Captain Marvel: My Mother (BOOK II)

Chapter 13

" Sentimental outbreaks are like liquorice; when first you suck it, it's not bad, but afterwards it leaves a very nasty taste in the mouth."

― Ivan Turgenev, Diary of a Superfluous Man

(ROUEN, FRANCE: 2:50 PM)

Skóuro remained silent and heard the elderly Kree-Human hybrid's harsh words. She didn't want to violently retaliate her for she had sensed an intense bright aura from Carol. For the angel, she could have the same soul as the old lady, but with a tinge of void energy. She heavily sighed and thought of leaving the property, but she had to convince and explain to the elder as she could.

" Carol, I know you're so upset right now, " Skòuro calmly broke her silence. " I really apologise for what happened to your son, but I have a hard time recalling the past. "

" Stop making some damn excuses! " the elderly blonde angrily heated as she was about to ignite that binary energy from her light soul.

Skoúro widened her eyes in shock to see her raging demeanor and instantly touched her both hands, subduing the old woman from flaring up. Carol was surprised when a being with another Light Soul helped her calm down. The dark angel was able to de-escalate her when she sighed.

" For Hala's sakes, why are you doing this?! " Carol asked.

" Carol, I didn't mean to hurt you. I'm here to talk about your son. I can't remember anything from fifty years ago, " she explained. " I was put into deep sleep as the Foundation made me this way. My friend mentioned me to you when I discovered you have taken care of him in two years. It's you who knows him the best. Please let me know more about you and him. "

Carol parted away from the dark angel's hands and tightly crossed her arms. She was emotionlessly looking at the charcoal haired visitor and exasperatedly sighing. Skoúro waited for her response and curiously glanced at her.

" Come with me, inside the house, " the old lady sternly spoke. " In Amnon's room. We are going to talk of important and pertinent things. "

" Thank you, Carol, " the dark angel sincerely smiled and followed her entering the mansion.

Inside the mansion, there were people from mixed races who happened to be escapees, survivors, and members of the Rebel Forces. Some of them were children chasing around the hallway. Some were adults and elderly people who were chatting and intently looking at the raven winged guest. Skoúro managed to smile at them, hiding her uneasiness. Then, she noticed there were 19th to 20th Century furnitures, paintings, and objects around the house and wondered where they did come from. Some had covered in white blanket and some had worn out and dusted through time. Skóuro wanted to ask Elder Danvers everything, but she seemed to be overconscious and understood of her negative emotions towards the Foundation.

They reached the stairs and headed onto the second floor. Skoúro looked at Carol with concern and deeply thought of her stern behavior. She wished to talk to her more, but the elderly Kree-hybrid didn' t want to communicate with her. Carol walked over to Amnon's room and twisted the door knob as the door opened. The dark angel was in awe as she never realized that the Kree-Lizard hybrid's room was spacious and peaceful. She looked at the neatly folded bed and desk across where his reading materials and journals were found. Skoúro noticed some 20th and 21st century books and magazines were written in French, Russian, and English. They had various topics like astronomy, world history and current events, other sciences, math, machinery, arts, lifestyle and leisure, cooking and baking, and fiction. She took out another French magazine which it featured Steve Rogers or Captain America on the front cover and began browsing the pages. Then, she curiously glanced at the old phonograph and some vinyl records which they were placed on a long table near his study desk.