A New Light
Peter had no idea yet, but he was half celestial. No one told him who his father was, but everyone else knew. His father was a celestial, a god named Ego. His name explains it all.
Some days Peter could do things he couldn’t understand. When he gets angry and his fists clench, he could feel a slight shaking in his hands. Like electricity flowing through his skin. He never told anyone that, of course, but sometimes he wonders if Yondu knows. For some reason, Peter felt like his kidnapper had mind reading powers.
Peter shivered. The ship was cold, too cold for a twelve-year-old boy. He pulled the blankets around him closer and rolled himself into a ball in his nest.
All I have is myself, he thought.
He’s been on the ship since he was eight, right after his mother died from the brain tumor. She said his daddy was going to come get him, but this blue guy didn’t look like his daddy. If he was, why wasn’t Peter’s skin blue too? Or did he just get his skin color from his mom?
He sighed. He didn’t know. If Yondu was his dad, he sure didn’t act like one. Yondu wasn’t the kindest. He often yelled at Peter, criticized his work, made him do hard work around the ship, and would not let him go outside the ship unless it was to steal things, because apparently “he was small enough to fit through things” or whatever the hell the hillbilly smurf said.
Peter scowled. He hated being used. If Yondu wasn’t his dad and was just his taxi driver, he wished he would just take him to him already. Why waste time? He knew he was just a burden on him, besides being a useful asset. He could always find another way to steal.
Closing his eyes, Peter breathed deeply. Sometimes he wished Yondu would keep his word and just eat him already… At least he would be dead then….
A loud banging sound woke Peter. Ryes flying open, he shot up in his nest, alarmed.
“Wake up, boy. Ye got work ye need to do!” came Yondu’s gruff voice.
He groaned. He barely got any sleep.
“And hurry up. We got a mission we need ye to do after ye get done with yer chores.”
Rolling his eyes, Peter climbed out of his nest and dressed. He was getting tired of being Yonu’s slave, but he dared not disobey him. He might feed him to his crew, and they were a scary-looking bunch.
“Mornin’ boy. Here’s ye breakfast,"Yondu said as Peter shuffled into view.
A bowl of what looked like dog vomit sat on the table.
"What is that.” Peter grimaced at the bowl.
“Yer food. Eat up.” Yondu pushed the bowl closer to Peter.
Peter turned his nose. “It looks like something died,"he complained.
"It did. It’s fresh. Hurry up before it gets cold and rots,"Yondu said.
Gross, Peter thought. He sat down and stared at it before lifting the spooncto his mouth for a taste.
Gagging, he pushed it away. "That tastes like garbage. Why don’t you ever buy some Terran food?"he demanded.
Yondu glared at him. "This ain’t a Terran ship, Quill. We got Ravager food here. If ye can’t handle Ravager food, ye can’t be a Ravager.”
Peter swallowed. Great.
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