" But one of the worst results of being a slave and being forced to do things is that when there is no one to force you any more you find you have almost lost the power of forcing yourself. "
- C.S. Lewis
(FOUR MONTHS LATER: FORMER WORLD TRADE CENTER, MANHATTAN, NYC, 3:00 PM)
Within the area of the slave den, the Inhuman fighters were preparing and training for the tournament match. Their trainers and slave den handlers were responsible for helping the tourney slaves to get in shape and focus to win. Waiting around for any orders from Kasius, Amnon-Selah was guarding the area. A lizard guard approached him to have a word.
" Hybrid! " he loudly called him as Amnon turned his attention to the guard. " You might consider joining the tourney, just to please the overlord. "
" What does he want? " the Kree-Lizard indignantly asked. " I'm assigned to be an accuser, not a tourney slave. "
" After all you have done your best for him, why not consider this offer and make it happen? Who knows you will have a chance to redeem yourself for the Overlord. "
The sane Amnon-Selah watched and listened at the conversation as he was still stuck inside the mental prison. He was angrily glaring at the reptilian and thinking about the Telekill metal that helped him returned his sanity for a while, but Kasius had brought him back to his brainwashed self after he failed to take down the MTF and the slaves several days ago.
" You guys sell those slaves to the highest bidder, "he angrily spoke." I knew that before you guys took me to Paris! "
" Now, what do you think about that, Hybrid? " the lizard gave him a suggestive look. " Will you take the opportunity to do this? "
" For Pama's sanity, Just say, No! "the sane Amnon cried.
" Yes..." his brainwashed self answered when his normal self heavily sighed and facepalmed.
" Good, just be ready for your first try, tonight! "
The sane Amnon moaned and ranted when he was still getting more frustrated from his condition. His controlled body was not on his own. He was trying to find a way to get his senses back. From the outside environment, the lizard guard brought him to the slave tourney area where the contenders were preparing and exercising for their next match. The Kree-Lizard hybrid prepared himself for the fight. Just then, he spent sparing and doing some drills along with his training partner.
The other slaves and the guards were murmuring and exchanging glances because they got intrigued in what they were seeing. They never expected to watch a training match between the hybrid and his handler.
" Did you see that? " the dark-skinned Inhuman asked. " I thought this guy is just a weakling who punishes him. "
" Well, that's the effect of being manipulated by the Overlord. He's not in his normal self right now, " the Latina slave replied and crossed her arms. " Let's see if he gets the highest bidders. "
" I doubt it, he might end up being with Kasius. "
Hours later, the tournament was about to start. Kasius, the other guests, and bidders had come to witness the tournament fight when they took their seats. The event had started when the referee summoned the Kree-Lizard hybrid from the other side of the arena. Amnon-Selah was holding his accuser hammer and feeling determined enough to face his opponent.
On the left side of the arena, a pale female Grimm-Mutant hybrid dressed in red sleeveless battlesuit and evilly grinned at her opponent. She has long wavy grey hair with scarlet irises on both eyes. Her sharp fingernails on her both hands could slay and puncture any opponents who dared to touch her. She was called Hitoke by the referee when the woman walked over to her opponent.
" So, you think you're that indestructible lizard. It appears that you are nothing, but a coward! I'm more indestructible than you! " she taunted and laughed at him.
The brainwashed Amnon was glaring at her when he got insulted. Still deep inside, his sane self was afraid to kill another person, even though she looked horrible as a monster.
" You called me a coward, you disgusting one..."
" Yes, go ahead and take me down! "
The Kree-Lizard hybrid took his accuser hammer and began hitting the Grimm-Mutant female. Hitoke easily dodged the attacks from her male opponent and instantly leapt above him. Amnon was surprised to see what she had done.
" You can't escape me! "
" Oh, yes I can, coward! "
" Don't you dare to call me..."
" You think you're brave enough to deal with me! " Hitoke laughed and taunted as she instantly slashed the Kree-Lizard hybrid's tail.
Kasius evilly smirked and mercilessly watched Amnon bleeding. The Kree-Lizard hybrid loudly shrieked in pain and fell down on the ground. The Grimm-Mutant hybrid kept slashing him down when the blue blood was flowing out of his body. Amnon was struggling to stand up and retaliate when he began regenerating. Hitoke glared at him and thought of transforming into her real form.
" So, you're part-Kree then?! " she indignantly asked. " You may be one of the slave drivers and accusers who took lives! "
The sane Amnon's fear had resonated into his manipulated body, witnessing the sudden transformation of Hitoke. She grew limbs and tendrils when her skin turned black. Her eyes became multiple, so she easily could spot her opponent. Her teeth were as sharp and white as the elephant's ivory tusks. Her Grimm form was ready to take down the Kree-Lizard hybrid's life for good.
" N-No! "Amnon cried inside his mind." This is a big mistake! I should have never fought her in the first place! I should never have been here at all! "
" What's the matter, Coward? You don't want to continue and win this tournament?! " she loudly laughed and taunted.
