- MATURED TRIGGER WARNING -
This chapter's flashback scene contains homophobia and sexual harrassment. It may be dark and sensitive to other readers.
" But no matter how much evil I see, I think it's important for everyone to understand that there is much more light than darkness."
―Robert Uttaro
(SEVEN MONTHS AGO: NEW YORK CITY)
The large fleet from Paris had landed on the grounds near the former One World Trade Center turned Kree slave den. The blue skinned troopers along with their reptilian counterparts had stepped out of the airship along with the captive. A Kree-Lizard hybrid was put into deep sleep and lying on the stretcher while his whole body was being tightly restrained by its Vibranium harness. Amnon-Selah was unaware of what was going on in his surroundings. The only memory he could witness was about his separation from his mother during the entire Parisian trip and abduction by his surprise captors.
Without his knowledge, he ended up in the slave den and brought to his own quarters. Amnon slowly opened his eyes and quickly moved his head to and fro, becoming agitated and fearful. He immediately sat up from his bed and eyed in his dismal room. The Kree-Lizard hybrid managed to stand up and began palpating and touching on the side of his neck. He felt a metallic object being attached to it and attempted to remove it. He never realized that he had become a slave like anyone else. Amnon slowly opened the door and eyed on the slaves coming and going. He left his room and roamed around the hallway, noticing their toiling and busying at work.
Suddenly, he accidentally bumped a middle aged brunette man who fell down along with his belongings. The slave man angrily glared and grumbled at the newcomer when the crates of food and drink scattered and splattered on the floor. Amnon-Selah felt sorry for him and began assisting his fellow slave.
" Get off me, neophyte! " he spat. " Look, what you have done, you damn klutz! Congratulations, the Kreepers and their lizard friends will feed me into the roaches! "
" Look, I was trying to help..." the Kree-Lizard hybrid replied and paused.
" Trying to help?! Really?! You're just a shadow of that horrible SCP-682! You have an intention to kill us, freak! "
Amnon widened his eyes in shock and remained dead silent as he didn't want to be labelled and compared from his abuser. The slave man violently pushed him away when Amnon got rolled away from him. He never wanted to fight back and felt terrified to confront the man.
" Heh, I didn't know this SCP-682 happened to be a coward! Stop wasting your time and get back to work, ya fool! "
One of the guards approached the hybrid and instantly dragged his tail. Amnon turned to him and moaned. The pink Kree guard brought him to the storage room full of crates and boxes.
" You lazy scum! Carry and push these boxes out of this room! The tyrant doesn't want unnecessary complaints during labour, Understand?! " he angrily yelled on the hybrid's face.
" Y-yes, s-sir..." Amnon shakingly spoke and nodded no furiously.
" Now, keep going before we will feed you in the roaches if you fail! "
Amnon had no choice but to comply with his handlers. He began to sort and carry the boxes individually out of the room. Feeling homesick and tired, he thought of how his mother and their friends had been in France. It was never his fault that he got abducted and became a slave in the first place. Amnon realized that a slave den raider like himself turned out to be one of those toiling people whom he had spared. This time, he busied himself carrying and pushing the boxes away.
" FASTER! " his pink Kree handler indignantly yelled.
Watching the Kree-SCP 682 hybrid toiling, another hulking seven feet reptilian man with golden brown scales walked over to his colleagues. He was wearing a dark jumpsuit with red trimmings on it. He had a pair of vibranium shoulder pads which served as a weapon. He was intently eyeing and smiling at the new hybrid slave. The other lizard named Dennis looked at his fellow guard and grinned.
" What brings you here, Draco? " Dennis asked.
