill ran, the warm breeze ruffled my fur. My tail spilled over Quills arm and dangled a few inches below me.
I was happy, it felt good to be outside again, even if it was ninety degrees. Quills feet thumped into the dirt as he ran further into the desert.
"Hey! Ya better get back here with that thing!" A shout rung into the air. My body flinched, the voice was Dathls.
Though, Quill never stopped he kept running, I could feel his chest thump against me. He never looked back, or even reacted to Dathls words.
It kinda made me happy to know that I was escaping, even if my savior was being threatened.
"Okay Rocket, do it...now!" Quills voice yelled.
As if on cue I could see a blob of black start to form. It was blurry at first but started to clear up. It looked like a spaceship that had the somewhat shape of a triangle. Orange stripes lined the sides giving it color. Though, once it became clear the black faded to a dark blue.
This was totally crazy. By now I have pretty much convinced myself that I've lost my mind. Over the time since all this has started nothing seems to make sense. Too many questions.
The ship hovered above the ground and dust blew everywhere around it. The door of the ship opened revealing a tall, brown stick man.
Now this was maybe one of the weirdest things to ever see. It's not every day you see a stick man. well normally because they really don't exist, or not suppose to anyway.
As me and Quill got closer to the tree man, his arms grew to be like a long rope. They wrapped around Quills waist, letting my back touch the rough bark of the tree.
I felt my stomach drop as we were lifted off the ground. Faster than Quill can run we were pulled into the opening of the ship. Quill tried to make a safe landing but ended up tripping and falling to the floor taking me with him.
My breath was knocked out of me when I hit the floor. Pain ached through my body. Honestly I had forgotten about my wounds but now I could tell they were split and was now probably bleeding. The stitches more likely broke.
" you've got to be kidding me, that was extremely terrible," A light sounding voice said.
I lifted up my head and tried to get a glimpse of who just talked. All I saw was a flash of green till my neck gave out and went plummeting to the floor.
" Peter you obviously can't take care of it, so I will, you've already made things worse," The voice again said.
"Hey, it's not my fault I tripped, and if anything I don't think she would like to be called that, you know how Rocket get when we do." Quill argued, plus I'm the one who saved her.
"Oh, how does that matter at the moment, she needs help and this is what you are doing." The female replied. " Oh and by the way your planet it the worst by far," She flatly stated.
I heard Quill moan, though my body still laid on the grounds surface, I found no movement to get another look at the green lady.
That was when I felt smooth arms slide under me and lift me off the floor. They flipped me around to where I was facing upward.
I came face to face with a lady who's skin was the color of grass. Her hair was a dark brown, almost black, the tips of it being a deep red.
The green woman walked down a hallway and stopped at a door. She extended her arm out, in reach of the knob. When the door opened I expected the color white but instead it was a light brown.
Of my time in that laboratory everything's been white and smelled like medical chemicals. That whole building was as if it had been dipped into a huge bucket of white paint, coating the walls and floors. Anything that reminded me of that horrid place gave my body a sick feeling.
Though, the brown instead of white was very comforting like I could finally relax without a worry. The smell of chemicals no longer filled the air, stinging my nose. This place smelled the exact opposite of that.
The green lady entered the room and placed me on a bed inside of it. Once I was placed down, she instantly backed away. I moved my head so I was staring at the woman before me. She pulled out a chair that had sat besides the bed. I didn't notice the chair before but it was a rather nice one.
" So, I bet you have questions that you would like answered." She asked me.
I slowly shook my head to tell her yes. My mouth opened trying to speak but was hit with a wave of chokes and coughs. Every cough I made caused my stomach to be bombarded with intense pain. It hurt so bad my arms reacted by wrapping them around me, trying to stop the ache. My dark brown ears were forcefully pressed flat to me head.
After about a good ten seconds my coughs ceased, giving my lungs a rest. I opened my eyes to see a plastic cup full of water held out in front of my face. A slim green hand gripped the cup. I angled my head in her direction before I graciously took the cup. The water swished around as I brought it to my lips.
I hadn't realized how thirsty I was till now. I was able to swallow that whole cup in a matter of seconds. My throat felt alot better, like I could talk without getting choked up on my words. Both of my tiny hands wrapped around the cylinder of a cup and rested in my lap. Then I remembered what the green lady had asked me a question.
" Yea, I do actually," I said, gasping out the words. " Who are you is my first question?"
" The name is Gamora, get used to calling me that because you are going to be staying here while your body heals," Gamora replied.
"ok, well Gamora do you know why i'm like this?" I asked but the only thing Gamora did was put a look on her face that seemed like she was confused.
" What do you mean, haven't you've always been the animal Peter calls a raccoon?"
" First off who's Peter? And no, Ive never used to be this animal before. This is very new to me."
