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CHAPTER FIFTEEN ━━ we are groot

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♯ ❝WE ARE GROOT! ❞
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    MIDAS HELD HER BREATH AS THE DUST STARTED TO SETTLE, an eerie silence looming over the rack-tag team of outlaws as they waited to see Ronan's dead body on the ground. But to their utter shock, instead of Ronan's dead body, the man was in a crouched down possition.

    Fear struck Midas' heart as the man lifted his head, a victorious smirk etched on his face as he rised up through the clouds of ash that were already dissolving. The blue man was barely hurt, not a scratch on him and the the group exchanged worried glances.

No one understood why the man was completely unscatered from the explosion, while the blast had destroyed everything else in its path.

Ronan stood proudly and held up his own weapon, the hammer with withing it the infinity stone.

Everyone held their breath, their hearts hammering in their chests as Ronan grinned an evil gleam in his eyes before twisting the hammer sending a large burst of purple energy their way.

    They were sent flying backwards and Midas coughed hoarsly when her back hit the metal floor with a loud bang, the air being ripped from her lungs as she heaved.

It seemed the rest of the team was in the same state of pain as the groaned on the ground, but to her surprise, Midas saw Drax rise to his feet, a look of complete and utter hate in his eyes as he stared Ronan down.. 

    All his pain and thirst for vengeance started to bubble at the surface and with so much ferocity he ran towards Ronan, letting out an almost animalistic battle cry.

    With a grunt, Midas pushed herself to her feet, the same burning passion of wanting to defeat Ronan pumping her full with adrenaline as she watched Drax try to attack Ronan, but the man was a much better fighter as he raised Drax up by his neck into the air, tightening his grip.  "I was mistaken. I do remember your family. Their screams were pitiful- " Ronan's said with a sinister smirk but before he could end the life of Drax, his eyes went wide at the sudden sound of an incoming ship.

    Their saviour, a Ravager ship came hurling towards the Dark Astar and bursted into the room destroying everything in its path

    Midas jumped out of the way pulling Groot with her in the progress while Gamora did the same with Peter.

    The crash caused another large explosion in the Dark Aster, flames sprouting and smoke filling the room. It seemed the Dark Aster was finally on its last legs by the looks of it. Midas' breath hitched in her throat as gravity took over as the enormous starship started to hurl down to the ground.

    Peter exchanged worried glances with Midas as they both looked around the room in panic before the man moved and he turned to remove an unconscious Rocket from the damaged ship, while Gamora took Drax weight on her and hauled him towards their team.

    They all kneeled down next to each other, scanning the room that was slowly being encased in flames in the hopes of finding a way to escape that wouldn't end with them plummeting to their death.

    But to their despair, they couldn't spot a way out and in seemed their words from earlier were about to come true. They would take their last breath among friends. The brunette could feel her heart beating in her throat, fear and terror overtaking her senses as she looked at her comrads as the continued their descend to the Xandar at full speed.

    She leaned her exhausted body against Groot's arm as she observed Gamora laying Drax on her lap, and how Peter carefully held Rocket in his arms. 

    How strange it was to the young woman to see how her life had turned out. She went from being an wanted outlaw on the run to someone who tried to safe the world like some kind of hero from a movie. She made friends she never thought she would and now, she was on the verge of losing it all again.

    Midas' eyes flicker up to Groot as she heard the crackle of twigs. Slowly the branches expaned, encasing them in a protective barrier until they were compeletely surrounded.

    After a moment, Groot roduced more of the little lights as they fluttered around the confinded space and it reminded Midas of one of the last days she spent with her mother when she hadn't fallen ill yet. It had been a warm august night as she and her mother were sitting outside in the garden when little fireflies lit up the skies like stars.

By now Rocket had woken up in Quill's arms and struggled to slid out to approach Groot, his face filled with horror when he noticed what Groot was doing.

    "Groot, you can't" Rocket cried out depersately, on the verge of tears "You'll die. Why are you doing this? Why?" 

    Groot grew a small branch and softly stroked the raccoon's face, wiping away a lonesome tear that had fallen down his face.

    "We. Are. Groot." Was the last thing Midas heard and ot brought a sad smile to her face before they slammed into the ground.

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    MIDAS LOOKED UP, ASH AND DUST COVERING HER bruised face as she observed her surroundings. Debris was scattered on the ground surrounding, the normal very pristine looking squares of Xandar looked absolutely wrecked. Some of the broken pieces of the ships were ablaze, the fire crackling, as smoke made the air thick.

    The brunette stumbled slightly as she tries to fnd her balance, a piercing rining sounded in her ears, but the woman could hear one of Peter's songs faintly continuing to play from wherever and whatever was left of the Milano.

    Midas tried to stand up, but she groaned in pain as her muscles ached and some cuts started to sting from the dirt that was covering her skin.

    Her whole body was surging with pain as the smoke infiltrated her lungs and she started to heave and cough, waving her hand in front of her face to try and clear our the large amounts of smoke before her eyes landed on the branches scattered around the ground. With teary eyes, Midas kneeled down again, grief strucken, the brunette mindlessly and gently took some of the remnants in her hands

    From the corner of her eye, Midas spotted Rocket a couple feet away from her, he looked completely destroyed by the death of companion as he started to mutter to himself. Her eyes then flickered to Drax who looked complete frozen after waking up as he looked around in confusion.

    Her eyes than landed on Peter who looked fairly unharmed, dust and ash was sticking to his face like a second skin and some small cuts were etched on his face. He winced as he stood but the man looked the most conposed after their tumble to Xander. Lastly, Gamora, the woman was coughing, clutching her stomach in pain.

    Midas took a deep breath, trying to compose herself as she let the remnants of Groot slip through her fingers again and tried to slowly stand up while meanwhile, Ravagers, survivors and citizens of Xandar began to crowd around the crash, all eyes on the five grieving survivors.

    And then, as if they hadn't suffered enoug to, through a cloud of smoke and dust, Ronan emerged again, wilding his hammer.

    "You killed Groot!" Rocket cried out in despair and fury, breaking into a sprint towards Ronan, fire and determination flashing in his eyes.

    The Accuser merely moved his hand an inch and a burst of purple energy was released, sending Rocket flying away.

    The battle was not yet over

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