" Just came from a very important mission, I need to report something to Kasius, " a deep gruff male voice replied and turned to the Kree-Lizard hybrid slave when he smiled. " Tell me, who is this newcomer? "
" Oh, him! " the other lizard scoffed. " That's my brother who was taken from Paris yesterday. I'm sure he will take time to adjust himself working among the slaves. "
" Of course, I've heard of the Earthian story about that marauding lizard, " Draco replied and crossed his arms, intently eyeing Amnon. " I have to check him out for myself. "
" Nothing's interesting with my so-called brother. I'll wait for the overlord's instructions on him. "
" Nothing's interesting?! Really? I find him very attractive. For now, I shall let him be. "
Amnon kept busying himself carrying loads of boxes and crates, becoming exhausted at work. The newcomer reptilian observed him along with other Kree and Lizard guards. The Kree-Lizard hybrid ignored him and continued working. Still carrying and pushing too much heavy load, Amnon felt muscular cramps and instantly fell down as the objects also fell and scattered on the ground. He moaned in excruciating pain as the Kree guards noticed him.
" YOU LAZY SCUM! DON'T JUST LYING THERE, GET BACK WORK! " his pink skinned handler angrily yelled and shot a taser gun at the hybrid.
Amnon loudly yelled in pain and felt shaking from the electrocution. The lizard trooper Draco instantly defended the Kree-Lizard hybrid and blocked the pink Kree, preventing him from shooting and shocking the new slave. Dennis rolled his eyes and became unamused to his fellow reptilian's act.
" Why are you doing this, Draco?! " the Kree guard indignantly asked. " He's not working at all! This is how we treat the slaves if they don't function properly! "
" No wonder why the Kree are acting savages towards their captives, " Draco sternly spoke and pointed his weapon at the guard. " You don't even understand that this man has become too tired. Anyway, you don't deserve to be a slave handler. "
" Why you..."
" From now on, I'll take it from here. "
" Without Lord Kasius's orders?! You..."
" I am still working for the alliance's benefit. Understand?! "
The pink skinned handler grumblingly pouted and glared at the lizard as he walked away. Dennis heavily sighed and joined the others as Draco became the new handler of the slave den. Amnon-Selah remained silent and started to pick-up the fallen objects. The other lizard helped him pick up the things. The hybrid ignored the new handler as he was done fixing his mess.
" You should have thanked me for that, you know? " the lizard smirked and suggested.
" Thank you, " Amnon-Selah remained emotionless in his response as he was uninterested in the new slave driver.
" Look, I didn't mean to intrude your thoughts, slave. Why are you so rude and dense? "
" It's none of your business. I'm here to work, not wasting my time chatting with you. If you're one of these men, you could have punished me. "
" Fine, I'll let you be, " the orange skinned reptilian grinned. " I'll keep an eye on you. The name's Draco Nephtys. What's yours? "
" Svet... whatever, " Amnon rolled his eyes in disgust and heavily sighed, walking away.
" Such a rude one, "Draco intenty smirked and thought, watching him from a distance." 682 or not, he must be a special one. Yet, I wonder what he really is. "
Several days into two months had passed, the Kree-Lizard hybrid focused his life in the slave den which he got accustomed to and adjusted as a labor slave. Amnon became uneasy in those days when he was being cornered and flirted with the same lizard handler. He spent himself covering within the crowd as he couldn't bear to see him. Of all the slaves, he was Draco Nephtys's favorite. Amnon remained hardworking and resilient among the slaves. Most of them were non-compliant and rebellious which they ended up as a roach feed. The hybrid slave has been trying to spare his life and sanity despite the harsh and brutal environment as he continued working as a cleaner and labourer.
There were times that he was being cornered by Draco. He was talking and flirting with him. Amnon grew more uncomfortable than ever when he started to realize that the handler was out of his mind. Coming closer to him, Draco intentionally held the hybrid's hands and gave him a seductive grin, everytime he was talking to him. Amnon ignored him and made such excuses to evade himself from the reptilian handler's sexual advances.
This time, it was the Kree-Lizard hybrid's evening shift when he spent cleaning and scrubbing the walls, making them clean and spotless. Suddenly, he heard a group of female slaves murmuring and eyeing at him. Amnon curiously looked at them and continued working when he heard their boisterous laughter and bowed his head in shame.