" Peter, he's the one who had saved you from that place."
For some weird reason this made me irritated and a little mad. Yes that Peter Quill did rescue me from Dathl but there was more than just that. My body shook under the thought of Dathl. These past few days have been the worst, no one should have to go through that. At least I was saved before anything could get worse.
"Seriously! this Peter guy did save me but all he did before was watch me get torn open. He didn't do a single thing as my blood drained out of my body!" I yelled. My small frame sprang up from the bed, it hurt but that didn't stop me. The way she had said that kind of made me mad. I knew getting all fired up like this is not my normal personality but after my experiences that can change even the strongest of men.
" Calm down," Gamora snapped "I'm sorry you had to go through that, but it was all apart of the plan." She said, now a little irritated as well.
" All part of the plan! Thats a joke right? Because I don't find it very funny." I shouted. Wow I was changing by the second now, all this raccoon stuff is going to my head. Before I would of never of gotten this upset. I normally think before I say things but now everything is being blurted out and I have no control in stopping it.
" In order of getting you out of there we had to stick to a plan in order for all of this to work!" Gamora raised her voice and spoke loudly into the room.
"Whoa whoa whoa, will ya two stop all the arguin' it's not going to help anything." A unknown voice spoke. Instantly my body became alert and my ears were rotating around catching any sound that was to come. The grinding of metal was quickly heard.
I located the twisting knob of the door before it had started to open. On the other side stood raccoon. "Wait, another one" I thought.
I blinked my eyes trying to make since of all this. My hands grabbed at the blanket that was pulled up to my waist. The cup fell and rolled out of my lap.
I took in a deep breath with my nose catching the raccoons sent. It smelled of sweat and metal, telling me it was more likely a male. It's clothes and the way he looked also gave it away.
He wore a black and orange jumpsuit that covered almost his whole body. Things like his head and hands stood out of the suit, as well as his tail.
It wasn't as fluffy as mine but still more than the rest of him. I looked at him with a blank expression, his was a little surprised.
" Y-you didn't tell me it was a thing like me," The raccoon asked Gamora.
"Well Rocket, I'm just as surprised as you are. I didn't know till Peter had gotten back with her." She replied.
I nodded in silence so this was the Rocket person Quill was talking about. He was a raccoon just like me, I did not suspect that. I seriously would of never thought.
"Her?" Rocket questioned.
"Rocket can you be any more blind, it quite obvious. Her fur is too long to be a male and her eyes are too full."
I sat watching this conversation unravel. It was weird to have them talk about me even though I'm sitting right in front of them.
Gamora still sat in the chair while rocket stood in front of her. His tail twitched ever so slightly as he talked, his hands moved as he spoke.
After what Gamora had said about me being a female Rocket glanced his head at me. He stared at my figure and studied me. It felt a little awkward and uncomfortable. My heartbeat quickened as the pressure increased.
" well yes, so she is female, and she's quite pretty." Rocket said but then realized what he did and tried to cover it up. "who cares, I'm not into that kind of stuff anyway." He turned his face away from me and Gamora's watching eyes.
My face was then filled with heat that gave me a warm feeling. I looked at Gamora who caught my eyes and stuffed a silent giggle.
Before I had knew it, Rocket was on all fours and scampers out of the small room. He shut the door behind him leaving me and Gamora to ourselves.
"Not one in my life have I ever seen him like that, he really likes you. I think he's happy that there's someone else in this universe like him." She said to me as she sat back in her chair, resting her green arm on the arms of the chair.
The tingling feeling inside of me got stronger that I was forced to look away. I knew we had just meet but I had a feeling that I liked him as well. He didn't look that bad either, if anything he was cute.
I finally got the need the look back at Gamora. Who was patiently waiting for me to do something. When I did, her face held a wide spread smile.
"What's with the face?" I asked and tilted my head to the side.
"Oh, I just think it would be good for Rocket with you around that's all." She replied, and was about to add more till Peter had barged into the room.
With a fast speed he entered the room. He looked around the room and didn't stopped till his eyes landed on me and Gamora both. A smirk lit his face and he pointed his finger at us.
" You two getting along alright?" He asked eyeing Gamora specifically. Knowing that she is not the best type at making friends.
" Yea, I think so." I blurted, not even giving Gamora time to answer.
"That's good, because I sure as hell don't want any fighting on this ship," Peter confirmed. Though, Gamora gave him a look if what he had said was not true. " well anymore than there already is." He quickly said, not making any eye contact with Gamora.
OK, congrats on those who had a thought Peter was Dathls assistant (which he was). I hope the earlier description of Peter was correct, I feel like some things were off that made you think he was someone else. I'mthinking I will start and shorten my chapters. I feel that they are long, way to long. To much info to remember in long chapters like that. ~Rayne