" A prudent man foresees the difficulties ahead and prepares for them; the simpleton goes blindly on and suffers the consequences. "
- Proverbs 22:3
(THE NEXT DAY: FORMER ONE WORLD TRADE CENTER, NEW YORK CITY: 10:00 AM)
Just inside the prison cell where Amnon-Selah previously dwelt, a Caucasian-Asian man in his early thirties silently sat on the ground and grimly stared at the pink and blue skinned humanoid aliens along with their reptilian counterparts. He was intensely upset in how they treated their tournament slaves. The man wanted to fight back using his powers after his terrigenesis, but Kasius had placed an inhibitor on his neck, controlling him. He could only use his semblance of speed and superstrength in the tourney. The Inhuman was being manipulated and losing, however no one from the highest bidders wanted to buy him as a weapon.
Just then, a long pigtailed blue Kree woman was dressed in black and holding two metallic balls on her right hand. Beside her, a blonde cyborg slave stood beside her and cladded in a white long sleeved gown with a light blue obi belt. Gourai Titanius remained non speaking when she couldn't hear anyone in this environment. Sinara glanced at Gourai, commanding her to open the cell. The cyborg slave nodded no furiously and placed her right index finger into the keyhole as the cell's metallic door instantly opened. Gourai approached her fellow slave, took a pair of handcuffs, and placed it into the forearms. The man indignantly glared at her and the blue Kree woman.
" Isamu Metsuboujinrai-Belitrov, Lord Kasius ordered you to see him, " Sinara sternly said.
" For what?! " Isamu sternly responded in a mixture of a strong and hard Japanese and Russian accent and rolled his eyes in great disgust. " You're about to feed me into the roaches after I lost in the tourney yesterday. Now, the damn tyrant asks me a favor?! This is ridiculous! "
" Still, the Overlord requires you to talk to him, " she commanded. " Your presence is highly important. "
" Highly important, my ass, Gozposha! Don't tell me, you guys will place me in the roaches' den and watch me die as their prey! It won't happen! "
Sinara couldn't tolerate the Japanese-Russian Inhuman's haughty retort and heavily sighed. She levitated her metallic balls of death, threatening him. Isamu noticed it and gulped in fear when Gourai instantly grabbed him. The two women were on their way to the main hallway going to the elevator. Still wearing a brave face, he didn't want any word from the narcissist Kree and his Lizard girlfriend who held the tournament fights. He knew that they would give him another warning to his death threat.
Before he was born, Isamu's family members had fled from Tokyo to Hokkaido. They were on their way to Vladivostok, Russia for their exile since the Kree and the Lizards made several casualties in their country. For several decades, Isamu spent his peaceful life as a Eurasian cossack in Siberia despite the prolonged global hardship. At the age of twenty-one, he was captured by the invaders after his entire family was killed, ended up in New York City as a slave and had his terrigenesis.
Reaching the topmost floor of the former famous skyscraper, Isamu and the two women walked in the most luxurious area. He noticed there were other female servants who were dressed in white and an odd color facial make up like Gourai's. He sadly sighed and felt sorry for them. Just in front of them, there was a pale looking Englishman who walked along with them, giving the two women a flirting smile. Isamu angrily glared at him and wanted to break his chains.
" Hello, Darlings? Got a meeting with the boss? " Deadeye Jake asked and winked his right eye.
Gourai ignored him as she had no idea what the deadman was asking. She had no sense of hearing and watched him moving his mouth. Sinara became annoyed and walked past him as the other two followed, leaving Jake in the hallway.
" Oi, don't leave me alone! You haven't answered my question! "
Reaching the Kree overlord's area, Isamu saw the scientist and Kasius conversing and became uneasy, wanting to remove his inhibitor chip on his neck and flee. Sinara and Gourai kept an eye on the Inhuman slave. They waited for the two to finish the conversation. The Kree scientist had a raven haired ponytail and a moustache. He was wearing a white turtleneck lab coat with white buttons aside from a pair of dark pants.
