CHAPTER FIVE
"What this dumbass is trying to say is that..."
AFTER HAVING TO SUFFER A DAY of threats being shouted at her prisonmate, Allison found herself feeling worried and sympathetic for Gamora. She was surprised that the woman seemed unfazed by the death threats, wondering how she managed to stay so calm when looking into the eyes of death.
Also managing to shock Allison, Gamora tried her hardest to be kind to the ice demon once prisoners were escorted to their seperate cells. She'd curiously ask about Allison's cryokinesis, and would respect her wishes if she responded with an answer similar to 'I don't want to talk about it'. about the cryokinesis she possessed. Allison found herself enjoying Gamora's company and to her surprise, Gamora was enjoying Allison's company as well.
She was intrigued by Allison's abilties and she wondered how the woman felt about them. When the group crossed paths on Xandar, Gamora easily noticed the struggle Allison had when firing an ice beam at Peter. She couldn't tell whether it was pain or Allison struggling to control it.
That night, after Allison and Gamora had became more like acquaintances then strangers, Allison was awoken to the sounds of her cellmate's grunts and struggle.
The ice demon squinted an eye open, ignoring the pain she had from her awkward sleeping position. Gamora was nowhere to be seen, making Allison sit up slowly, rubbing her tired eyes gently.
"Gamora?" she murmured, her voice seeming to echo through the dark cell.
Feeling worried, the ice demon hesitantly rose to her feet and approached the opened door. Her eyebrows furrowed together at this detail, but she forced her anxiousness away. A part of her was wondering what Frost would be saying in response to her actions.
Allison poked her head out to see Peter exiting his own cell, ignoring a quiet call from Rocket. Her confusion struck further at the sight of the two of them, her head tilting to the side as she watched for a few moments, wishing she could have Frost's input right about now.
Rocket began to exit his own cell, his eyes narrowed at Peter who was creeping through the prison. Having her curiosity get the better of her, Allison quickly caught up to her animal companion, startling him slightly.
"Alli? What are you-"
"What am I doing up? What are you doing up?" Allison interrupted, narrowing her eyes at the raccoon. "Also... Gamora wasn't in the cell."
Rocket's eyes widened as he stared up at the ice demon. He instantly picked up on the worry laced in Allison's voice and he found it strange. His friend was worried about an assassin that was known to be dangerous and unfriendly.
Ignoring the look he gave her, Allison sped her walk up, feeling the bracelets spin slightly as her arms swung gently by her side.
The two friends quickly caught up to Peter who had paused at one of the circular entrances. Rocket immediately tried to get Peter to back off but he didn't budge, along with Allison.
Allison's head peered around the opening to see Gamora being held with a blade against her throat, another prisoner slowly approaching her. The other aliens that had originally captured her seemed to shrink under the newcomers gaze, telling Allison he obviously had a rep.
From her position, she, along with Rocket and Peter, was able to pick up on the alien's name being Drax 'The Destroyer' and him having had history with Ronan. She heard Drax comment on his wife and daughter, who Ronan supposedly slaughtered, and the fact Drax wanted to kill Gamora for revenge on the man who killed his family.
Allison was about to try and help when Gamora was able to break free of the grips. She easily took out the two prisoners holding her, snatching their weapons and soon had Drax being held with a knife at his throat. Bones cracking echoed through the room along with painful groans.
The red head's eyes widened at Gamora's skills and agility, making the tables turn with ease.
"I'm no family to Ronan or Thanos," the assassin spat. Seeing a chance to bargain, Gamora took a small step back, removing the blades from the two's throats and dropping them. The knives clattered loudly against the floor. "I'm your only hope at stopping him-"
Drax charged forward, taking Gamora's throat into an iron grip and pushing her against the wall.
"Woman, your words mean nothing to me!"
Peter suddenly stepped in, exclaiming a series of 'hey's as Rocket and Allison followed him slowly and with hesitance. Allison had the ability to fight without her powers but she wasn't good at it, meaning she was not up for a fist fight at that time.
Rocket cursed under his breath, facepalming.
"You know, if killing Ronan is truly your sole purpose, I don't think this is the best way to go about it," Peter claimed, trying to calm the situation down.
Drax's eyes burned with vegence as he glared at the outlaw. "Are you not the man this wrench attempted to kill?"
"Well I mean she's hardly the first woman to try to do that to me," Peter proceeded to explain different situations he had been in with girls attempring to inflict pain on him.
