The breach between realities (SCP OC x creepypasta universe)

Mission Log: Segment Nine

*Mike's? POV*
"Well?"  Five-One asked, somewhat eagerly "Do you want to know who you are?"
"You're lying."  I accused uneasily "You have to be!  How could you possibly know anything about me?"
"Oh I don't know anything, I know everything about you.  I know about Abaddon, the demon living in your back.  I know about your parents, your ancestors, everything."
"And how do I know you're not making this up as you go along?"
"What benefit would that serve me?"
'HE HAS A POINT.'  Abaddon commented.
"What do you want?"  I asked.
"A trade."  Five-One replied "I will tell you your name and the names of your parents, along with the answers to any three questions you want.  In return, you will protect this world.  Sound fair?"
I stared at him a little longer, then sat down across from him.
"Tell me everything."  I said.
"For starters, your name is Evan Ward."  Five-One explained "Your father's name was Terrence Ward and your mother was named Zoe Ward.  When you were four years old, they were killed in your own home, right in front of you."
"Who killed them?"
"I can't answer that."
"Who am I?  What am I?"
"To answer that question I must ask you one.  Have you ever heard of the Oroborus proposal?"
"Can't say I have, no."
"Well, it was a proposal for SCP-001.  In this proposal, there was a place known as the Kingdom of Abaddon.  A kingdom...that I gave the order to destroy.  The kingdom was once home to a civilization of reality benders, beings that could manipulate their environment to suit their intentions.  We used nine children with reality-bending abilities to erase the kingdom, then we used them a second time to erase those within the kingdom."
"What's your point?"
"Before the people were eradicated, three of them escaped and survived."
Five-One held up three fingers as he spoke and dropped them, one by one.
"There was a father, a mother, and a son." Five-One continued "Both the father and the mother were reality benders. The son, however, had yet to be given his powers. And with their God-King Abaddon dead, their heritage was doomed to die along with him. But the father was determined and traded his own soul to give his powers to his son. However, at some point during the ritual, something went wrong and the boy was only given the ability to control fire. Exactly ten years later, the father died in a freak storm. A month after that, the first documented instance of SCP-5875-1 appeared."
At this point, Abaddon floated out of my back and stared at Five-One in shock. He then turned to me.
"You two are the last living connections to the Kingdom of Abaddon." Five-One finished.
"MAY I ASK YOU OUR LAST QUESTION?" Abaddon requested.
"You may."
"WHY TELL US ALL THIS?"
"Because despite what you've been lead to believe, despite what you've been through, there are still people who care about you."
I was silent. It was, understandably, a lot to process. I was mute for who knows how long, so eventually Abaddon took it upon himself to speak for me.
"IN EXCHANGE FOR THIS INFORMATION, YOU ASKED US TO PROTECT THIS WORLD." He said, "PROTECT IT FROM WHAT?"
"From gods that, in a few months, will turn this entire world into a battlefield." Five-One answered cryptically "Gods that, on their own, could destroy entire solar systems with ease. But put them in the same place at the same time, and they could tear spacetime apart like paper."
"Who are we dealing with?" I asked.
"The Scarlet King and the Gate Guardian.  There's also the growing issue of an opposing faction that's kidnapping anomalies."
"Zalgo.  His goons have been giving me and my friends trouble since I got here.  He wants to make an immortal body for himself."
"Do you know where we can find him?"
"No, but I know someone who does.  He's got kids; two daughters.  The oldest one is Stripes, but I don't know where she is.  The other one is a little girl named Lazari.  She's being looked after by a being known as the Slenderman.  She might know where her old man is."
"I appreciate the intel.  If she does know where this "Zalgo" is, we'll let you know."
"If I were you, I'd focus on finding Stripes. The runt's a lot tougher than she looks."
"I see. We'll be sure to keep that in mind. If that's all, then—"
"Sir!"  An agent exclaimed as he burst into the room "Bravo squad missed check-in!"
"That's the team you had watching my friends?" I asked before I burst into laughter "I told you a couple of snipers wouldn't stop them."
"A lack of planning on my part."  Five-One sighed "I won't make the same mistake again."
