Guardian Angel (Guardians Of The Galaxy Fanfiction)

Cell With The Enemy

"Subject 22RY78. However she has corrected us numerous times that her name is Ashen."

Ashen looked at the men talking about her. She narrowed her eyes to slits and bared her teeth in a snarl. She had given up that number long ago and as far as she's concerned that had never been her number. She had a name. A name that her father had given her and that name was Ashen. She would never be a number.

"Are those, wings?"

Ashen suddenly felt self conscious and she pressed her wings closer to her flank. "Yes they are wings. She, like that cat and that raccoon, were subject to illegal cybernetic and genetic testing on lower species."

"Lower species," Ashen repeated as she rolled her eyes. She knew she was more intelligent than either of the Terrans. They had no right to speak about her like that.

"The wings and other 'enhancements' in her body are because of that."

"Does she have a criminal record?"

Ashen watched as a Terran began to click on a high-tech screen. "Oh yeah. She's wanted on theft, fraud, petty crimes, and physical assault."

"Come on," began as Ashen rolled her eyes. "He came after me and I neutralized him!"

"Send her with others to the Klym," ordered one of the Terrans and Ashen instantly hated him with a vengeance.

Ashen watched as a door opened and she stepped next to Grenade. He looked up at her and smiled up at her. "My rap sheet wasn't as bad as I thought it was going to be," he purred in amusement.

Ashen shuffled her paws. "Mine was a bit worse."

"Ha! Well what do you expect? You're the ringleader," Grenade pointed out as he was led to a ship and Ashen followed. She was painfully aware of all of the ones she had tried to steal from and maybe even kill were there.

She was pushed into the ship and growled as she was placed in a cell with the rest of those freaks. Her and Grenade gravitated toward the back of the cell and watched the raccoon and tree head toward the other corner. The Terran just sort of hung around while the green lady just looked furious.

It was painfully aware that no one wanted to speak to one another so it was no surprise that the Terran broke the awkward silence. "I'm Peter Quill. People call me Starlord."

"Save it thief," the green lady snapped.

Peter drew back and raised his hands like he was surrendering. He then turned to Ashen and Grenade and raised an eyebrow. "Didn't know the circus was coming."

Ashen bared her teeth in a snarl but Grenade rested a hand gently on her shoulder. "Look who's talking."

"Too shay," Peter murmured with a nod. "So what are your names?"

Ashen pricked her ears a bit and stopped her snarling. "Ashen," she replied with a curt nod of respect.

Grenade looked a bit hesitant about giving his name as if it was the most precious thing he could ever share. Ashen touched her nose to Grenade's ear, urging him just to tell Peter. "Grenade," he growled with his ears plastered against his head.

Peter smiled at them and looked to the tree. "How about tree over here?"

"Don't tell him Groot," muttered the raccoon as he waved a hand in front of his friend.

Peter rolled his eyes. "Not the smartest group we have here."

Ashen turned her head and turned out the rest of the conversation. Did she really need to hear this Terran's words. She fell asleep and wished never to wake up.