Captain Marvel: My Mother (BOOK II)

Chapter 75

" Let love be genuine. Abhor what is evil; hold fast to what is good. Love one another with brotherly affection. Outdo one another in showing honor. "

- Romans 12:9-10 (ESV)

After being pacified by his parents and the dark angel, Amnon brought his pet Flerken, Yuri and walked with him around the mansion's hallway and the stairs as the people had come and gone. Then, he saw a familiar elderly person who was talking to another mutant who was once a slave in the Marseilles Slave Den. Amnon waited for him to finish talking. Vandark looked at his younger friend as he was done talking to the other mutant. Then, he intensely gazed at the pink Kree making him feel like he was getting scanned.

" Something is bothering you isn't it? " the paranormal scientist asked. " Why don't we find a quiet place to talk? "

" Dr. Vandark, can I go to your room? " Amnon asked and carried his pet, feeling uncomfortable to talk to some people.

Vandark nodded and pulled a packet of hot chocolate out of his shirt pocket and a mug from a nearby desk. Then, he filled it with hot water from a bubbler and mixed the packet handing the mug to his younger friend. The two men headed into the stairs, going up. Amnon and his Flerken joined with him. Vandark opened the door and turned on the lights. It was partly a bedroom and a library.

" I have never seen this room changed in six months that I have been enslaved, " he commented.

" You missed a lot of things. I am sure you can catch up for the lost times, " the elderly paranormal scientist assured.

Vandark walked over to a nearby desk and opened the top drawer pulling out black chalk that gave off an evil vibe. He then began drawing a circle on the wall, " Venfer jintaru vinfinaric " (Portal, I ask of you take me home.). The circle glowed revealing a church like room.

" What's this? " he curiously asked and tilted his head.

" A place to chat about secret stuff, " the elderly man chuckled. " Welcome to Spirit Bastion."

" Right... " he nodded and found a seat as his Flerken sat beside him. " There's something I want to talk about after I spent resting for 3 days. I had a dream of going to America and talked to a deceased person who showed up and cried for help. I really don't know how I could help him. He told me he was once a slave for Kasius like I was before. He died of experimentation and couldn't remember where he was going and what happened to him. "

Vandark raised an eyebrow and queried, " Did the contact mention what kind of experimentation? "

" He didn't mention exactly, but all I knew he was a tourney slave. He just ended up confronting the overlord, " Amnon answered with concern and gently rubbed Yuri's tangerine fur. " I really need to speak to that slave, please. Perhaps, he has more something to say before he crosses over. "

" A contact from beyond, huh? " Vandark mused as a hand landed on Amnon's left shoulder making him jump.

" My ears are burning, " said an Asian accent as a cloaked monk walked up out of the shadows.

Vandark smiled and introduced the newcomer to his younger Kree friend," Just who I was looking for. Amnon meet Hear Evil, a monk and seer into the great beyond. He can help you more than I. "

" Oh, right. It's nice to meet you. By the way, I don't have powers yet, but why I was able to see ghosts? " the pink Kree man asked.

Vandark answered and smiled, " Anyone can see ghosts if they try. Tell me have you ever seen whisper agents like Grim Reaper like figures or people no one else seems to be able to see? "