Hey guys, here's another update! I have nothing to do right now so I'm just going through all of them! Hope you enjoy!

After the first 12-15 minutes of discipline/torture I was thoroughly satisfied, sure that karma had done it due on Quill for knocking me off the walkway and playing a major part in sending me to jail. And then 5 or 6 minutes later I was pretty sure karma had a check list on Quill that it was going through.

I'd say about 2 minutes later I decided it just seemed plain cruel. Thankfully the guard seemed to have finally had his fun and put away the tazer. I was tempted to ask Quill if he was okay as another guard came over and yanked him to his feet. But I decided that that would be pointless, the man had just spent about 20 minutes being electrocuted. He was definitely not fine.

We were very quickly split up to be hosed down.

If you want specific details on said process then I get to call you a sick freak and actually break your nose for being a pervert.

Moving on, after that amazing experience, heavy sarcasm, I had to trade in my favorite beautiful amazing black leather jacket… for a hideous yellow monstrosity that somebody dared to call clothing.

Perhaps I was just being picky or spoiled even, I had been born into luxury; good clothes just came with the package. Sometimes I believed that JARVIS was programmed to automatically buy anything that was either on the runway or that I even mentioned liking. I found that the others were sucking it up, so I figured I'd woman up and do the same.

Doesn't mean I had to like it though.

Once dressed the guards lead us into what I could only assume was the main room, were all the other prisoners seemed to be hanging out. And I decided that without a doubt this was hell. This was hell and it was my punishment for any and all horrible things I had ever done, intentionally and unintentionally.

Does killing a worm count? Because I definitely remember apologizing for that!

The room itself could very easily be described as a disgusting pit of despair that made you wish for fifteen gallons of soap or hand sanitizer. I tried to keep my disgusted sneer to myself as I clutched whatever it was that the guards had given me close to my chest. I also made it a goal to keep as close to Quill as possible without altering him.

He had gotten me into this mess so as far as I was concerned I had every right to use him as a human shield, at least I assumed he was human after the Walkman thing. It was looking like I would need a shield actually, because the other prisoners had taken interest in our group, god I was in a group with these guys, and had started throwing stuff at us.

Now if anyone were to ask me what I did in response I would tell them I caught the garbage and threw it back at them like a total badass. Yeah I didn't do that. My real response was to latch onto the Quill and actually force him to shield me from the garbage, ignore his cry of 'hey' when I did so.

I hesitantly let him go when I realized that they weren't actually just throwing stuff at the newbies, they were just throwing stuff at the green on. They kept shouting at her, but I managed to pick up a name that kept being repeated over and over again. Gamora, I think it was. Either that was her name or it was a new curse.

"What is up with them?" I asked the raccoon. He seemed to be the one with the most prison experience and he knew who Gamora was, which meant he would have the best idea on what was going on.

I had finally learned his name though. Before the guards had lead us into the prison area I heard him muttering something under his breath while glaring at the guards. I could only assume that 'Rocket' was his name unless of course he was threatening to blow up the building.

"Like I said she's got a rep," Rocket explained as we began walking again, "At lot of prisoners have lost their families to Ronan and his goons. She'll last a day, tops."

"Politics," I muttered under my breath shaking my head.

"The guards will protect her, right?" Quill asked sounding almost concerned for Gamora's safety. Not sure why, she tried to kill him not a day ago.

I sighed at his questioned rolling my eyes, "Did you miss the part about dirty guards? Or do you need to revisit the blue bastard for another round of fun?"

"The kid's right, they're here to keep us from escaping. They don't care what we do to each other inside," Rocket agreed looking around the area.

"Whatever nightmares the future holds," Gamora began ominously before I could snap at Rocket. I glanced back at her as she finished, "Are dreams compared to what's behind me."

"Whoa that is surprisingly deep." I complimented her as I continued to walk, because I hadn't been looking I walked right into Quill's stationary back.

Lucky for Quill before I did my first instinct, which was to shove Quill and yell at him, I spotted the blue lumbering oaf who had stepped into Quill's path.

"Check out the new meat!" the blue giant announced causing chills to go down my spine. The alien began examining Quill in a very suggestive and very creepy manor, I wasn't sure if I should be grateful or guilty that he only seemed interest in Quill. My disgust and horror only increased as the blue guy reached over and practically caressed Quill's face as he all but purred suggestively, "I'm gonna slather you up in jelly."

"I'm gonna be sick," I announced meekly covering my mouth.

Whatever other creepy rape-y thing that the blue guy had planned on saying next was interrupted when Groot moved forward and without warning shoved his fingers in the guy's nose. I wasn't fazed for a moment until the man scream in what was probably pain as Groot lifted him clear off the ground seemingly without any effort on Groot's part.