" Well, what do we have here? " a dark haired Chinese-American lady in her early twenties taunted him. " Is that the infamous SCP-682 who turned out to be our lizard boss's favorite? "
" Well, he's just a clone boy, but I think Draco has athingfor him, " a brunette slave chuckled and whispered. " Come on, they're both lizards? They're meant for each other! "
" Lucky for him, Draco can help him out of this damn friggin' hellhole! " an African-American lady interjected. " I saw him a week ago, he was touching Svet's face and cornered him on the wall! "
" They kissed each other! "
Amnon sadly sighed and heard their conversation and laughter. He recalled that day when he finished discarding the deceased slaves and captives into the roaches. The Kree-Lizard hybrid looked around as his handler was behind him. Draco Nephthys flirtingly smiled and gently whispered at him, reminding him to go to his quarters and havea special meetingwith him. Amnon refused and told him that he had some other things to do. The tall tangerine reptilian grabbed his right arm and cupped the hybrid's scaly face, passionately placing his lips. In his tremendous fear and disgust, Amnon widened his eyes and found himself stuck in the lips of another reptilian. He instantly pushed his handler into the floor and ran away when the three slave women witnessed him and the handler.
This time, he didn't want to respond to them and continued scrubbing, trying to forget that grimm encounter with his handler. Amnon didn't want anybody to hinder his work, especially the witch who terrorized him a few days ago. He wanted to get rid of those bad memories in the slave den. At the same time, he was thinking how to escape from this hellhole because he had experienced enough in two months. He wanted to reunite his mother and his friends in Rouen, but he couldn't do it. Suddenly, another younger lizard came to him. It was Dennis who was standing behind him and crossing his arms. Amnon paused scrubbing the wall and turned his attention to him.
" You have done enough,brother, " he called him. " Draco asks you to come with him to his room. "
Amnon felt annoyed and sighed, " I've told you to stop calling me'brother'.I don't even know you at all. "
" Because you are one of us, the lizards! If you dare to disobey the orders, you will be deemed as a traitor! "
" Traitor to the lizard race?! Really?! Draco has made such advances on me in months! I don't think this doesn't sound right! "
" If your SCP-682 side controls you, you could have satisfied Draco's pleasure! "
" This is really disgusting! "
" Enough complaining, just do it! "
Amnon rolled his eyes at his so-called brother in defiance and continued toiling himself in cleaning the wall. Suddenly, Dennis quickly grabbed the hybrid's tail and gave him an evil smirk. Amnon angrily frowned and tried to break free as he was being dragged away from his work.
" WHY YOU- " he indignantly paused and cried. " LET ME GO! "
" The overlord will dump you into the roaches if you don't comply! "
Upon reaching the quarters, the younger lizard guard loudly knocked on the door as it automatically opened. The tall muscular reptilian man with orange and brownish scales approached the two. Amnon was furiously grumbling and yelling which Dennis held and quickly pushed him into the room. Amnon angrily gritted his teeth and glared at the two lizard men. Dennis entered his fellow's and again pushed the hybrid onto the bed.
" WHY DID YOU EVER DO THAT TO ME?! " the Kree-Lizard hybrid loudly yelled as he fell lying on the bed. " DENNIS, YOU BASTARD! "
Dennis ignored the hybrid's rant, turned to Draco and said, " He's all yours! You can spend the night with him as Kasius has given you the reward from the slaves. "
" Thank you, Dennis, " Draco calmly smiled. "Love is loveas humans have said for centuries. "
" Whatever..."
As Dennis sighed and left the room, Amnon noticed the door got shut and thought of leaving the room. He was terrified of what he was seeing right now. Draco sat beside him on the bed and gently caressed him. The Kree-Lizard hybrid became uncomfortable as he secretly predicted from his visions before. He would end up being molested by this mad monster. Amnon-Selah rapidly moved his eyeballs and blinked in fear as he ended up sweating in tremendous fear.
