Twisted Fate - Twisted Metal / SCP Crossover

Week 2 - Monday

The now empty ship reeked of death. Not a single soul survived Able's wrathful slaughter. Able was cold, unfeeling. A living example of why the foundation keeps SCPs like him from the outside world. He stood on the bow and looked out at the sea. It would only be a matter of time before the ship would either reach shore or be noticed. He had hoped for the former yet.. The latter was equally as tempting. However if he planned on getting to land and finally acquiring revenge on the Foundation he needed to wait.

A black raven who's texture resembled that of ash perched itself on Able's shoulder. It preened it's feathers with it's beak before letting out a somber caw. Able lightly stroked the bird with his fingers, gently yet firm. For judgement day was at hand, and he was ready to bring punishment apon the world and make them repent for their crimes. One soul at a time.

Able walked along the deck. His hand rested on the guardrail as he looked out at the sea. It reminded him of his youth. Of which was many centuries ago. Able suddenly was struck with a flash back.

4500 BC - Sumer

"Father. How is Mother feeling?"

Young Able was in a small fishing boat with his father. Able had the same white clothing albeit without the red markings nor scars. He was innocent and untouched by the tainting hand of rage.

His father was a fisherman, old and worn yet still full of life and vigor. His sun baked skin was brown and wrinkled but despite his outwardly aging appearance his colorful emerald eyes seemed to glimmer with life under the sun.

"She's getting better Able, but the famine has taken a toll on her. The sickness didn't help either but your mother was always strong. Just like you. I'm sure she'll make it."

The Father held a primitive fishing rod which was contrasted with a otherwise fine twine for the fishing line. On the boat laid a few cages for containing any crabs and a few sacks for holding the fish.

"If you say so Father. I hope we can catch something big today. Cook something that will ease her fever. You know?"

Able looked down into the rivers clear blue water. The sun shined through the water which would shimmer off of the scales of the fishes below. It was pretty and vibrant.

"Well you best be willing to help me reel it in Young Able, I broke my last rod with that behemoth of a river monster."

The Father chuckled and softly shook his head.  He opened the bait box and took out a piece of fruit. Placing it onto the silver hook on the rod's line.

"But I jumped in after to catch it myself Father!"

Able grinned smiling happily. Despite the rod breaking that day Able jumped in and wrestled the fish back onto the boat much to his Father's surprise.

"Well yes you did but I was worried for your safety. You know Crocodiles roam these waters. It would pain me deeply to see you come into harm's way. Even if you're training to be a warrior. You're still my son and I care for you."

The Father held the rod and began to prep it for fishing. His hands were quick and swift as fishing was practically in his veins. Able shared this same blood too but he also shared his Mother's warrior blood too. Able loved to fight as much as he fished.

"I understand Father. I care for you too. Is the rod ready?"

Able was eager to begin fishing. He hoped this time he could catch a really BIG fish!

"Yes. Here."

The Father handed Able the wooden rod and guided Able to the side.

"Do you think you could fish on your own this time Able?"