Note to self: get on trees good side.

"Let's make something clear!" Rocket shouted at the now captive audience who had all be silenced by the scream of pain. With everyone's full attention Rocket was free to shout as he pointing at Quill, "This one here's out booty! You wanna get to him, you go through us! Or more accurately, we go though you!"

Groot took this as his cue that the lesson had been learn, so he dropped the hostage. The blue man began rolling in the ground weeping as he clutched his nose. Well that's that, if I was getting out of here the tree and the raccoon were my ticket.

For some reason I let the raccoon and the tree get away from me, which meant I had to spend valuable time hunting them down again. But once I figured out that everyone was avoiding them it was easy to find them at what was once probably a crowded lunch table.

"What do you want?" Rocket demanded looking almost surprised as I stopped in front of them, my arms crossed defensively across my chest.

I took a deep breath settling on what I was going to say. I titled my chin up just enough as I began in my business voice, the one that Stane had taught me all those years ago, "I do not plan on spending twenty years of my life in here. I believe you said you have escaped twenty-two prisons, correct?"

"And if it is?" Rocket demanded narrowing his eyes at me.

"How would you like an additional 6 million units added to your account?" I asked smirking as I set my hand on my hip.

He must have assumed I was joking because as soon as I said this he barked a laugh slapping his knew, only to stop when my expression didn't change. He shook his head at my seriousness scoffing dismissively, "Look kid, didn't you're parents ever teach you-,"

"Each." I interrupted him before I informed him truthfully, "My parents had nothing to do with it."

Rocket and Groot looked at one another, seemingly taken back by my serious offer. It seemed to be a rather heated silent discussion going on between them, until eventually it moved onto being a whisper discussion. They kept glancing at me curiously before finally Groot turned back to me with a warm smile, something I hadn't been expecting, as he announced, "I am Groot."

"Can I get a translation?" I asked hopefully looking to Rocket expectedly.

"You got a deal kid," Rocket announced holding out his hand/paw to finish the deal, which I took shaking it.

"Thanks," I said before I corrected him, "But the names Phoenix."

Nothing else really exciting happened after that, I mostly just starting counting down the minutes until sleep time. Rocket's plan involved sleeping here I guess which was great. On the bright side we were all split up by gender.

On the dark side we have to sleep on the ground.

As I laid there on the ground I discovered that sleep was pretty much impossible at this point. I was way too on edge and my normal method for dealing with insomnia was not an option at this moment, not without my HWT. I wished I had it then I could listen to my music. I almost found myself smiling, because it wasn't really my music.

More accurately I would say it was my dad's music. It was basically the only thing I truly knew about him. When I was really little and was still small enough, I would sneak into his land and hide either in one of the cars or under one of the desks and just listen to the music.

Dad always worked with AC-DC and the like playing. According to some stories that I had heard when I was baby my mom could never get me to go to sleep to regular lullabies. Eventually dad tried singing Highway to Hell and I went right off to sleep.

Speaking of my mom… well that was another reason I couldn't sleep without the HWT.

Sad story short my mother, Anthea, passed away when I was just five years old. I can't remember a thing about her, and there wasn't really anything to remember her by either. When she died dad got rid of all of her stuff; every possession that she owned or reminded him of her was boxed up and sent away. Either to be stored away or destroyed I never knew. And I never really bothered to ask.

Everything that is, except my necklace.

It was one of my earliest memories. I had been sitting in the living room not sure what was going on as men in uniforms went around boxing things up, I remember being confused. But then I spotted it on top of a pile that was due to be sent away. It was small and not easily noticed so I took it.

It was one of my first and only moments of rebellion.

I had gone so far as to design the HWT around it too, with a space where it would fit in perfectly.

In the end I guess it was a good thing that I had been kept awake, otherwise I would have missed when people began trying to murder Gamora.

I figured she would be fine on her own, she had locked herself in one of the solitary pods a while ago and I figured no one would get to her. I was very wrong.

I sat up startled when I heard shouting echoing around the room. I twisted my head towards a shadow on the wall, I could hear a struggle, and if anyone else could hear it I guess they choose to ignore it. Unfortunately for me I still have a conscience so I just had to check out what was going on.

I forced myself up, silently hoping that my sleeping place would remain, moving towards the door and glancing around it just in time to see Gamora being dragged down the hall by a group of mean looking inmates.

I sighed cursing myself; before I could think better of it I carefully but quietly I left the room, expertly following them down the hall.

While it was true that I was a 17 year old girl who life of luxury was ripped away, who spent most of her years being forced back into the background so I wouldn't bother anyone, but there was absolutely no way I was going to stand by and let cold blooded murder go on.

It was time for me to stop a murder.