" Lord Kasius, do you even think you can revive Mr. X's surviving genes?! " the blue Kree scientist doubtfully asked. " That madman has no match with the Kree Eternal and his cohorts in France this week?! "
" Why do you doubt me, Al-Korr?! Mr.X as a slave is better than that Kree-682 hybrid mediocre, " Kasius shrugged and chuckled. " I sent some lizard troops to keep an eye on that brute as they successfully reported to me the death of Amnon-Selah and among others. " Then, he changed his calm and sarcastic tone into a serious one and stressed," His damned father had finished that accuser's life! Now, I want Methu-Selah and his vermin dead! Do you understand, Al-Korr?! "
Al-Korr nervously gulped and remained speechless. He didn't want to commit and comply with his master's orders which made him feel guilty to take Amnon-Selah's blood in the first place. Two weeks ago, he had extracted Mr. X's genes out of obligation. The Kree scientist heavily sighed and knew this would harm the Kree Eternal and his son for that encounter. This time, he looked intently at his master and tried to be civilized.
" Yes, my lord, " Al-Korr nodded no furiously and slightly smiled, hiding his hesitation. " I will do it. "
" Good, " Kasius gently placed his right hand to the scientist and smiled back. " I am expecting your work to show effective results. "
" By the way, my lord, where's the subject? "
Kasius turned his attention to Sinara and Gourai as they respectfully bowed at him. The two women brought the Inhuman slave, Isamu who remained in handcuffs. Isamu grimaced and instantly threw spit to the Kree Overlord's face when the blue skinned one closed his eyes and rubbed his face using a hand towel. Isamu scoffed and then loudly laughed at him. Al-Korr sighed and prepared his belongings for the subject.
" How does it feel to be treated like s#!t?! " the Japanese-Russian tourney slave asked.
" You are surely a rowdy barbarian, Isamu Belitrov, " Kasius sternly said. " I am so impressed by your very polite greeting. "
" More like a spit of death, Kasius. You have controlled my semblance without my volition. I would appreciate it if you remove this damn chip implanted on my neck. "
" This is part of your training, Isamu, " Kasius walked over to him and placed both of his hands in his coat's pockets. " I expected you to be better than that futile Kree-Lizard hybrid fool. As an Inhuman yourself, you have a potential to go into the higher ranks, but apparently you have a lot of losses from your match. It seems like your bidders didn't want to purchase you. "
" It's just because I never really cared about your prolonged child's play, " Isamu retorted. " I am sick and tired of treating me and my fellow slaves like animals! Then, you'll feed us in the roaches when we make such consecutive failures in your hard labour! "
" I won't let you experience that, Isamu, " the blue Kree tyrant calmly replied and glanced at Sinara and then to the slave. " I would like you to crossover for your instant death and second terrigenesis, but more glorified than your previous transformation. "
Isamu released a cold sweat on his face and became jittery. His eyes twitched and widened in fear that he didn't like what's going to happen. Sinara took out a pair of her levitating magnetic death balls and intently looked at him. Al-Korr felt sorry for the Inhuman as he released a small blue terrigen crystal and a syringe of an unknown compound. Gourai stood beside her master and looked at him with concern. She didn't want to see any bloodshed very soon as Kasius gave her an assuring look.
" Gourai, just observe, " he said when she nodded at him.
Sinara released her death balls from her right hand. They hovered and roamed around the Inhuman. Isamu attempted to use his powers in breaking his handcuffs for his freedom and safety, but the first floating metallic ball had hit him hard onto his gut. Then, the other had repetitively knocked him on the head, leaving him heavily bleeding. Isamu finally breathed and fell into his pool of crimson blood. Gourai widened her eyes in shock and remembered that day how Amnon was terribly beaten. She looked at Kasius and Sinara and remained close mouthed. The blue skinned female took her balls of fate and turned to her master and the scientist. Al-Korr gulped and nodded, seeing his fellow's grim stares. He carefully walked over to the deceased Inhuman and knelt down, taking his syringe and placing it onto the left bicep. He pushed it and released the unknown compound into the body. Finally, he removed the syringe and took the azure crystal.
" Please, stand back, " Al-Korr reminded.
Kasius glanced at Gourai and summoned her to step back as she followed. Sinara understood it and also stepped away from the deceased. The three watched Al-Korr throwing the object on the floor. The crystal instantly shattered from delicate pieces into fragments, forming dust and mist around the corpse. It cocooned and grew into a large pile of solid rocks. They watched the revival and transformation of this poor slave which it took several seconds into an hour. Finally, the rocks slowly began to break and shed off from the body, releasing an excessively tall and hulking male creature. His body revealed rotting flesh. He had claw-like hands on his both upper limbs aside from his tentacles on his right hand. His face was partly covered with body tissues and revealed sharp teeth in his mouth. The being was no longer Isamu Belitrov who was full of angst and rage against the invaders, but a mindless freak of nature ready to take any prey. Kasius was intently smirking and glancing at his companions which he was satisfied with the experiment.
