Amnon Montmartre (Amnon-Selah) got abducted and enslaved by the Kree-Lizard forces while his mother Carol Danvers-Montmartre had to find a way in reuniting with him.
Note: This fanfic is based from the rp which my friends made over a year ago with...
" One of the advantages of being disorganized is that one is always having surprising discoveries. "
― A.A. Milne
The angel of darkness kept reading some of Amnon's stories from fifty years ago which she became focusedly engrossed to learn. She had no memories of the past after being conditioned by the Foundation's high officials and the long cryosleep. Carol noticed her visitor's interest and curiosity as she continued translating her son's writings to English. Skoúro flipped another page and skimmed carefully about Amnon's conversation with an MTF Trooper.
The elderly half-Kree grew concerned and asked, " Did you find something? "
" Yeah, " Skoúro nodded and held the page.
" Can you read what he wrote? "
" Comme Mar-Vell me l'a dit un jour, " J'ai été condamné à mort. " Il est vrai que j'ai subi quotidiennement de nombreuses tortures de la part de SCP-682. Pour le personnel sans remords de la Fondation, ils considéraient mes misères comme un plaisir.
Avant d'avoir eu la chance de parler avec Skoúro, j'ai rencontré un autre homme qui prétendait être un dieu de la malice et déguisé en soldat de la MTF. C'était quelques minutes avant que cette horrible bête ne pénètre dans sa cellule de confinement et ne commence son chahut. "
" Care to translate that for me, please? " the dark angel asked after she finished reading.
" Of course, " Carol nodded.
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(February 6, 2018: Site 19 MTF Facility, California, United States of America: 11:30 PM)
Amnon-Selah spent lying on the floor and bleeding as usual hours after he was being experimented by the Foundation scientists and beaten by his indestructible abuser. His clothes were soiled and soaking by his azure blood. He grimaced and moaned in excruciating pain for he had undergone. There were days that Amnon had no appetite for eating and drinking. Every day, he was facing his death sentence.
Just this evening, he heard a slight knock on the window and managed to sit up, but he experienced an intense pain. From the window, he saw a dark haired Caucasian man with a set of dark emerald irises in his eyes. His appearance was around late twenties to early thirties. The man was cladded in a dark suit with kevlar armor and held his helmet using his left hand. He stood on the window and watching the Kree-Lizard hybrid sulking and weakening.
" My, what did that beast and those Midgardians do to you? " a calm male voice with an English accent asked.
" I...d-don't know, s-sir..." the hybrid boy stuttered in reply and became apprehensive. " A-Are you gonna h-hurt me again? "
" Hurt you! " the MTF trooper softly chuckled. " No! Why would I? I came here to observe you as my friend asked me for a favor. "
In his weakened state, Amnon looked puzzled and could not comprehend in what the man had said. The disguised MTF Trooper ceased laughing and sighed, looking at the tortured Kree-SCP 682 hybrid clone with concern. He scratched his chin and then cocked his eyebrows.
