Vol. 10
“Why did you save me?” Gamora said as she walked in front of them, heading back to her cell with not hesitation. Nothing about her body language saying she had just nearly been killed, “Are you, perhaps, the type of creature that likes to play with it’s food first?” She didn’t even look at him when she spoke, continuing walking and forcing Peter and Rocket to follow after her.
“Wha- no!” That wasn’t his thing. He did his best to never cause unnecisarry stress on his victims, “I’m not planning on eating you! I even don’t think I’d be able to scratch you!”
“Then why stop the big guy?” She stopped suddenly to turn and stare up at him. She had only fire and steal in her eyes, no fear or lingering terror.
“You know where to sell my orb,” Peter said. If he went though all this -burned his bridges with the ravagers, allowed the Nova Corps to confirm the expectiveness of a drug on him, and go through whatever sort of hangover from hell it cause- be was going to get payed for it. If he didn’t sell that orb he was going to… he didn’t know, but it probably add a couple million to his bounty.
“I don’t know if you know this, but you and it are still here,” She glared at him, saying it like he was stupid, “Do you plan are chewing a hole through the wall?”
“No,” He tried to chuckle, but he just wasn’t in the mood for it, “But, my friend Rocket, here, has escaped 22 prisons,” Peter sent a conspiratl smirk to Rocket.
“Oh, were getting out,” Rocket said without hesitation, “And then were heading straight to Yondu to retreive your bounty.” Rocket pointed a finger up at him. Peter felt the urge to bare his teeth, but held it back. Right now he was making friends, not starting wars.
“If you get me out of here,” Gamora looked down, some of the defensiveness leaving her posture, “I will lead you to the buyer, and we can split the prophets,” She sent a quick glance up to Quill, and he smiled.
The next morning Peter was feeling different. Some of the weakness in his limbs lessening, the distance between him and his ghoul strength growing shorter. The fog in his mind clearing. He smelt the air. It was still strangly unappitising, considering the cusine sorrounding him, but he was starting to be able to smell the food. Just yesterday it seemed like he couldn’t even smell anything, and now it was more like smelling somehting good after you just ate. Pleasing, but uninteresting.
He let out a long sigh of relief, the subtle fear of the drug being permantine leaving his mind. Though the fear was immediately replaced by the prossiblility of a guard coming in with a follow up shot.
He spent the one hour up to shower time fearing an attack, one that never came. Maybe they had expected it to last longer? Or maybe they where waiting for him to show signs of his strength returing? Either way, he kept his gaurd up, and tried to hide that he was starting to feel better.
He grabbed the tray of slop labeled’ ‘breakfast’ of the counter and followed the rest of his merry crew to a table. Sitting down across from Rocket with Gamora to his left and Groot to his right. He looked down to the mass of food on his plate, smashing it around with his spoon, and was relieved it didn’t look apitizing. At least the drug didn’t force him to eat this processed crap. He almost had to plug his nose when the smell of it wafted up to him.
He looked around at the others and watched them eat it, a familir disgust associated with watching non-ghouls eat pooling in him. Seeing it always bringing back memories of the times the ravagors dare him to eat regular food, it all resulting in his vomiting it back up. They, of course, always laugh merrily until he starts daring them to try his food.
“Feeling jealous, cannibal?” Rocket asked over his plate, the insult not even phasing Peter. He musted have seen him staring at the food.
“Feeling pity,” Peter said, allowing his face to show the disgust he was feeling. He brought a bit of slop up to his nose with the spoon and sniffed it qearily, then immediately dropped it back onto the plate, “Smells like tree bark, some by product from an animal I hope I never encounter, and just a bit of vanilla. I would say I can’t believe you’re not throwing up, but I guess your ancestors do life of actual garbage so…”
Rocket growled, and Peter smiled, though it was much more a display of teeth.
“I hear you have a plan of escape,” Gamora interrupted them. Rocket leaned back, and Peter withdrawled as well. They could banter once they where out of here.
“Yep,” Rocket said with a confident smirk, “I’m just gonna need a few things first.”