Amnon thought of running away from the arena when Hitoke's tendrils instantly grabbed him away. The Kree-Lizard hybrid couldn't break free from this tight and strong capture. Kasius and his guests were amused by this scene which they had seen. The lizard woman with a humanoid skin named Basha was one of them who got interested in purchasing Hitoke as her weapon. Amnon ended up choking and coughing from the female Grimm torturing him for his end.
Kasius instantly stood up from his seat and loudly clapped his both hands. Hitoke dropped the physically tortured hybrid and fell down on the floor. The blue-skinned referee stood up and witnessed the other hybrid who reverted to her pale humanoid self.
" And the winner is...Hitoke! " he loudly declared when the female hybrid was evilly laughing and grinning like a mad woman.
Amnon-Selah watched her victory when he was succumbing in tremendous pain. He thought of retaliating and taking her down, however he couldn't do it. Fear was still present within him, even his normal sane self couldn't handle it.
" This reminds me of how I got maltreated by SCP-682 before..."he said." Someday...I will find my way to freedom! I swear I will never suffer like this! "
" Kasius, I want her to be my weapon, " Basha said and turned to the blue overlord. " I will take her. "
" Good, she's all yours! " Kasius smiled.
A group of lizard soldiers took Hitoke away as she was still laughing. Basha stood up and gave the overlord a currency chip. Kasius grinned and received it.
" Payment received, " he said. " I'm glad this tournament slave is more profitable than taking the Telekill metal for my guards' armor after all."
" You could have consulted me for that. For now, I think we should do a joint venture for this? "
" Of course, since I need your further assistance on this one. Fighting against the resistance and making them pay for what they have done. "
" Good..." Basha smiled. " You're also ruthless like your father, Taryan. "
" Of course, it runs in the family, " the blue tyrant answered and smirked.
" By the way, what will you do with that so-called 682? "
Kasius looked intently at Amnon being dragged away from the arena grounds. He understood that the hybrid had been a pain in the ass for sometime. The blue overlord was thinking to keep him as a future accuser in Hala or a feed to his pet roaches. The Kree turned to the lizard woman and finished composing his thoughts.
" I have plans for him. I will give him chances to be a tournament slave. "
" If he fails? "
" Let's see about that, Basha. Let's see. "
Amnon-Selah returned to his cell as the guards instantly dumped him inside and locked him up. The tired and wounded Kree-Lizard hybrid was grimacing in pain. Inside his mind, he was weeping, wailing, and shaking, for he had seen enough from his early days in the Containment Cell at an MTF Facility. He fully recalled how brutal and horrible it was to experience SCP-682's terror.
This time, Amnon was experiencing the same pain and horror within the slave den where he was being influenced by Kasius. He wanted to attain freedom like he did before. Being with his mother and friends, it was the only way to feel his liberty.
" I don't want to stay here any longer! I couldn't break free from this damned prison and slave den! I can't take this anymore! I don't deserve this after all! Being abused, dragged, and pushed me down, I don't want to be here in the first place! I never dreamed of being controlled and enslaved! I just want to go home to my mother! I want to see my friends again! I really need the Kree Eternal to save me from this distress! If only I could have escaped and started to find him in the first place, I should have never been here at all! I just want to see him so badly! "
(THE NEXT DAY)
It was a usual day in the slave den when the rest of the tournament slaves gathered and trained themselves for their next turn in the tourney. Some were doing their best to keep up with their sparring partners and handlers. Amnon was waking up from his sleep and got regenerated after he got brutally wounded and hurt in facing his previous opponent. He slowly opened his eyes and stretched his both arms along with his legs and the rotted tail.
His sane self still remained in his dark mental prison where he helplessly watched the external environment. The real Amnon-Selah was hearing and seeing people coming to his brainwashed self's cell. Anticipating any misfortunes, he was thinking of another opportunity or another Telekill metal moment in which he could control his body once again.
Just then, the pink-skinned Kree guard gave the hybrid some fresh raw meat for breakfast. The Kree-Lizard hybrid monstrously and loudly ate his meal just like SCP-682 did. The sane Amnon felt disgusted in what his body was doing and eating.
" This is really disgusting..."he cringed." I never eat that way. I don't have an appetite for this..."
The humanoid guard crossed his arms and waited for the accuser slave to finish his meal. Amnon's mouth was covered with blood and traces of meat on his face.
" The overlord wants you to continue your tourney exploits, " he reminded.
" What about my accuser duties? " the hybrid asked.
" That will be every weekend, since your shift has changed. Now, get prepared for your next opponent. Make sure you will do your best. "
" Yes, sir. "
The guard opened the door as the hybrid had gone walking to the hallway towards the tournament slave area. The rest of the contenders looked at him with scorn and insult. Some murmured and laughed at him when he ignored them.
" Is that guy who failed to defeat Hitoke the Mutant? " the earth-bending Inhuman asked.
" Yep, he is, " the long haired man with blue lips blandly nodded and crossed his arms. " No one wonders why Kasius has chosen him as his accuser or should I say push-over. "
" What made you say that? " the female bear Faunus asked.