"Sure.  Can I go now, or are you going to hold me against my will?"
"You are free to leave whenever you like, though before you go, I must ask that you keep your focus on the major anomalies.  Leave the small ones to us."
"Like who?"
"If we're talking about anomalies in the general vicinity, SCP-239 and SCP-610."
The second he mentioned 239, I jumped out of my chair and slammed my hands on the table. 239 was a Telekinetic, probably the same Telekinetic that took a chunk out of I-10. Her codename was "The Witch Child", and she more than lived up to it.
"Is there a problem?" Five-One asked feigning ignorance.
"You're damn right there's a problem!" I yelled, "239 is Carnage Crew, and what's more is she's a kid!"
"Your point?"
"239 is one of my men, so I'd appreciate it if you stayed away from her."
"SCP-239 only served under you during Operation Blind Demon. She nearly botched the mission and as a result, she was returned to containment and removed from the task force."
"Once an omega, always an omega."
"If you insist, then how about we make a deal. We will bring SCP-239 in and watch her. Should she prove to be a danger to the public at any time, we will use lethal measures."
I scoffed in disbelief at what he was saying. Anomaly or not, 239 was still a little girl, but he was talking about killing her like it was the same as squashing a bug.  It pissed me off.
"I trust you realize that if she gets so much as a paper cut on your watch, there'll be trouble." I warned.
"I can assure you that nothing will happen to her." Five-One promised, "I am a man of my word."
"Sure. Cause the 05-Council is so trustworthy. I'm outta here."
I turned to the window behind me and placed my palm against the pane. It only took a few seconds to melt the glass and a few seconds longer to melt through the bars. I placed my foot on the windowsill, then turned back to Five-One.
"See you around." I muttered.
I jumped out the window and crashed into the sidewalk in a puff of smoke, then reappeared with my hood over my face. I wanted to believe what he said, about my past. But I couldn't be sure if he was telling the truth. It was too much. I kept my head down and fought back the tears as I walked back to the hotel. When I walked back into my room, I was nearly tackled by Natalie.
"Oh thank God you're okay!" She cried as she hugged me.
I didn't hug her back. I didn't have the strength to. All I could do was pull away and sit down on my bed.
"Mike?" Jane asked.
"That's not my name." I said coldly "It's Evan Ward."
I pulled back my hood and turned to them as tears ran down my face like rivers. Natalie hurried to my side and hugged me tightly as I cried into her shoulder. What else could I do? What could anyone do when they realize that their entire life is one big lie?  My entire life, I wanted to know who I was.  Before the Foundation, before Omega-3, before everything.  I never expected to get my answer...especially one like this. 
"Mi—Evan, what happened last night?"  Jack asked.
I didn't waste any time before I told them everything.  My fight with 49, my arrest, and my conversation with Five-One.  Nobody said a word the entire time and good few minutes after.
"Everyone get packed."  I ordered as I got to my feet "We're leaving New Orleans."
"You're still going after 682?!"  Jane asked in disbelief.
"That a problem?"
"The people you trusted lied to you, about everything!  Why are you still doing their dirty work?!"
I grinned maliciously and turned to face her.
"Because it means they might've lied about not being able to get here."  I said, "And when they show up, they're going to wish they never fucked with me."
Able smiled wickedly.  We gathered our things and checked out of the hotel within an hour before we got on the road ten minutes later.  Just as we were about to leave the city limits I slammed on the brakes and frowned.
"I can't do it."  I refused.
"Can't do what?"  Jack asked.
"We're going back."
Before anyone could argue, I threw the van in reverse and made a three-point turn. 
"Dude, what are you doing?"  Jack asked.
"Getting my subordinate back."  I growled.
"Who is it?"  Able questioned.
"239.  She's the one that tore up the main road.  Five-One said she was in the city and that he had every intention of capturing her."
"Who's 239?"  Jane asked.
"A comrade."  Soul answered "She was our Ace on one of our missions.  However, her power was too uncontrollable, and she was removed from the team.  Though I still believe it was cruel to send someone so young to face such a monster."
"How old is she?"
"If I had to guess?  Twelve winters."
