What, two updates in less than 24 hours?! I had a bit of spare time today, so I figured I would write up one of the P.O.V. chapters I have planned. I haven't forgotten about you guys, don't worry. School just gets crazy sometimes and I don't have a lot of time to work on the story. I'm always thinking about it though, so fear not! I mean, how could I not be thinking about Ronan/Lee Pace all the time?
There will be another P.O.V. chapter after this one, and I'll start working on that one a bit later. It's going to be longer than this one, but like I said, I'm following along with the story line in the movie, and Gamora's scene came first. I hope you guys like these. I thought they would be a cool little way to kind of keep the story going and give you a change of pace. Kind of give you an idea as to what's happening in the rest of the world and maybe what might be coming next.
"Listen, I could care less as to whether you live or whether you die!" Peter exclaimed. He had been following her back since his clumsy rescue down in the showers. Gamora had expected something like this to happen. While being in Thanos' care she had never been caught, so she had never experienced prison, but she was well aware as to who exactly would be occupying the cells with her. Thanos and Ronan had no shortage of enemies in this galaxy, and many of the people who had been left behind in the wake of their destructive paths remained here. Everyone knew someone who had been affected by the greed of their conquests, and if they didn't then they were well aware of it. She had been reminded of it nonstop since she arrived in the Kyln. Insults and death threats were hurled at her, which had almost become realities.
"Then why stop the big guy?" Gamora asked, turning on the Ravager in frustration. As much as she appreciated his help, she wanted to be alone. If she was going to survive this prison then she needed time to think of some kind of plan, and his incessant talking was only making her head hurt.
"Simple," Peter said, his face full of confidence as he realized he finally got her attention. "You know where to sell my orb." She wanted to laugh in his face.
"How are we going to sell it when we and it are still here?" she asked bitingly, her patience quickly disappearing. She didn't have time to deal with his stupid questions right now, and besides, it wasn't his orb. She would do whatever was necessary to get it back into her possession and off this ship. She needed to if she was ever going to get away from the hell she had been living in. Suddenly the Ravager turned, a pleased smile crossing his face as he looked down at the creature that had also been following them.
"My friend Rocket here has escaped 22 prisons," he said glibly, and she looked down at an equally smug furry face. The last thing she wanted to do was trust her potential livelihood on this rodent. He was half the reason she was here in the first place. She hadn't expected someone else to be after Quill, and it threw her off guard. If he and his walking tree hadn't of interfered she would have the orb safely in her possession and be halfway across the galaxy by now.
"Oh, we're getting out," he said confidently, his small arms crossed over his chest. "And then we're headed straight to Yondu to retrieve your bounty."
"How much was your buyer willing to pay you for my orb?" Peter asked, looking back up at her. Gamora sighed, looking away from the both of them. She knew that if she told them how much it was worth she would be forced to work with them. She preferred to work alone, but perhaps this time it would be best if she relied on others. If Rocket truly had escaped from that many prisons before then he was truly her best bet for getting out of here. While Quill was a less than desirable travelling companion, he did have his own ship. It would fit the four of them comfortably and would be a lot quicker than trying to find a Nova ship.
Besides, Quill had made an excellent point. She had betrayed Ronan, and guaranteed he knew about it. Nebula would have received the message that Gamora had been captured as soon as the news was transmitted to the authorities. Thanos has a great number of spies as well, and it wouldn't be impossible for him to have found out her true intentions with the orb and relayed that to Ronan. Whether he had or hadn't however was irrelevant. Ronan would come for her. There was no way he would allow Thanos' favorite weapon to remain inside a prison where she could potentially be killed and of no use to anyone. Thanos would never forgive him for it, and he needed him to fulfill his crazy, fanatical wish of revenge. Besides, if it hadn't of been for Quill she would be a bloodless corpse on the shower floor right now. She owed him, and she never left her debts unpaid.
"Four billion units," she said, turning to look at them. The look of utter shock on their faces was exactly what she had expected.
"What?!" Rocket shouted incredulously, his ears perking up.
"Holy shit!" Peter said, his firm stance loosening for a moment.
"That orb is my opportunity to get away from Thanos and Ronan," Gamora explained, and they both watched her with rapt attention. "If you free us… I'll lead you to the buyer directly and I'll split the profit between the three of us." A small smile spread across Peter's face as he nodded quickly in agreement.
"I am Groot!" came the deep sound of the tree's voice from beside them. Gamora turned her head to see him standing against the chain wall, watching them with a look that practically said 'how could you have left me out?'. He wanted to be included in the deal? She supposed it made sense since he was with Rocket, but what would a walking tree do with one billion units?
"Four of us. Asleep for the danger, awake for the money. As per fricken usual," Rocket said, throwing one of his arms up in disbelief. Groot only made a deep, rumbling noise of agreement, giving the rodent a hard look. Whatever, it didn't matter if it was split three ways or four ways. One billion units was enough for her to be able to live a comfortable life somewhere where no one would recognize her and she wouldn't be found. She desperately hoped this was going to work.
"So, we've got a deal," Peter said, smiling mischievously between the four of them. Suddenly she remembered the girl that Korath had brought onto the Dark Aster just before she had left it. Hadn't he said she was a Terran girl who was a friend of Peter's? Gamora wondered if she should mention it to him. If she was truly his friend he should probably be made aware of what has happened to her. Yet… then again, if he knew she was in danger he might compromise their entire mission to save her. She couldn't risk something like that happening. Not while there was a promise of escape. There was no way they could go up against Ronan right now and succeed. God only knows what had happened to the girl after she left. There was no way Ronan would have allowed her to go home. At best he had taken her prisoner. At worst… well, there would be nothing left worth saving. Sorry, Quill.
Well, there you have it! Also, to the person who was asking me about Dragon Age, yes I do mean Dragon Age: Inquisition. I can't play it until I get back from England, so the suspense has literally been killing me. I see all the pretty pictures and read all the happy statuses and I'm just like this is cool, I'm stuck here... with no TV or playstation. Just me and my computer... Three more weeks. Then I can veg out with my cat and playing it for days.
I'll try to get the next little bit up by the end of the week!
