A Small Note- Thank you all for favoriting and following and reviewing! I just started writing this and am pretty busy with school so we'll see how often I update. Enjoy!
The Xandarian Kronos threw down before Thanos was shivering and whimpering, her bright pink skin now a shade paler than when Kronos had captured her.
Thanos had set the child on the ground next him, nestle in rock. It did not seem to bother her, for she had fallen back asleep. He looked up when Kronos threw the sniveling girl down but lost interest quickly.
"There is a facility underground. It has everything you will need to take care of this child. Once she has reached the age of seven, your services will no longer be needed. I expect you not grow close, less she get attached. Then both of you will be punished." Thanos said.
The girl whimpered, but nodded her head, to terrified to even protest.
"Good. Now take the child. I need to think." Thanos gestured to Ever.
She gently picked up the baby, careful not to stir her, and then looked expectantly at Kronos. He walked behind a rock and opened a door that led down to a grayish hallway. Before the girl stepped down, she paused and then slowly turned towards Thanos.
"Her name?" Her voice trembled, but she held her head high.
Thanos had turned back around, but he lifted his head slightly. When he spoke you could hear the smile in his voice. It wasn't reassuring though.
"Her name is Ever. And she is mine." Thanos turned back around. The Xandarian looked down at Ever and then at Thanos. Then she marched down the passage, leading Kronos, her head held high.
Her arms were trembling, but right then and there, the Xandarian who had been stolen from her life to raise this poor child, made a promise to herself. She promised she would do her best to raise this baby, who was stolen from home. She would help her see the right way. Even if she would die doing it. Ever was born for greatness. And she would help her to the top.
Ever was a very small baby. Aria feared she might not make it but each day she grew stronger. She was a quiet child who wanted to learn everything. Ever never complained, never cried, and never made a fuss. Not even when she came back from training with Kronos and Nebula, bloody and bruised. Not when she got a new sister, who was a fiery as the sun itself.
By the time Ever was six years old, she knew how to handle almost every weapon known and she knew how to kill a man 36 different ways. And her favorite was with her scythes and bare hands. There was only one thing that Ever feared, and that was the program.
She knew nothing about the program, she only knew the pain that came with it. Nebula had gone through the program. Several other children had too, but they were gone. Gamora just started the program, but Gamora was strong. Ever knew Gamora would survive.
Ever felt the longing in Gamora's heart, the burning fire to survive. She wanted to be like Gamora. Gamora was a few years older than Ever, but Ever would be entering the program soon.
Ever always knew she was different. She knew her father Thanos, had chosen her because she was special. Ever wanted to make him proud. She tried her hardest, coming neck and neck with her sister Nebula, who seemed to have it out for her. Nebula was Thanos's favorite, but he treated all of his girls with love.
They were his champions. And they would win him the universe.
The day that Ever was scheduled to enter the program was the best and worst day of her short life. She was not allowed to eat fir the past 10 hours, but it didn't bother her. She was woken early by Aria, who gave her a quick hug and then she was led down the hall by a doctor. Aria trailed behind them nervously.
Ever's heart was racing. She could hear every heartbeat of her, Aria's, and the man leading her. They whispered to her but she ignored them. They entered a small room with one other person in there, who motioned for Ever to take her clothes off. She then offered a white gown to Ever and told her to get on what appeared to be a rolling table.
Ever laid down nervously, her heartbeat growing louder in her ears. The doctor pushed a thin syringe of an orange liquid into the crook of her arm, and then started wheeling the bed down the hall, through a set of doors. Ever's vision started going fuzzy around the edges but the heartbeat still pounded in her head, like a drum.
Then there were bright lights and faces all around her, but Ever kept her eyes wide open, there were voices and flashing and the a sharp pain on the side of her head.
And then it was dark.
Please review or comment! I will try and update as soon as I can