" See? " the blue Kree tyrant raised his right hand in interjection. " Hala knows we can bring Mr. X back to life. "
" R-right, t-this is Project N-Nemesis, my lord..." Al-Korr forcefully smiled and nodded, but he never wanted to see the abomination.
Kasius glanced at Gourai and Sinara, commanding them to leave the premises. They instantly left when the mutated Inhuman grunted and loudly growled. Al-Korr couldn't speak and continued watching. The male being glared at the two Kree men.
" You are a good piece of work, " the tyrant commented and intently looked at him. " That barbaric imbecile is already dead as you are born, Nemesis. "
The monstrous Inhuman hissed and kept listening to the blue Kree, anticipating another instruction. Kasius projected two holographic images of Methu-Selah and his son. The creature furiously growled and attempted to pin down the flashing images. Al-Korr anxiously rushed to the subject, but Kasius hindered and signalled him to halt.
" They're not real, Nemesis, " he calmly said. " They are just projections of your prey. His father is a traitor of the Kree Empire, stirring lies from his predictions and rebellion. Then, his damned son was a former slave and accuser of mine. I want his father dead since his long-lost hybrid child is no longer existent! "
" Child is dead, but father must be exterminated, " the being grunted. " I must eat the child's flesh first. Then, take his father down. Where are they? "
" My troops have told me they have been located somewhere in Paris, France. Now, I am sensing they might be migrating somewhere else. "
" Migration will take time. I need to take the father down quickly. "
" I understand that, but you can't rush yourself to track down that opponent. "
Nemesis grunted and glared at Kasius as he wanted to get the job done. Al-Korr had heard the news from Dennis the Reptilian a few minutes ago and thought of disclosing to his master.
" My lord, " the scientist nervously broke his silence. " I was mistaken! Amnon-Selah was revived by his own father and the two females! "
Kasius grew maddened and clenched his both fists. He never expected that his little thorn in the flesh returned to life. Nemesis loudly growled while he was about to crush the floor. Al-Korr was shaking in fear because he didn't know what to do. The blue Kree tyrant stared at the monstrous Inhuman and waited for him to stop.
" Names?! " Nemesis heatedly asked.
" Methu-Selah and his son Amnon-Selah kill them for all I care, "he answered.
"Indeed, they must DIE!"
(DREAM SEQUENCE: WASHINGTON DC, UNITED STATES OF AMERICA)
On the gloomy evening, the pre-winter breeze roamed around the streets of the American national capital when the remaining members of the Rebel Forces and Mobile Task Force troopers patrolled on the streets for any ambush or casualties done by the invaders. Amnon took out his flashlight from Dr. Vandark several years ago and a pistol loaded with bullets. He drank his prescribed medications for PTSD and depression following a gulp of water and wore his thick raven leather jacket and his pair of blue gloves, readying himself for his search and assault mission.
Leaving the armored vehicle, an MTF Trooper approached him and asked, " You're all set to go, Amnon. Your old man will be catching up with you later. "
" Heh, I know what you mean, Bud, " the pink Kree chuckled. " He needs some sweet moments with my mother. "
" At times like this? He's badly needed here. You'd better remind him once you see him. "
" Right. "
Amnon walked away from his position where he was heading into a partially dismantled and abandoned government building on the streets. He turned around, sadly sighed, and thought," This place used to be full of humans working here in the past. It looks like those bad folks have made this mess. I hope I could find survivors or slave den escapees here. "
Entering the building's large envelope of void, the pink Kree pressed the button's flashlight when a bright bluish white ray of light broke the darkness. Amnon continued walking and pointed his torch to see where he was going. Then, he heard some little chattering of mice which were running around and saw some cobwebs scattering around the walls and ceilings. There were cats gathered around and some insects flying and crawling within the premises. Amnon ended up in the lobby area where there were furniture and fixtures standing in front of him. He closely inspected them and opened the cabinet file.
