Rebekah wakes up, hearing sounds of distress. She sits up to find that the cell had been opened, Gamora nowhere to be seen. Rebekah stands up and leaves, looking down the hallway. Some of the other prisoners are taking Gamora towards the showers. Rebekah hurries after them. She passes the room where Rocket is waking up.
“Black, where you going?” Rocket whispers to Rebekah, who ignores him, going on her way. “Black. Black!” Rebekah doesn’t answer, and keeps going on her way. Rocket gets up and starts to follow her, whispering at her the entire time. Rebekah ignores him, and stealthily follows Gamora and the thugs down into the showers.
The thugs shove Gamora against a wall, knives pointed at her throat. “Gamora, consider this a death sentence for your crimes against the galaxy,” the main thug said.
“You dare?” someone shouted from the entrance. “You know who I am, yes?”
“You’re Drax. The Destroyer,” the thug answers nervously.
Rebekah slowly comes to the entrance of the room while staying out of sight, tailed by Rocket. “Black!” Rocket whispers on repeat. Rebkah rolls her eyes and pays attention to the scene in front of her.
“And you know why they call me this.” It isn’t a question, but rather a statement of fact.
“You slayed dozens of Ronan’s minions,” the thug answered.
“Ronan murdered my wife, Ovette, and my daughter, Camaria. He slaughtered them where they stood. And he laughed!” Drax shouted his last sentence angrily. “Her life is not yours to take. He killed my family. I shall kill one of his in return.”
“Of course, Drax. Here, I-” The thug cuts himself off as he gives Drax his knife.
In that moment of transition between the thug and Drax, Gamora disarmed the other two thugs pointing knives at her in the blink of an eye. She held the knives to both Drax and the thug’s throats. “I’m no family to Ronan or Thanos.” She steps backs and drops the knives, letting them clatter on the floor. “I’m your only hope at stopping him.”
Drax clearly didn’t care what Gamora said. He shouted and rammed her against the wall. “Woman, your words mean nothing to me!” Drax’s knife was pointed at Gamora’s throat, and Drax’s other hand was wrapped around Gamora’s throat.
“Hey! Hey, calm down!” Rebekah shouts, coming into view of Drax, Gamora, and the thugs, while Rocket facepalmed. “If killing Ronan is your goal, this isn’t the best way to go about it.”
“Are you not the woman this wench attempted to kill?” Drax asks in confusion as he grips Gamora’s throat tighter.
Rebekah shrugs. “Well, she’s not the first person to try to kill me. I was raised by Ravagers, I’ve had people trying to kill me since I was ten. I’m used to it. But, whatever, that doesn’t matter. What does matter is that she betrayed Ronan. He’s coming back for her. And when he does, then you can-” Rebekah cut herself off as she slid a finger across her throat.
“Why would I put my finger on his throat?” Drax asks. He looks at Rebekah as if she is crazy.
“Huh?” Rebekah asks, also confused. “Oh, sorry, it’s a symbol,” Rebekah explains as she slides her finger across her throat again. “It’s a symbol for slicing someone’s throat.”
“I would not slice his throat. I would cut his head clean off.”
“It’s also a symbol for killing someone in general. If you wanted to rip his heart out, this symbol would still work.” Rebekah turns to one of the thugs. “You’ve seen this, right?” she asks as she repeats her symbol.
“Yeah, yeah.”
“Everyone knows,” Rebekah concludes.
“No, no,” the thug adds.
“That doesn’t matter. You want to keep her alive. Don’t do Ronan’s dirty work.”
Drax takes a moment to consider Rebekah’s words, and finally lets go of Gamora. Gamora drops to the floor, gasping for breath. Drax looks at the knife the thug gave him to kill Gamora. “I like your knife. I’m keeping it,” he says before walking off.
“That was my favorite knife,” the thug says mournfully.
Rebekah crouches down next to Gamora to see if she’s alright. Gamora ignores her and walks away. Rebekah hurries up to follow her. “Is solitude an elusive concept to you?”
“It is if everyone wants to kill you.”
“And why do you care?”
“Compassion is a common trait among the religious.”
“You're a Ravager. Your religion is piracy.”
“I was raised by Ravagers. There’s a difference. Especially when the reason Ravagers raised you is because they came to your planet that doesn’t know anything about life anywhere else and abducted you, and they never told you why.. I still worship as I did on Earth.” As you tell Gamora this, Peter walks out from his cell.
“What the heck happened to you?” he asks.
“Some guy named Drax tried to kill her,” Rebekah explains distractedly.
Peter rolls his eyes. “I could care less whether you live or die, but you know where to sell Bekah’s and my Orb,” he tells Gamora.
“How are we gonna sell it when we and it are still here?” Gamora asks in annoyance.
Peter turns to Rocket. “My friend Rocket, here, has escaped twenty-two prisons.”
“Oh we’re getting out,” Rocket confirms. “And then we’re headed straight to Yondu to retrieve your bounty,” he tells Rebekah and Peter.
“How much was your buyer going to pay for the Orb?” Rebekah asks Gamora.
“Four billion units,” Gamora answers. Rebekah, Peter, and Rocket all react in surprise. Four billion units for a ball? What the heck is so important about this thing? “That Orb is my opportunity to get away from Thanos and Ronan. If you free us, I’ll lead you to the buyer directly, and I’ll split the profit between the four of us.”
“I am Groot,” Groot says from behind the group.
“Five of us,” Rocket translates. “Asleep for the danger, awake for the money, as per frickin’ usual.”
“Is it settled?” Gamora asks.
Rebekah shrugs. “I’m always down for eight hundred million units. And I’d like to get this Orb away from me if Ronan is obsessed with it. Why does he want it anyway?”
“It may look like a simple sphere, but it is extremely powerful.”
“Well, I have no idea how to use the Orb, and eight hundred million credits is pretty convincing,” Peter says.
“I am Groot.”
“We’re gonna take both our eight hundred million credit shares, and then we’re taking your arses back to Yondu,” Rocket says.
Rebekah rolls her eyes. Guess we’ll have to deal with getting them off our trails. But we need Rocket to get us out of here.
“Then I guess it’s settled.”
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Stargazing - HIATUS
Fanfiction"You're the star that lights up my night and points me in the right direction." Peter Quill was not the only Terran the Ravagers took, they also took a girl named Rebekah Black. Peter and Rebekah have always been close, being the only two Terran Rav...