" What's the matter, Svet? " Draco asked with concern and gently cupped the hybrid's face. " You seem to be afraid of me. I'd just treated you as a special one because you have been such a hardworking slave. You're the most different one among the others. "
"Treated me special?!" Amnon defiantly repeated the phrase. " Why did you corner and kiss me a few days ago? "
" Well, my fellow guards told me that you're the SCP object clone on the run for five decades on this planet. They assumed that you can be as dreadful as 682. I am very attracted to these kinds of reptilians in our race, but yet you're more than that. "
" What do you mean? "
" You're a Kree-hybrid. Oh, your blue scars and wounds can tell you. That makes you unique and more attractive than anyone else. "
" I'm already aware that I'm part Kree, " Amnon replied. " Those people from the Foundation had lied to me and wanted me dead. "
" Is it because you're a threat, my dear? " Draco darkly chuckled. " I don't even think so. I have been dealing with sinister and skirmish lizards and beings in the cosmos. Ever since I landed here on Earth along with the blue and pink skins, I got intrigued to hear of another 682. Yet, I found him. "
" Why are you so interested in me? You're acting too friendly to me! "
" I don't have any interests with females, you know? I've been in several relationships with men of our kind. Finally, I met you. After this madness, I shall bring you into our planet, not as a slave, but a husband. You deserve to be with me, Svet. "
Amnon was close-mouthed and in shock as he heard the other reptilian's words. He quickly grabbed away Draco's hands and thought of leaving. Draco tightly grabbed his hands as the Kree-Lizard hybrid angrily yelled. The other lizard pinned him down on the bed and readied himself to make Amnon surrender to his lustful desires.
" I won't let you go tonight! You're mine, forever! " Draco smirked.
" LET GO OF ME! "Amnon loudly exclaimed and felt violated.
Remembering the harsh days in the Foundation facility and being chased by the MTF and the invaders, Amnon experienced such horror in those years. His trauma had driven his sadness and extreme fear from his abusers. This time, he was stuck in the slave den and his handler. He was loudly screaming and weeping in fear when his both hands emitted a radiant spark of bluish-white photon energy. Amnon intentionally stunned his sexual predator and sent him shaking. Draco excruciating yelled in pain and got hindered of making the hybrid as his sex slave. Amnon quickly stood up and watched him suffer from electrocution. He angrily clenched his left fist and formed another photon blast, aiming at the locked metallic door. He blasted it forming a large hole and quickly ran away from his handler.
Draco's high voltage experience had ended when he heavily panted and felt slight shocks. He angrily thought and noticed the door got blasted, "Dammit! He prevented me from making love to him, but he has the same powers of that damned Kree! I'll make him pay for what he has done! "
Heading himself to the slave quarters, the other night shift slaves noticed him rushing away from his handler. Amnon's heart raced faster than ever which he had known every time he got physically abused and chased. Suddenly, he accidentally bumped into a light blonde short haired cyborg lady slave dressed in white. She was surprised to see a Kree-Lizard hybrid in extreme distress. Amnon helped her stand up from the floor. Gourai curiously tilted her head and looked at him with concern. Amnon recognized her being taken to Kasius.
" Miss, I'm so sorry..." he sadly sighed. " I didn't mean to..."
" THERE HE IS! " a male voice echoed as he turned out to be Draco, calling out Amnon to the Kree and Lizard guards. " He's the one who dragged me to bed and raped me! Beat him up and until he bleeds to death! "
" You don't understand! He's a liar! He's the one who dragged me to his bed and raped me! " Amnon sharply yelled in reply and pointed at Draco. " I'd just immediately left his room! "
" We don't believe in your claims, hybrid, " the bald blue skinned soldier sternly spoke and summoned his fellow guards, preparing to beat him up.
" N-no. No. NOOOOOOO! "
Amnon got cornered and beaten up by the guards as he was loudly wailing in pain and becoming defenseless. The other slaves watched the commotion. On the other hand, Gourai couldn't hear anything. She felt sorry and witnessed how the hybrid experienced such black and blue from the other soldiers. Just beside her, a pale skinned blonde woman with pointy ears also saw what happened. For Draco Nephthys, he made a false accusation and got what he had wanted. He was mercilessly observing his so-called lover and slave being beaten in the hands of the Kree and Lizards.
(PRESENT TIME: MTF/Rebel Forces Facility: Paris, France 6:30 PM)
" So, this had happened before you got manipulated by Kasius? " Dr. Schnee asked.