" CIA Classified files and cases 1950-1980. S.H.I.E.L.D. files circa 1990-1991. Division 6 file circa 2009-2017. " Amnon read aloud, picked each one of them, and asked himself." Wait, did they keep old Foundation Files before this invasion happened? If only I had super strength to carry this file cabinet and study those one by one.Wait, perhaps, I can ask Old Methu-Selah for help! Right! "
He temporarily walked away from the file cabinet, thought of returning to take them later, and continued holding his pistol and flashlight. Amnon carefully tracked his steps, making sure he would never cause an accident to himself. Just from a distance, he heard footsteps and pointed the torch across him. The young pink Kree nervously gulped , restlessly moved his head around, and became frightened for which he believed one of his enemies was following him. He checked his bullets from his pistol. They were full as he readied himself to engage for any attacks.
" Hello, Is anyone there?! " Amnon raised his voice. " Hello?! "
A sorrowful male voice echoed in the place as he spoke into two languages. Amnon heard a familiar European language which he could understand. The other language seemed to be off to his ears when he cocked his eyebrows and tilted his head.
" Izvinite, ya ne ponimayu vash drugoy yazyk. Vy govorite po-russki, poetomu ya budu zadavat' vam voprosy? (I'm sorry I can't understand your other language. Can you speak in Russian so I will ask you questions?) "the pink Kree asked.
" Ty menya slyshal? (Did you hear me?) "the man curiously responded.
" Da, ty mozhesh' raskryt'sya iz temnoty, chtoby ya tebya uvidel. Pozhaluysta? (Yes, can you reveal yourself from the darkness, so I can see you. Please?) "
The voice from the darkness followed the Kree's request and revealed himself to be a brunette man with a combination of Caucasian and East Asian facial features. He was of medium height and pale skinned, but his clothes were soiled with dirt and blood. His head was profusely bleeding and pouring on his face into his shoulders and arms. Amnon widened his eyes in shock to see the man and reminded him of his previous self as a physically tortured and enslaved Kree-Lizard hybrid. He was in mixed emotions of fear and mercy and noticing the man was still wearing the metallic handcuffs. The brunette was silently weeping as he seemed to beg for mercy.
" Chto oni s toboy sdelali?! (What have they done to you?!) "Amnon hid his pistol and asked with concern.
"Kak i vse ostal'nyye, menya skhvatili iz sem'i i porabotili. YA provel gody v etoy adskoy dyre. (Like anyone else, I was captured from my family and enslaved. I spent years in that hellhole.) "the brunette man answered.
" V N'yu-Yorke? (In New York?) "
" Shest' mesyatsev v n'yu-yorkskom logove rabov. Iznachal'no ya provel odinnadtsat' let v peterburgskom logove v kachestve rabochego. Menya pereveli v Ameriku dlya moyego pervogo turnira po terrigenezisu i rabstvu, kogda eti proklyatyye duraki obnaruzhili vo mne Nelyud'. (Six months in the New York Slave den. Originally, I spent eleven years in St. Petersburg den as a labor slave. I got transferred to America for my first terrigenesis and slave tourney when those damned fools discovered me as an Inhuman.) "the Inhuman answered and rubbed his eyes by bringing his left forearm on his face." YA umer ot etoy goluboy zhenshchiny s yeye metallicheskimi sharami smerti. (I died by that blue woman with her metallic balls of death.) "
" Sinara..." Amnon recognized the person being talked about, remained silent, and set aside his fear in talking to a deceased person." Ty chto-nibud' pomnil posle smerti? (Did you remember anything after you died?) "
" I da i net. (Yes and No.) "the brunette man seriously replied." YA zakryl glaza i ostavil svoy ustavshiy snaryad, togda ya ne znal, kuda imenno napravlyayus'. YA bezdumno brodil vezde. (I closed my eyes and left my tired shell, then I didn't know where I was exactly going. I mindlessly wandered everywhere.) "
Amnon sadly sighed upon hearing the deceased man's answer and held his flashlight. The blonde pink Kree understood those hardships which the man had encountered. The brunette man showed him the handcuffs on both his hands and knelt down, bitterly weeping and becoming desperate.
" Pozhaluysta, pomiluy menya! YA zhil i umer bez dostoinstva i svobody! (Please have mercy on me! I lived and died without dignity and freedom!) "he cried." YA deystvitel'no ne znayu, chto mne teper' delat'! (I really don't know what to do now!) "
Amnon also knelt down, levelling himself to the lost soul's position. He placed his left hand to the distressed and deceased Inhuman's shoulders and felt the coldness from him. Letting go of the fear, he understood what the man had said and thought of introducing himself.
