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"I told you, her name rings throughout the galaxy. Plenty of inmates here lost family to Ronan and his crew. To them, she's worth more than anyone," Rocket sighed.
"Murderer? Won't the guards protect her?" Quill glanced at the furious crowd, doubtful.
"They're just here to stop us from breaking out. They don't care if we kill each other inside." Rocket smirked like a seasoned jailbird.
"No matter how bleak the future is, compared to my past it's nothing," Gamora said coolly, even smiling faintly.
As for Saitama—
He treated prison like a vacation. First time locked up in space? Might as well enjoy the experience.
"Hey, baldy. You're blocking my way."
A booming voice came.
Nearly three meters tall, a hulking blue-skinned brute stood in front of him, glaring down with contempt.
"Buddy, don't mess with him. He's… uh, our boss," Quill "kindly" explained, pushing the attention away from himself.
"Heh, yeah, bald guy's the strongest! We're all his little brothers. Right, Gamora?" Rocket grinned slyly, backing away.
"I am Groot," Groot added, lumbering after them.
Saitama blinked. "…Boss? When did I become that?"
Gamora rolled her eyes. She knew exactly what they were doing—shoving Saitama forward to draw heat away from her. But she wasn't one to let someone else bear her burden.
"I'm Gamora. Saitama isn't our leader. If you want trouble, come for me."
Her sharp words froze the noisy cell block.
For a few seconds, silence.
Then the place erupted with laughter.
"HAHAHAHA! She dares stand up?"
"Kill her!"
"Ronan's people mean nothing to me—I'll kill his dogs too!"
Half the prison had reason to hate Ronan, and as Thanos's daughter, Gamora was seen as his ally. That was enough.
The blue-skinned brute sneered. "See? I'll kill all of you right here!"
He swung a massive palm at Saitama's head—
Squelch.
The brute's hand froze midair.
Blood spurted from his chest where a blade burst through.
He turned, eyes wide. Behind him stood a scarred inmate with jagged teeth, grinning wickedly, knife buried deep.
"Gamora is mine to kill."
The brute collapsed in a spray of blood.
The killer licked his blade. The crowd howled in approval, like rabid wolves.
The guards didn't even flinch—less mouths to feed.
"That's the Executioner, Kor-Kysel!" someone gasped.
"He once sliced his cellmate into strips and ate him alive!"
"Psychopath! Hahaha! Kill her!"
The mob roared.
Quill, Rocket, and even Groot tensed.
Gamora stood firm, though her throat bobbed as she swallowed.
Thud.
Kor-Kysel suddenly slammed face-first into the floor, skull cracking against alloy.
A massive hand gripped his neck, smashing him down until his jagged teeth shattered.
"She's mine. Not yours."
The new figure's skin was rough, etched with crimson markings that pulsed with fury.
His gravelly voice scraped the air like metal on stone.
Gasps rippled through the prison.
"It's… it's the Destroyer! Drax!!"
"Quiet! Don't look at him!"
"Gamora's finished!"
Every prisoner recoiled in terror.
"My wife and daughter were slaughtered by Ronan. You serve him. So you'll die… by my hand!"
Drax's blood-red eyes locked onto Gamora.
"Wait! You've got it wrong—she's not with Ronan—"
Quill stepped forward, desperate to defend her. He'd fallen for her beauty, though he hadn't admitted it aloud.
But before he could finish, Drax hurled him aside with one swipe.
Quill crashed into a wall, groaning.
"Buddy, that's against the rules! Groot!" Rocket snarled.
"I am Groot!"
Groot roared, his arms growing into massive branches that coiled around Drax.
Crack—
The crimson lines on Drax's body flared. With a single roar, he snapped Groot's limbs apart like twigs.
The prison shook with fear.
(End of Chapter)
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