" Yes, " Amnon silently wept and lightly rubbed his face, using a tissue. " Draco watched me as I got injured. I couldn't bear that experience. That's why I asked a friend who happened to be a fellow slave. "
The resident therapist ceased writing and heavily sighed when he heard that untold story from the pink Kree. Dr. Schnee placed his notes and pen on the table and clasped his both hands. He felt sorry for him and looked at his patient with concern and empathy. He had understood that Amnon had experienced depression and PTSD from the slave den days.
" Amnon, I'm sorry for what you have witnessed. You have been through a lot of hardships ever since, " he calmly broke his silence. " Well, I believe you have seen nightmares related to your struggles. I believe the group and family therapy sessions can help you. Another thing is to do your hobbies and take breathing exercises to divert your stress. They will help you preoccupy your mind. "
" I see. So, should I continue joining every Sunday? " Amnon asked.
" Definitely, it works more effectively for you than individual sessions. For your case, I would continue my sessions with you, not just for psychotherapy and monitoring your progress, but your life coaching. "
" Life Coaching? " the Kree curiously repeated the word. " I've never heard that word before. "
" It's more like improving your symptoms, restoring your self-esteem, and teaching you some skills to deal with it, " Dr. Schnee replied, wrote a prescription, and gave it to Amnon.
" Dr. Schnee, what are these? " he asked.
" Antidepressants, " the therapist smiled and stood up from his seat. He went to the cabinet and gave him a clear bottle of pills. " Honestly, I'm concerned about my patients' intake. These might induce you to have addiction and organ failure if you take an overdose. I would recommend having them once you exhibit those symptoms. "
" What do they do? "
" How can I explain this in layman's terms? " Dr. Schnee scratched his beard and continued. " So, there are parts of your brain that make chemicals to cause such fight or flight. I believe your previous form had involvement for such undesirable scenarios. Now, in your new body, these become repetitive episodes. So, they would help you stop thinking and reacting with those flashbacks and nightmares. "
" Understandable, " Amnon nodded and looked at the clear plastic bottle of antidepressants. Then, he turned to his therapist and asked, " How long am I taking these? "
" It doesn't happen overnight, Amnon. Your recovery takes months to years or even a lifetime. " Dr. Schnee continued and reminded. " I would not recommend you to drink alcohol when you're on medication. "
" Why is that? "
" Alcohol can degrade your entire system. I take it as a slow suicide. You're on the steps in rebuilding your life. Please don't squander it. "
" My process of rebuilding my life from nothing is long term, so to speak. "
" Yes, " he nodded and sincerely smiled. " But with the help of your family and friends along with yourself, it will speed up your recovery. You have a bright future ahead. I want you to do better than in your previous life. "
" I will, Doctor. "
(FORMER ONE WORLD TRADE CENTER TOWER, NEW YORK CITY: 10:00 PM)
In the luxurious level of the slave den, Gourai Titanius served her master a tray of hot green tea and placed it on the table. She was waiting for him to take it. Kasius smiled at her and sipped on his cup of tea. The overlord Kasius had received reports from his troopers along with the lizards. Dennis was with him and waiting for a response, which he silently stood beside the door along with the lady cyborg slave.
" Thank you, Dennis, " he smirked and held his cup of tea. " I know where your traitor has been hiding. Perhaps, we can send someone to keep an eye on the Kree Eternal's Bastard. "
" Perhaps, I knew the right person in the slave den who can help us, " the lizard smirked.
" Who? "
Gourai couldn't hear the door knocking when Kasius and Dennis signalled her to do it. She nodded no furiously and opened it. Then, a sad sobbing sound was heard as what appeared to be a normal human elderly male stepped into view. He wore a sweater with a kitten on it, brown slacks,leather shoes, and walked with a cane. His silver hair was long and wild and his eyes were a creepy blue that pierced one's mind. His mouth had a distracting x shaped piece of duct tape covering it as tears flowed from his eyes. Gourai curiously tilted her head and aided the newcomer to enter her master's luxurious flat. Kasius intently eyed him.
" Who was that? " he asked, intrigued.