" Kakoye u tebya imya? (What's your name?) "
" B-Belitrov, Isamu Metsuboujinrai, " the deceased man shakily answered." Chto tvoye? (What's yours?) "
" Amnon Joseph Montmartre. Rad vstreche s vami. ( Pleased to meet you.) "he offered a handshake to Isamu and noticed him still crying." Isamu? Zdes' chto-to ne tak? (Isamu? Is there something wrong?)"
"Amnon, pozhaluysta, pomogi mne! YA uzhe mertv! Mne ne s kem pogovorit'! YA tak chertovski sbit s tolku i rasstroyen! YA pravda ne znayu, chto so mnoy budet! (Amnon, please help me! I am already dead! I have no one to talk to! I am so damned confused and frustrated! I really don't know what will happen to me!) "Isamu loudly wept and humbly begged, bowing and placing his face on the ground." Pozhaluysta, pomogite mne, Amnon! (Please help me, Amnon!) "
" Mne ochen' zhal', chto eto sluchilos' s toboy. Kogda-to ya byl rabom, kak i ty, posle togo, kak my s mamoy razluchilis'. My oba ispytali uzhas ottuda. (I'm sorry that this happened to you. I was once a slave like you after my mother and I got seperated. We both experienced the terrors from there.) "he sighed and gently patted Isamu's back." Yesli by ty byl yeshche zhiv, ya mog by pomoch' tebe nayti novyy dom i poprosit' odnogo iz moikh druzey prismotret' za toboy. Ne znayu, smogu li...(If you were still alive, I could have helped you to find you a new home and asked one of my friends to look after you. I don't know if I can...) "
Amnon paused for a while and heard an explosion from a distance, instantly grabbed Isamu's cold back and helped him to stand up. The two men quickly rushed out of the building and saw some deceased MTF troopers and Rebel Forces lying on the ground. Amnon saw his father from a distance who was fighting against a tall abomination. Isamu became more disoriented than ever as he couldn't grasp the situation. Closely looking at the two fighters, the excessively tall monstrous being instantly pinned down the Kree Eternal, left him excessively bleeding, threw his body, and sent him crashing on the streets near the abandoned White House.
The pink Kree along with his newfound spirit friend had rushed to the lifeless Kree Eternal lying on the ground. Amnon's eyes became watery and instantly placed his father in his arms. He bitterly wept and loudly wailed as his tears dropped onto his deceased parent's face. Isamu watched the pink Kree and felt sorry for him, seeing him mourn.
(THE NEXT DAY: ROUEN, FRANCE, 3:12 PM)
Amnon instantly woke up from a dream and sat up on his bed. He touched his face and never expected he was weeping in his sleep. The Kree gently wiped his face and rubbed his eyes with his blanket. Then, he looked at his chest and arms wrapped around with bandages and then turned to his left as he was surprised to see a raven haired angel with charcoal colored wings, sitting on the chair at his bedside. Amnon felt embarrassed that he was half-naked and bandaged, holding his blanket and covering himself.
" Skóuro, please don't look at me this way! " he loudly exclaimed and became very hesitant. " I'm not yet dressed to see you again. Look, you can't be here! You should have stayed with my mom and Old Methu-Selah! If Kai were here right now, he's gonna kill you for sure! Please, just leave this room until I get my clothes! "
The Dark Angel softly chuckled at him, covered her mouth, and replied, " Amnon, don't be so silly! They asked me to look after you while they're busy with the other people downstairs! Besides, it's Carol and Old Methu who wrapped you with those, not me! "
" Did they? "
" Of course, " she nodded.
" Right..." he nodded back to her and asked. " How long have I been sleeping? "
" It's been three days since you got revived, " Skóuro answered.
" What happened to the Kree-Lizard hybrid kid? Is he okay? "
" He's safely living with us now when a French-speaking childless couple decided to adopt him. "
Amnon sighed in relief and smiled, " Thank goodness, that kid has found his new family. I hope he can pull through. "
" Right, " she nodded and then sighed. " Amnon, I'm really sorry that I put you in that situation. We were worried that you ran away from home and dealt with our enemies by yourself. Then, you were in trouble and died. If only I could make up for you from those prolonged hardships and losses, but I'm trying to make sense and give back what you truly deserve. "
Amnon remained silent and heard the Dark Angel as he sadly bowed his head. She looked at him with concern and firmly held both of his hands.