Allison squinted her eyes and tilted her head as she watched Peter show off various types of burises and scars from his life. She didn't think it was necessary.
Peter soon picked up on Drax's uninterested stare. "You don't care, but here's the point," Gamora's ragged attempts at breaths filled the air. "She betrayed Ronan, he's coming back for her, and when he does, that's when you..."
Peter ran a finger around his throat, a simple gesture most understood, however Drax did not. "Why would I run my finger on his throat?"
"What..." Allison's eyes rolled as Peter continued to look to everyone asking if the recognised the gesture.
"What this dumbass is trying to say is that, when Ronan comes back for her, you'll have an opportunity to kill him," Allison stepped in, shoving past Peter.
The outlaw reluctantly stepped back, letting Allison takeover but Rocket was still unsure of why his friend was so determined to keep Gamora alive.
"Therefore, you want to keep Gamora alive as leverage over Ronan, you shouldn't do his work for him," Allison's concluded, holding her breath as she watched Drax looked back towards Gamora.
He debated obeying what the ice demon had suggested when he finally realised that she was right. With Gamora alive and having betrayed Ronan, he'd be out kill her as a punishment.
Deciding to follow what Allison suggested, Drax let go off Gamora's throat. The woman fell roughly to the floor, coughing and gasping for air as Drax rose the knife, examing the design.
"I like your knife, I'm keeping it."
The alien that originally captured Gamora muttered something about the knife being his favourite before.
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"LISTEN! I COULD CARE LESS whether you live or whether you die!" Peter exclaimed as the four began heading back to their cells. Rocket and Allison trailed close behind them, the pair walking side by side behind Peter.
"Then why try and stop the big guy?" she shouted back, not bothering to look back at Allison who did save her.
"Simple, you know where to sell my Orb," Peter said in a 'duh' tone.
Obviously, Gamora spotted the flaw in his statement. "How are we gonna sell it when we and it are still here?" she exclaimed, pointing out the obvious.
A large, confident, grin spread across Peter's face before he looked besides him, meeting Allison's icy eyes, before looking down to Rocket. "My friend, Rocket, here, has escaped twenty two prisons."
Allison looked down to the animal, watching his arms cross tightly over his chest. "Oh we're getting out. And then we're heading straight to Yondu to retrieve your bounty."
Allison rolled her eyes at Rocket's persistence regarding the bounty over Peter's head. However, she shared the desire to retrieve the money Yondu was willing to give in exchange for Peter Quill.
Peter ignored the sly comment, Rocket slid in, and glanced back to Gamora. "How much was your buyer willing to pay you for my Orb?"
"Stop saying it's your Orb, you don't own it, you just stole it," Allison sassed, crossing her arms loosely across her chest once again.
Peter looked over at her, a hint of humor in his eyes before back at Gamora, expecting her to respond.
But instead, Gamora smirked slightly at Allison's comment. "The ice girl's right, it's not your Orb-"
"Whatever!" he waved his hand at her for a few moment before lowering it and repeating his previous question.
Gamora fell into thought, her eyes staring blankly off to the side before she snapped back to reality with a number in her head. "Four billion units."
"What!" both Rocket and Allison exclaimed, Allison's mouth hanging open slightly at the large number, with a "holy shit" being from Peter and in unison with the two.
"That Orb is my opportunity to get away from Thanos and Ronan... If you free us," Gamora continued to explain. "I'll split the profit between the four of us."
Allison nodded eagerly, glad for the answer when a new voice joined.
"I am Groot."
Allison smirked, glancing to her right to see Groot on the other side of a cage. His hands were pressed against the cell wall, looking between all of them wanting a piece of the prize.
"Five of us," Allison corrected, glancing over to Gamora who had a confused look on her face.
"Asleep for the danger, awake for the money, as per fricken' usual!"
Rocket's claim earned a gentle kick from Allison.
"Well... six if you count Frost..."
Gamora and Peter looked at Allison with expressions that held confusion. She smiled innocently as Rocket sighed. "You and Frost share a fifth of the units. It always will work that way. How is she by the way? Silent?"
Allison nodded again. "Power dampeners always silence her, you know that," she flicking the metal bracelet across her left wrist.
"Uh... who's Frost?" Peter asked, furrowing his eyebrows as Allison passed, not looking over her shoulder. Gamora followed still having questions about the sixth person.
"Someone you don't want to meet!"