REBEL FOR KICKS
iii. WELCOME TO THE KYLN
❝THEY'RE THE BIGGEST IDIOTS
IN THE UNIVERSE.❞

THE NOVA HEADQUARTERS WAS NOTHING INTERESTING TO ISABELLE QUILL. She followed closely behind the other prisoners that were being taken to the processing room with her. Their footsteps echoed throughout the pristine hall. Motionless officers lined the walls as they stood there, keeping eye on the new prisoners. Four separate officers escorted them all to the processing room. In front of her, Gamora walked in silence with her head held up high. Rocket, the pesky raccoon, walked in front of Gamora, yapping away about how he wasn't afraid of the Nova Corps. Groot and her brother, Peter, walked behind her. Groot was silent, but Peter was busy making small talk with the female guard.

"So, why do they call you Star-Lord?" the officer asked, flashing her pearly whites at Peter.

Peter gave her some bullshit answer that was far from the truth. The truth was that their mother used to call Peter "Star-lord" as a nickname for him. Isabelle could still remember her mother's voice, shouting their names. She used to refer to them as her "star-babies." But, that was before she died.

"--and that's why they call me Star-lord," Peter finished his long story, convincing the officer that he had earned the nickname in a battle.

Isabelle glanced behind at the lady, giving her a smirk. "You don't really believe him, do you?" Isabelle asked and Peter's face dropped, knowing that Isabelle was about to call him out. "Let me tell you a secret, darlin'. My brother here is an idiot, thinking he can impress a pretty lady like you."

The woman smiled softly as Isabelle's compliment and Isabelle glanced back at Peter, sticking her tongue out at him while he just rolled his eyes.

"Wait, him bring an idiot is a secret?" Rocket asked from his spot at the front as he looked back at Isabelle and Peter. "I've known you two for maybe two hours top and I already knew that he was an idiot."

"Hey! Watch your mouth, you stupid rodet," Peter shouted from where he was, trying to move forward to where Rocket was, but the female officer placed her hand on his chest, pushing him back in place.

"Stay in formation," She ordered, giving Peter a stern look. The officer turned her attention away from Peter and looked at Isabelle instead, giving her a small smirk.

Isabelle couldn't help the grin that made its way to her lips. "I like a woman who can take charge," She commented, causing Gamora to glance back at her. Even Rocket hooted from where he was standing, finding it funny that Isabelle had stolen the attention of the girl who Peter had been flirting with.

The five were taken inside a dimly lit spacious room. A large glass wall showed the processing station where they would all have to go through. Five officers sat at the control panel, typing away while one stood, watching everyone work. Gamora was sent in first. She stood in the room, but everyone could still see her through the glass.

Words and images flashed across the holographic glass, letting everyone learn more about Gamora's background and her crimes. Denarian Saal chuckled. "Well, this is good. It looks like we've apprehended one of Ronan's compatriots."

Corpsman Dey nodded, reading over Gamora's information. "Gamora, surgically modified and trained as a living weapon. The adopted daughter of the Mad Titan, Thanos. Recently, Thanos lend her and her sister, Nebula, out to Ronan, which leads us to believe that Thanos and Ronan are working together."

Gamora seemed slightly ticked off at the information that was presented of her. Her eyes flickered toward the group before they met Isabelle's. The blonde gave her a small smirk and Gamora swiftly looked away, pretending that Isabelle didn't exist. She excited the processing station and Rocket was sent in next.

"Subject 89P13," Corpsman Dey introduced as information about Rocket appeared on the glass. "Calls itself 'Rocket.' The result of illegal genetic and cybernetic experiments on a lower life form."

"Who you calling 'lower life form,' you asshat?" Rocket shouted, slamming his tiny fist on glass. Isabelle let out a small chuckle as she watched something as small and cute as Rocket be so aggressive.

Groot was next. He was almost too big to fit inside and was forced to bend down to fit. Groot looked closely at the glass, staring at the officers.

"What the hell is that?" Denarian Saal asked, almost shocked to see something like Groot. Isabelle was too when she had first see Groot, but she had gotten over it in the past hour or two.

"They call it 'Groot.' A humanoid plant that's been traveling recently as 89P13's personal house plant and muscle," Corpsman Dey explained and that was all they had on Groot.

Peter and Isabelle were shoved toward the processing station. The two of them were sent in together and stood side by side as paragraphs of information about them was displayed on the screen.

"Peter Jason Quill and Isabelle Meredith Quill, twins from Terra," Corpsman Dey started, watching as their IDs flashed across the screen. "They were raised from youth by a band of mercenaries called the Ravagers, led by Yondu Udonta."