" Look, I know you wanted to meet your real father so badly, " she calmly continued. " He's not yet dead. He's here with us and watching you. When you left on your own, he was extremely worried and tried his best to bring you home. I'm glad he saved you along with me, your mother, and some friends. Amnon, please don't be so reckless! We don't want to lose you! You made your father so upset and sad! "
Skóuro wept as Amnon heard her plea and also felt sorry for her. He sighed, gently placed his arms around her, and wiped her tears on her face using his blanket's tip.
" I'm the one who should say sorry... " he calmly broke his silence. " I thought I could find him in that way, but I ended up getting into a skirmish. I should have asked anyone about where he is. It's all my fault that I was so intensely angry at you. It's just that everyone tells me I look and sound like him, but I really don't know who and where is. I really wanted to meet him, but when? I'm really so desperate, Skóuro. I wish I met him before this prolonged mess began. "
The dark angel stopped crying and hugged back the pink Kree upon hearing him. This time, she was feeling contemplated to tell him the truth. Amnon noticed her long silence and gave her a curious look.
" Skóuro, what's wrong? " he called her attention.
" Oh, nothing..." she replied, pacified herself, and curiously asked. " Amnon, if you meet him right now, how would you feel? What will you do? "
" Well..." Amnon paused, parted his arms away from her, thought deeply for a while, and sincerely replied. " I think I will have mixed emotions about meeting him. "
" What do you mean? "
" Honestly, I may feel upset at first for not seeing me, " he continued. " I don't think this would bring good to lash out at him. I regretted my stupid and reckless act from three days ago. "
" So, what are you going to do and say? "
" If he's here and listening right now, I could ask him a lot of questions, like how he spent his early years? What were his favorite things? Did he travel to a lot of places or remain in his home world? What were his greatest achievements and failures in life? How did he handle such difficulty? Who were his family members and their history? How many books did he read? Did he have a girlfriend before like I had? How did he get his superpowers? " Amnon answered and scratched his chin. " There are so many questions that I will raise. I won't stop asking until I learn a handful from him. "
" That seems a ton, " she commented.
" The most important question that I can ask him is why does he love me as his son despite the fact that we were separated in the beginning ? How is he able to find me and watch over me throughout those years without meeting me in person? "
" I guess you have to wait for him to answer those, " Skóuro replied and gently held the pink Kree's hands. " What will you say to him if he's here with you and listening? "
Amnon composed his thoughts while looking at the blue and cloudy skies and leafless tree. He was collecting his words to express and taking him much time. Skóuro waited for him to respond.
" Well, I don't know what to say, " Amnon broke his silence and turned to the dark angel.
" Go on, Amnon. You can do it. Don't pressure yourself. Take your time. "
" Wait! " he instantly snapped his fingers and asked. " How should I call him? Father? Papa? Dad? "
" As much as you are comfortable addressing him, that's fine, " she sincerely smiled. " I'll pretend to be your real father and listen, then I will say the same words to him. "
" Are you gonna write them down just to remember them? "
" No, it's fine, as long as I can remember, Amnon. "
" Okay, " Amnon nodded, readied himself, and cleared his throat, looking at Skóuro. " Hi, Dad. It's been a very long while since I met you in person. You know, I was so mad at you for not seeing each other nor crossing our paths in several decades. I could have cursed and despised you, but you have your own reasons. I guess that's not the right way to do it once I learned that you're my real father. Every time I met a lot of people before, they told me that I was far off from that indestructible lizard and mentioned I took more of your genes than his, especially that blue blood we both carry. Until now, they're still telling me the same comment. Dad, I have tons of questions to ask you and so many stories to tell you. I wish we have the most time to spend sharing with each other and learning more from you. Maybe when this invasion is over, mom and I will be living in peace. I hope you can join us for sure and catch up from the lost times. Honestly, I've been longing to search and meet you. I'm so sorry that I made so many mistakes and cost my life in the past, but I promise to keep up with you. I don't wanna be a failure and mistake to you. I hope you understand.Dad, I badly missed you, I wish we had crossed paths before. I just want to know that I love you so much. I hope you're listening to me right now. I am really looking forward to meeting each other when this mess is over."
Amnon silently wept and sniffed as he ended. Skóuro sincerely smiled, hugged him again, and said, " He truly understands and still loves you, Amnon. "
" Promise me to tell them to him, when you see him? "
" Yes, I will, " she determinedly replied. " I know he will be happy to hear those. "
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door as Skouro parted her arms from the pink Kree. Amnon quickly wiped his face using his blanket and thought of standing up.
" Skòuro, I'll get it! " he called her attention.