Just as the city came within sight, someone crashed through my window and into the van.  It was a human corpse, bloody and freshly skinned.  Soul, Able and I didn't even hesitate before we jumped out of the van and got ready.  The city was like a madhouse.  People were running in terror right and left, and monsters I've never seen before were nipping at their heels.
"What in hell's name is this?"  Soul shuddered.
"No clue."  I growled, "But we'll need to work fast."
I walked over to the van just as Jack threw the corpse out of the door and onto the ground.
"What's going on?"  He asked.
"I don't know."  I answered "I need you to get away from here while my team and I deal with it.  Got it?"
Jack nodded and got behind the wheel.
"I'll call you when it's safe."  I instructed, "Don't come back until you get that call, understand?"
"Yeah."  Jack said, "Stay safe."
"You too."
I watched the van drive off and I turned back to the war zone that used to be New Orleans.
"Let's get this over with."  I grumbled.
"What are your orders?"  Able asked.
"Finding 239 is priority one."  I explained as I clapped my hands together and pulled out my sword "We find her, get her out of the city, then save however many are left."
"Should we not prioritize the safety of the people?"  Soul asked.
"No.  If this is Zalgo, then he knows she's here."
A creature that had originally been chasing after a young couple, turned and screeched before it lunged at me.  I ducked under its claws, turned, and split it from the shoulder to the hip.
"If he gets ahold of her, there's no telling how much damage he'll cause."  I explained.
"Then we divide our forces."  Able stated firmly "Once we find the girl, we send a signal."
I nodded.  It wasn't the most sound plan, but it was the most effective.  We each chose a direction; Able went West, Soul went East and I went North.  As I ran through the streets, the creatures seemed drawn to me, like moths to the flame.  There must've been thousands of them, and each one was different.  After an hour had passed, I found myself surrounded.  I slowly looked to my left, then to my right.
"I don't know what you freaks are and I honestly couldn't care less."  I growled, "You're trying to hurt a very good friend of mine and that's all the reason I need to send your pathetic asses back to hell!"
Gehenna formed in my left hand; tearing through the blacktop as my armor materialized over my body.
"And I ain't sending ya back in one piece either."  I said as flames swallowed Gehenna's blade "Abaddon!"
The demons swarmed me, but Abaddon used his body as a shield.  He let out a battle cry and sent a good number of them flying in about a dozen different directions before slamming his fists on the ground and flattened maybe twenty more. 
"Watch my back!"  I ordered.
"RIGHT!"  Abaddon answered.
More demons charged towards me and I twirled Gehenna in my hand like it didn't weigh more than a feather.  The result was an absolute bloodbath as flaming chunks of demon corpses were sent flying everywhere.  The strange thing about it was that it felt like second nature to me.  Every move I made was precise, like I trained for this exact scenario over the course of a couple hundred years.  I didn't even notice how many demons I killed until after the blood stopped flying.
"Is it over?"  I asked as my armor crumbled away.
"YES."  Abaddon replied "IT HAS BEEN FOR A FEW MINUTES. ARE YOU WELL?"
"Uh, yeah. Yeah, I'm fine."
There was a loud boom off to my right and I watched as part of a building crumbled to the ground.
"Looks like Able found her." I said.
I broke into a run and my body burst into flames as I flew towards Able. When I arrived Able and Soul were standing next to an alley; surrounded by a sea of butchered corpses. I touched down behind them and watched the alleyway.
"Is she in there?" I asked.
"The demons congregated here, so I would assume she is." Soul replied.
I walked past them and slowly moved down the alley. I could hear a girl crying loudly behind a dumpster and I poked my head around the corner. She looked like she was about twelve years old with shoulder-length blonde hair and pale skin. I knelt in front of her and gently touched her shoulder. 239 shrieked and jerked away, and in that moment, the air around her turned sharp as razor blades; taking off part of my index finger.
"It's okay Steph." I grunted "It's me! You're safe."
"Steph" opened her eyes and started bawling as she threw her arms around me. I sighed in relief as I gently hugged her back.
"It's okay kid."  I whispered, "Your big bro's got you, Sigurrós."