"Hey, watch this," Peter whispered softly and Isabelle glanced toward him, watching him closely. Peter lifted his hand and began to wind up his hand, slowly making his middle finger lift up until he was flipping them off. A shocked gasp escaped Peter's lips. "I'm sorry. I had no idea how this machine worked."

"You're such an idiot," Isabelle muttered, rolling her eyes as Peter laughed at his own stupid joke. Corpsman Dey smiled, but Denarian Saal was not amused.

"What a bunch of a-holes," Denarian Saal said, annoyance clear in his tone. "Transport all five to the Kyln."

x x x

Isabelle had heard many things about the Kyln and none of them were good. The worst prisoners were sent to the Kyln and the thought of being surrounded by deadly people and being trapped in a cell caused her to panic. She had already been a prisoner on Ronan's ship for a while and now, she was headed back into a tiny cell to live out her days. It had been a while since Isabelle was truly free to do whatever she pleased. A part of her had begun to regret the fact that she ever tried to kill Gamora and collect the bounty on her head. She should've chosen to find someone's lost pet instead.

Money had been a issue for her. A lot of her units went to buying art supplies, weapons, and new clothing items, or she had used her units to make repairs to her ship. She missed her ship and wondered what had happened to it when she had been captured by Ronan and thrown in jail. She assumed that it had been turned into scraps, but she hoped that her baby was still out there.

For almost a decade, all Isabelle had was herself and her ship, Florence - named after one of her favorite characters on a hit TV show that she no longer remembered the name of. Florence became her only friend and Isabelle prefered to keep it that way, but that was until she decided to go after Gamora. Now, here she was, walking in line with the biggest idiots in the galaxy.

She took in a deep breath as she continued to follow everyone else through the halls of the Kyln, their new home for however long their sentences were. Groot had gotten a couple of months while Gamora and Rocket had gotten over eight years. Isabelle, herself, had gotten roughly a year and a half while Peter had gotten four years.

"At the Kyln, we have three simple rules," the guard shouted, glancing back at the gang to make sure that they were still there. "Behave, do not speak back, and you must follow the orders that a figure of authority tells you. Understand?"

"Yeah, yeah," Rocket started, taking a few steps forward. Groot stepped forward with him, staying close to him at all times. "Do you know where the bathroom is?"

"Yeah, I gotta take a whizz too," Peter added, stepping forward to join Groot and Rocket. Gamora rolled her eyes from where she was standing, completely stoic, but always examining her surroundings and the people around her.

Now, that Isabelle was thinking about it, she had to go to the bathroom as well. She looked at the guard and slightly raised her hands. "I'm with them. I gotta go too."

He stared at the three with an annoyed glare before he rolled his eyes. "No one ever listens to me," He muttered as he looked down at the device on his wrist, pressing a few buttons on it before looking back at the crowd. "Alright, females, head towards the door on the right and males, follow me."

Gamora and Isabelle were quickly joined by a female guard that led them into the female section of the changing room and cleansing rooms. Isabelle felt herself wince as she watched one of the prisoners get pressure washed with thick orange liquid. "That looks painful," Isabelle commented, glancing toward Gamora who was handed a yellow prisoner outfit before she was handed one as well.

Her eyes darted toward Isabelle, looking over her before glancing toward the cleansing area. "You will be fine," Gamora muttered, starting to strip down. She kept her gaze on Isabelle who had quickly directed her gaze away from Gamora. "The pain will only last a few seconds and then, it'll be over."

Isabelle hummed slightly, nodding her head, but still kept her gaze away from Gamora. She cleared her throat. "I wish that was reassuring."

♡

Words can not explain how much I love Isabelle Quill and I feel so bad that I have been neglecting her and her story! I've just been super stressed with school, work, and my home life that writing was put on the back burner and left to burn. However, I am feeling a lot better and I hope to start updating this story regularly again! My original plan was to end this story at GOTG Vol. 2, but after watching Infinity War (+ getting my heart ripped out by Thanos himself), I decided that I am going to take this story into Infinity War! Gamora is one of my favorite characters in the MCU and I just don't want this story to end any time soon! So, I'm going to write it for as long as I can! I hope to get it all caught up before Avengers 4 comes out, ahhhh!

+ throughout writing this chapter, I honestly imagine Isabelle having this really cute Southern accent and I am honestly in love. Especially, when she's flirting with other women. She straight up stole that woman Peter was talking to. Isabelle is honestly Miss "Steal Your Girl."

I hope you guys are enjoying the slow-forming relationship between Gamora and Isabelle! They aren't friends yet, but they will become friends first and then, eventually, lovers! Isabelle's relationship with her brother is improving too, but slowly. We have a lot of cans to open and not all of them will be pleasant!

Hope you guys enjoyed this chapter! Feedback is extremely appreciated! More chapters will be out very soon! 💕

— AMARA
PUBLISH DATE — 05.10.2018