Seraphina follows her sister into the room filled with inmates, rolling her eyes at the men shouting at them.
"It's like I said, they've got a rep." Rocket tells Peter. "A lot of prisoners here have lost their families to Ronan and his goons. They'll last a day, tops."
"The guards will protect them, right?" He asks.
"They're here to stop us from getting out. They don't care what we do to each other inside." He answers as Seraphina laughs at his question, shaking her head.
"Whatever nightmares the future holds, are dreams compared to what's behind us." Gamora says.
"Check out the new meat." A tall prisoner announces, standing in front of Peter. "I'm gonna slather you up in Gunavian jelly and go to town-" He's interrupted by Groot shoving his fingers up his nose and lifting him off the ground.
"Let's make something clear. This one here is our booty! You wanna get to him, you go through us! Or, more accurately, we go through you." Rocket yells.
Groot drops the man after breaking his nose, and he sobs on the floor, cradling his face. The three walk over him as Gamora and Seraphina approach their cell.
"No cell's gonna protect you for long." The other prisoners threaten as the sisters take a seat on their bunks. Gamora gasps as one bangs on the door. The two stay in their cell, avoiding the other prisoners.
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"Take them down to the showers. It'll be easier to clean up the blood down there." Peter hears a guard say. He looks over and spots prisoners holding Gamora, a knife to her throat. Another holds Seraphina, who is completely limp. He spots the guard passing a syringe to another prisoner, realizing they must have injected her with something to knock her unconscious.
Gamora growls at the guard as the prisoners drag them away. Peter gets up to follow them, waking up Rocket.
"Quill, where you going?" He asks as Peter leaves the room.
"Gamora, consider this a death sentence for your crimes against the galaxy." The prisoner says, pressing his blade to Gamora's throat as a few others tie up Seraphina.
"You dare?" Drax asks as he stands in the doorway. "You know who I am, yes?"
"You're Drax. The Destroyer." He says, moving away from Gamora as two others keep her in place.
"And you know why they call me this." He continues, moving closer.
"You slayed dozens of Ronan's minions." He answers.
"Ronan murdered my wife, Ovette, and my daughter, Camaria. He slaughtered them where they stood. And he laughed! Their lives are not yours to take. He killed my family. I shall kill his in return." Drax announces.
"Of course, Drax. Here, I..." The prisoner says, handing Drax his knife.
Gamora quickly disarms the two men holding her and takes them out, holding their knives up to the two's throats.
"Step away from my sister." She orders to the two prisoners tying her up. They scramble away and she focuses on Drax. "We're no family to Ronan or Thanos." She steps back and drops the blades. "We're your only hope at stopping him." Drax rushes forward, pinning her to the wall by her throat.
"Woman, your words mean nothing to me!" He shouts, holding the knife towards her.
"Hey! Hey, hey, hey! Hey!" Peter interrupts as the prisoners return to Seraphina and prepare the other syringe.
"Oh, crap." Rocket groans.
"You know, if killing Ronan is truly your sole purpose, I don't think this is the best way to go about it." He says.
"Are you not the man these wenches attempted to kill?" Drax asks.
"Well, I mean, they're hardly the first woman to try and do that to me." He answers as Seraphina begins to stir, making the other prisoners move away from her. She looks around confused, as Peter lifts his shirt to show his scars. "Look, this is from a smoking-hot Rajak girl. Stabbed me with a fork. Didn't like me skipping out on her at sunrise. I got, right here, a Kree girl tried to rip out my thorax. She caught me with this skinny little A'askavariian who worked in Nova Records. I was trying to get information. You ever see an A'askavariian? They have tentacles, and needles for teeth. If you think I'm seriously interested in that, then...You don't care. But here's the point. They betrayed Ronan. He's coming back for them. And when he does, that's when you..." Peter slides his finger across his throat.
"Why would I put my finger on his throat?" He asks.
"What?" He asks. "Oh, no, it's a symbol. This is a symbol for you slicing his throat." He explains as Seraphina breaks free from the wrappings around her. She tries to sit up but slumps over to the side, the drug still making her head spin.
"I would not slice his throat. I would cut his head clean off." Drax says.
"It's a general expression for you killing somebody." He explains. He turns to the prisoner and mimes it again. "You've heard of this. You've seen this, right? Everyone knows." The man nods but quickly shakes his head and disagrees as Drax looks at him. "What I'm saying is, you want to keep them alive. Don't do his work for him."
Drax looks at Gamora and Seraphina before letting her go. She drops to the ground, gasping for air. Once she's caught her breath she rushes over to her sister, looking her over.
"I like your knife. I'm keeping it." He announces before leaving the room.
"That was my favorite knife." The prisoner says.
Peter moves to help Gamora lift Seraphina, his hand brushing one of her wings.
"Get away!" She shouts, desperately trying to slap his hands away. Gamora shoves him away from her sister, wrapping Seraphina's arm around her shoulders.
She stands, bringing her sister with her, and walks out of the room. Seraphina stumbles next to her, the drug still making her uncoordinated.
"Listen! I could care less whether you live or whether you die." Peter says as he follows them.
"Couldn't." Seraphina slurs, correcting him. Gamora shushes her sister before turning to face him.
"Then why stop the big guy?" She asks.
"Simple. You know where to sell my Orb." He answers.
"How are we gonna sell it when we and it are still here?" Gamora asks.
"My friend Rocket, here, has escaped 22 prisons." He tells her.
"Oh, we're getting out." Rocket says. "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 asks.
"Four billion units." She answers.
"We're gonna be rich." Seraphina mumbles, resting her head on her sister's shoulder.
"What?" Rocket exclaims.
"Holy shit." Peter adds.
"That Orb is our opportunity to get away from Thanos and Ronan. If you free us, I'll lead you to the buyer directly and we'll split the profit between the three of us." She tells them, gesturing between her and her sister and then the other two.
"I am Groot." He interrupts.
"Four of us." Rocket translates. "Asleep for the danger, awake for the money, as per frickin' usual."
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The Angel of Death | Peter Quill
FanfictionSeraphina is the third daughter of Thanos, taken in after he slaughtered the rest of her species, commonly known across the galaxy as Angels. She was experimented on, just like her older sisters, and trained to be a great warrior. When Gamora tells...