" No, Amnon! You're not yet dressed! Just stay in bed, " she ordered and stood up from her seat. Then, she instantly opened the door and saw Carol and Methu-Selah standing and waiting from the doorway.
" Thank you for looking after him, " the Kree Eternal smiled and held his son's new set of clothes. " Carol and I were assisting Dr. Vandark and the others in the mansion. "
" The ARC troops brought our stuff from Paris and some food for the residents here, " Carol added and brought food for her son. " Glad that you guys helped us in times of need. "
" Oh, no worries, Old Methie, Carol. We're still assisting you until this long-term terrible fiasco ends, " Skóuro smiled back at them and turned to Amnon. " Good news, he's awake after three days. "
Amnon saw his parents and waved his hands at them in greeting. The Kree Eternal and his girlfriend rushed towards him and gave him a tight group hug as the younger one was pleased and hugged them back. Skóuro sighed in relief and smiled at them while watching. She had to keep her promise to Amnon and thought of when would be the right time to say them to Methu-Selah.
" Master! Mom! It's great to see you! " he joyfully beamed.
" Son, we have been so worried that you slept in three days after you lost yourself, " Methu-Selah replied and gently kissed his son's forehead. " Carol, Skóuro, and I took our turns and times to check on you. We are all waiting for you to recover. "
" I must have been so tired after that solo-exploit I made! " Amnon chuckled. " Anyways, thanks for looking after me. "
" Kid, we are a family, " Carol reminded and also pecked her son's cheeks. " We always care and look for each other. "
" Yeah, you're right, Mom. Perhaps, my real father is aware of it too, wherever he is. "
Carol glanced at Methu-Selah as the Kree Eternal secretly winked at her. Then, she looked at Amnon and jokingly replied, " Maybe, he is cosmically aware for sure! Just don't repeat that anti-hero exploit, again? Okay, we don't wanna hear that you blast your head off for the second time or else you will be grounded! "
" Mom! " he whined like a child and shrugged. " It's just I wanted to find where my dad is?! "
" We are really serious, Amnon Joseph Danvers-Montmartre! No more lame excuses from you! " his parents stressed in unison as Skòuro laughed at him.
" See? " the Dark Angel grinned and chuckled.
Amnon exasperatedly sighed and replied, " Fine, I am really grounded. You can confiscate my weapons and relieve me from frontline duty. At least, I'll follow your orders. "
" We might be migrating to America this week. It's up to us to change your duty and workload, " Skóuro reminded and raised her left hand in interjection.
" America? " the pink Kree curiously repeated the country's name.
" Son, I predicted it on those days that you have been sleeping, " the Kree Eternal said. " Is there something wrong? "
The pink Kree widened his eyes in shock and remembered that nightmare where he was in Washington DC. He encountered a deceased Inhuman from the abandoned building and saw his father and the others were brutally murdered by an unknown indestructible creature. He clutched his blanket using his both hands and heavily and rapidly breathed. Skóuro became concerned of what's going on with him.
" Amnon! " Carol called her son's attention, held his arms, and shook his body. " Snap out of it! SCP-682 or any of the bad guys will hurt you! "
" Son, we're here, " Methu-Selah calmly spoke and gently placed his right hand on the younger Kree's back. " You're safe with us. No one's going to harm you. "
" Mom, Master! I need to save someone..." he rasped and loudly raised his voice. " I really need to save someone! They're all gonna die! "
" From who? " his mother asked.
" A monster from my dream! I saw a dead person crying for help! "
" Wait, what?! " Skóuro became intrigued and reasoned. " Amnon, you can't help a dead person. That's impossible! "
" He saw a lost soul from his dream, " Methu-Selah replied to her, turned to his son, and asked. " Amnon, can you tell me who and why he appeared to you? "
" His name was Isamu Belitrov. He's a former slave under Kasius and he's lost just like me! He told me that he died because of them, " Amnon replied. " He was crying for help! "
" A slave? " Skóuro asked. " I don't understand. How can it be possible? "
" This is something that we can't explain, " Carol replied to the dark angel. " Amnon can only interpret his dream. "
" Isamu and I saw a lot of people die in America, " the pink Kree added, looked at Methu-Selah, and warned." I don't want you to die, master in that madman's hands! Please don't leave us! "
(Plot idea from the first part byKnightfall077)
(Skoúro Valour belongs toFlashlightMan)
(Deadeye Jake belongs to valorithsaga)