How It All Began

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"Let me g-" Rebekah shouted before she was cut off by the rough hand slapped over her mouth. The man's red skin clashed with his red leather clothing. The man had his arm wrapped around Rebekah, holding her tight against him. Another man was doing the same with Rebekah's friend, Peter. The two men with unnatural skin exchanged words in some language that wasn't earthly. When they finished, the one holding Peter half dragged and half carried him onto the huge ship that had come from space.

Rebekah tried to break free, but her ten year old self couldn't possibly break free from a full grown alien. She tried to scream, but it was muffled. Then a blue alien with some red thing on his head came out of the ship and spoke to the man holding Rebekah. They spoke for much longer than the man that took Peter did. This too was in some other worldly language. At the end, Rebekah was dragged onto the ship.

Rebekah desperately tried to break away, but she was nowhere near strong enough to. She was pushed into a room. Before she could try to get out, the door slammed shut and was locked. She banged on the door and yelled, trying to get their attention, to get them to let her and Peter go.

"Bekah, I tried. They aren't gonna let us go," Peter said softly behind her. Rebekah whirled around to find Peter in the same room.

"Why are they taking us?" Rebekah asked.

"I dunno." He shook his head. "Just my luck. First Mom dies, and now aliens are abducting us." There were still tears on his face. Just prior to the spaceship landing in front of them, Peter's mother, Meredith Quill, had died. Meredith had been friends with Rebekah's mother, Leah, for as long as Rebekah's could remember. They were there when Meredith had flatlined. Peter ran off to be alone, and Rebekah followed. That ended up being lovely for her.

Rebekah and Peter sat down, leaning against the wall, hugging each other. Peter cried on Rebekah's shoulder. Rebekah fought to hold in her own tears. She wanted to be there for Peter right then. She could cry later.

After what Rebekah was sure was an hour, the door was thrown open by the blue alien from before. A couple others were behind him. Rebekah couldn't help but notice the sidearms strapped to some of their thighs. The blue alien gestured to those with him to do something, and they came and grabbed the two humans. Peter tried to fight his way out of their arms and Rebekah yelled at the aliens. The aliens roughly placed something behind the humans' ears.

"They're online, Captain," the alien holdings Peter said.

Wait a minute, Rebekah thinks. I can understand them. The aliens let go of them and walked toward the door to guard it. One of them said something in some sort of communication system on their wrist, but it was too quiet to be heard in the back of the room, where Rebekah and Peter were.

"Those were language transplants, Terrans. We had to wait to download your language onto them," the blue one said. "I'm Yondu and I'm captain of this here ship."

"What do you want from us?" Rebekah asked, voice shaky.

"You're small. Good for thieving," Yondu said hesitantly. "Helps that you aren't some sorta child celebrities." One of Yondu's men whispered something to him. Yondu nodded. "Come here, kids. We're flying."

"Wait, we, we're going to space?" Peter asked in awe.

"What else did you expect, boy? Do I look Terran?" Peter and Rebekah followed as Yondu lead them out of the room. Peter and Rebekah looked around the ship in awe. Yes, they were pissed that they'd been abducted, but this spaceship was pretty cool. Yondu lead them to the cockpit. "Don't touch anything, kids. Ya don't know nuthin' 'bout anything here."

"Yes, sir," Rebekah, not sure how else to reply.

"Get on those chairs," Yondu said, pointing to some chairs. The humans climbed on the chairs that were not built for children, at least not human children. They put the seatbelts on, and an alien near them tightened the straps. Yondu sat down in the pilot's seat. "Have you kids been to space?"

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