GHOSTLY GUARDIANS

Prologue: The Beginning.

On the planet Earth in the year 1988 at the US state of Missouri, an 8 year old boy was listening to his 'Awesome Mix Vol. 1' tape on his Sony Walkman while waiting in the waiting room of a hospital. Despite listening to his music, he was depressed and sad. Eight year old Peter Quill was in the hospital because his mother is on the bed dying of brain cancer. Peter tried to distance himself to his music, ignoring his grandfather approaching him.

"Peter. Your momma wants to speak to you." Peter's grandfather said, but didn't get a response since Peter is wearing his headphones. "Come on, Pete. Take these fools off." Mr. Quill said as he takes the headphones off of Peter and turns off the Walkman before handing it back. Mr. Quill then guides Peter to the hospital room where the rest of his relatives were gathered around the bed where his mother Meredith Quill was lying at. Meredith is dying and her condition is getting worse each second. She looks to see her son looking back at her.

"Why have you been fighting with the other boys again, baby?" Meredith asked.

Peter couldn't look at his mother and he replied with a shrug.

"Peter?" Meredith called to hear an answer.

"They killed a little frog that ain't done nothing. Smushed it with a stick." Peter replied, still not looking straight at his mother.

Meredith gave a weak smile, knowing that Peter was trying to do what he thought was right.

"You're so like your daddy. You even look like him. And he was an angel. Composed out of pure light." Meredith said.

"Mer? You got a present there for Peter, don't you?" Mr. Quill said, trying to get Meredith to change the subject, thinking the cancer is causing Meredith to say stories that Peter's father was from space.

"Of course." Meredith replied before giving Peter a present with a note attached to it. "There."

"I've got you covered, Pete." Mr. Quill said as he grabs the present and puts it in Peter's backpack as Meredith looks at Peter once more, who was trying not to cry.

"You opened it up when I'm gone, okay? Your grandpa is gonna take such good care of you. At least until your daddy comes back to get you... Take my hand." Meredith as she tried to offer her hand.

Peter couldn't bear to look at his mother as his emotions starts to get the best of him.

"Peter?" Meredith begged, but Peter still couldn't look at her or take her hand.

"Pete, come on." Mr. Quill said, trying to get him to take Meredith's hand.

"Take my hand." Meredith begged before she dies.

"Mom?" a sadden Peter called. "No! No! No! No! Mom! No!"

Peter became distraught and was screaming for his mother as he was pulled from the room by his grandfather.

"Come with me." Mr. Quill said.

"No!" Peter screamed.

"You've got to stay here. Please." Mr. Quill begged.

"No..." Peter cried.

"Okay?" Mr. Quill asked before going back into the room with the other relatives.

Peter then ran out of the hospital crying into the misty darkness. Peter then went down on his knees on the grass.

"No..." Peter cried.

Peter's crying was interrupted by a bright light coming from the sky. He looks up to see a large alien spaceship! The spaceship suddenly fired a bright beam at Peter and began to abduct him, but not before Peter cried...