" This is Veelic. Your troopers found him in Chicago after that bastard left, " Dennis replied and introduced the newcomer. " Perhaps, you can talk to him. "
" Right, " the blue skinned overlord nodded and calmly spoke. " Thank you, Dennis. You may now return to your duties. "
" Yes, sir. "
As Dennis left the room, Kasius intently eyed at the newcomer and offered him a seat, " Have a seat, human. We need to talk. "
Gourai stood silently and observed the two men. She was waiting for her master's orders for the visitor. Veelic pointed to the tape on his mouth and made a few gestures with his hands in sign language. Then, he sat down.
"Not a good idea, my speech must never be heard by those conscious, " he signed speedily.
Kasius secretly read the slave's mind and asked, " I can read minds and intentions, my friend. How's your first few weeks in the slave den? Did my troopers treat you well upon your arrival here? "
"Not a total crap show, I guess. I've been in the worst places. Reality hates me, you know I'm so depressed, " he nodded and thought in response, as he began to self soothe.
" How interesting, " the Kree overlord softly chuckled and crossed his arms. " You're not the only one who has been in the worst places. There's someone who had been under my control once. I'm still asking everyone to find him, since he escaped several weeks ago. Then, there was another who tried to kill him in Bulgaria. She's my new accuser after that failure left me and returned to his senses. She failed in killing him and his lot, there. "
" Your words are harsh and mean...like the words of the makers...faceless makers...hurt...so much pain...electricity and needles... My specialty is theft and violence...shiny objects and possessions make me...less...empty...so empty...so cold. I am weak...not strong like the other three made..."
" I want you to do something more than theft. Perhaps, you can stir up someone to cause such madness. To give you a gist, that failure was once an SCP object clone from the Foundation in which he was born a Kree hybrid in a facility with the mad lizard's genes. The humans from the Foundation had been chasing him for several decades. Then, I turned him into a slave and a brainwashed accuser. Now, I want you to stir up his madness and make him dead in front of his people. "
Kasius showed two holographic images of the former Kree-SCP 682 hybrid and the blonde pink Kree man. Gourai intently looked at them and recognized that two persons have the same facial features and humanoid eyes with green irises. She couldn't hear the conversation from them, but she remembered how she met Amnon inside the slave den. The Kree overlord noticed and signalled her to remain near the doorway. Gourai sighed and had no choice, but to abide by her master's orders. Veelic looked at her, stroked his chin thoughtfully, and turned to the holographic images.
" I'm not disappointed, just shocked that I was summoned for this mission. I rely mostly on surprise. Hmmm, how do I hide my mind from such a target?! "he thought in a scared tone.
" Well, simple. Pretend you have escaped from our lair and ask someone for help. We can give you a flight to Paris and find that Kree Eternal's bastard. "
Veelic pointed to the tape on his mouth impatiently again and thought sarcastically, his tears stopping so his eyes could roll.
" Oh, yeah. I'll just ask for help. A bunch of people screaming and beating each other totally won't tip off the target. "
" Good idea, " Kasius grinned. " Then, let anyone kill that mongrel and shed his blood. Afterwards, you may come after his father and mother or whoever dares to protect him and his family. "
Veelic nodded his tears and became gushers," How sad...so very sad...a funeral...a funeral for a child...the tears of joy they wont stop...mission accepted, o glorious giver. "
" Their hopes and dreams of another Kree Eternal rising shall break anyone's hopes. Well, then. Veelic, you know what to do. "
Veelic gave a thumbs up as he put on his scarf and mittens," Mayhem, it is then..."
" Very well. Pack your belongings as my men will take you to Paris. Make sure you won't disappoint me like the others. "
" I will try my best but my track record...not great...by myself..."he sadly sighed and thought, fidgeting his hands uncomfortably.
" Do it as you can. Understood? "
"Do you want anything while I'm there, my liege: croissant, baguette, or a beret hat? "
"Hmmmm, just the young Kree Eternal's blood along with his family," Kasius seriously spoke and evilly grinned.
(Dennis the Lizard belongs toFlashlightMan)
(Last half of the chapter and plot collaboration through RP by valorithsaga as Veelic belongs to him.)