" Well, I have heard some rumors from the Foundation keeping a Kree-682 hybrid boy in a containment cell back in California, " he said. " They thought that child was the same as the horrible beast. Some said he's believed to be the Kree Eternal's missing son. Well, I have to see that for myself. "
" What will you do if you encounter him? "
" Simple, " the blue-lipped man evilly grinned and glanced at Amnon-Selah. " I'm gonna make him suffer and bleed to death. If he thinks he's indestructible, I will prove him wrong! "
The group watched him training with another lizard slave. The blue-lipped man named Evan Rockford intently stared at the Kree-Lizard hybrid's combat skills.
" So, he's good at hand-to-hand combat, then? " the tall bald Inhuman scoffed. " What do you think, Evan? "
" I'll see about that, " Evan said and intently smiled. " Let's just see..."
Moments later, it was time for the tourney when Kasius, Basha, and the other bidders had taken their seats and anticipated the match of some Inhumans and other people. The bidders were waiting for their objects of slavery and weaponry to purchase.
On the other side of the arena, Amnon-Selah took his accuser's hammer, waiting for his contender to appear. From the right side doorway, he saw a long dark haired Hispanic man with blue-lips. He was wearing a white coat and a pair of dark pants. Evan Rockford was menacingly grinning at his opponent.
Inside the brainwashed body's mind, Amnon-Selah watched the blue-lipped man, gradually transforming into a 682 hybrid clone. Evan had sharp teeth, claws, and a spiky rotted tail. He evilly grinned at the Kree-Lizard hybrid and walked in circles.
" Well, well, well, " the shape-shifter said and crossed his arms. " What do we have here? The one who calls himself SCP-682. Let's see if that monstrosity shows up in you. "
" You are nothing, but an egoistic and disgusting fool, " the brainwashed Amnon sternly replied and held his accuser's hammer. " You will just die and rot in this place, if you lose. "
" Let's see who will experience that, putrid of Kree blood! "
" How did you know? "
" Your blue scars can tell..."
The Kree-Lizard hybrid angrily growled at the shape-shifter and began to hit him on the tail. Evan quickly evaded by leaping and then threw his spikes on his back just like the original 682 had done to Amnon before. The Kree-Lizard hybrid immediately dodged the attacks and started hitting him with the hammer.
Evan kept evading the hits from the brainwashed hybrid as the sane Amnon was shocked from what the shape-shifter was doing.
" What on Hala is he?! Has he gone reckless! "
The Kree-Lizard hybrid had hit the shape-shifter's head which Evan fell down on the ground. He thought of stomping the carbon copy down for good. Kasius looked intrigued and saw his slave preparing to take down the life of a fellow slave. Suddenly, Evan opened his eyes and gave his opponent an evil smirk. He instantly grabbed the accuser's slave's foot and tightly twisted it. Amnon loudly yelled in pain as the shape-shifter managed to stand up.
" You think you're gonna kill me, Boy?! " he remarked. " You're just a trying hard evil accuser, but you're a damn coward on the inside! "
" I'm not a coward..." the brainwashed Kree-Lizard indignantly hissed and thought of hitting him for the second time.
Evan punched Amnon's gut and kicked him down. The sane Amnon felt the same pain and remembered the same abuse done by SCP-682.
" Please stop this...I don't want to hurt you..."he loudly cried." Evan, stop this! I know you can't hear me right now! Please stop this! "
Evan continued punching and slashing the hybrid as Amnon heavily bled and fell down. The bath of blue blood splattered on the floor. Kasius was not happy with what he had seen. The blue Kree referee ceased the match and declared the shape-shifter as the winner. His highest bidder was an old female Rigelian who would take him as a slave. Amnon was curling up and moaning in pain when Evan indignantly stared at him.
" You...dared to defy me..."
" I do understand that the real 682 was extremely ruthless and skirmish, but you are nothing, but a weakling and a coward. NO VALUE AT ALL! "
" What are you talking about?! "
" You think you're indestructible like SCP-682, but you're a damn weakling Kree-Lizard hybrid after all! Huh, this would teach you a lesson, Wimp! " Evan taunted and turned to the blue Kree tyrant. " Hey Kasius, Is this who you call a champion from your turf?! He's unworthy to win after all! You assigned him as an accuser for your damn futile exploits! "
Kasius angrily glared at the two slaves and turned to Evan's bidder, " Take him out of my sight. He's just a nuisance. "
" No worries, Kasius, " the lady Rigelian smiled. " I will make him behave, since I have purchased that clown. "
" I'm glad to hear you're taking him. "
The bidder's minions took Evan away when she followed them. Amnon was being taken away by the Kree and Lizard guards when Kasius frowned in dismay.
Basha turned to him and asked, " What are your plans for that weakling accuser? "
" I have given him enough chances, I believe Evan is right. This hybrid is nothing but a weakling. "
" You believed in that fool? "
" I think he speaks the truth. "
" You must find a way to eradicate this imbecile. "
" I need to plan that because I have been seeing too many failures from that fool. I'm expecting him to be like 682. I tried to rewire his mind to be that monster, but that Telekill metal has made him return to that naive boy. "
" You need to plan for this. "
" Exactly, we will have a talk on this one. "
(Hitoke belongs toKnightfall077and Evan Rockford belongs toAzabacheSilver)