" When I despair, I remember that all through history the way of truth and love have always won. There have been tyrants and murderers, and for a time, they can seem invincible, but in the end, they always fall. Think of it--always. "

― Mahatma Gandhi

(A WEEK LATER: BOSTON, MASSACHUSETTS, UNITED STATES OF AMERICA: 10:02 AM)

A tall luscious red maple tree silently stood and witnessed a solemn interment of a deceased exiled ancient Kree. There were people who were dressed in black and white. A widowed blonde woman and her son silently remained beside the coffin as the exiled blue Kree priest offered a prayer to the deceased and the grieving family.

Moments later, the condoling guests had gone. Elder Carol Danvers-Montmartre and her son were left and watching the covered remains of their beloved one being placed six feet under the earthly ground. The mother and son took each white rose and threw it to the coffin. The cemetery people filled the burial plot with soil and rocks. Amnon sadly watched it and sighed, seeing his late father being buried.

" I know how you're feeling right now, Kid, " Carol calmly spoke and gently rubbed her son's back. " It's really sad to see the old blue man this way. "

Amnon morosely smiled and nodded at his mother. In the past few days, he became aloof with everyone. He gloomily remained sitting beside his late father's coffin for the whole week and refused to talk to anyone. His mother understood him as she was also mourning to her late husband. This time, he was still staring at burial plot, recently covered with soil.

" Amnon, I think we should go home..." she whispered to her son's ear.

The pink Kree didn't even say a word and followed her. Carol looked at her son with concern and said, " I know you mourned and missed him so much. I just noticed that you haven't eaten or slept the entire week. Everyone's trying to comfort or talk to you. Amnon, this disposition of yours isn't healthy. If your father were still living and here right now, he would have been very concerned for you. "

Amnon gloomily looked at his mother and still didn't respond to her. He sighed and continued walking along with her. Just then, they noticed an angel with raven wings and long curly dark locks of hair talking to a cyborg lady with short blonde hair. They turned their attention to the mourning family. The pink Kree became hesitant to confront and speak up with some people. Then, he glanced to his mother and cocked his eyebrows.

" Amnon, it's okay. They have been with us in the memorial, " Carol calmly assured him. " Don't be so hesitant to speak-up. "

" Carol, we have been waiting for you both, " Skóuro said. " Is there something wrong? "

" Amnon watched his late father being buried, " Carol answered and still looked at him with concern. " And he's been so hesitant to speak-up with you. "

The pink Kree became so uneasy to communicate with everyone and glanced to his mother, implying her to go home. Carol plainly smiled at her son and said, " We can't return home to France without a ride, Amnon-Selah. I don't want to waste my energy to literally fly up there. "

Amnon relently sighed and nodded. Gourai curiously eyed at the non-speaking Kree and turned to Carol, " He hasn't talked to anyone for days, has he? "

" Yeah, " she sadly nodded.

The pink Kree didn't know what he could say to them. He looked at Gourai and Skóuro and then to his mother.

" Gourai, I think we should let him mourn, " the dark angel replied.

" I'll give it a try in talking to him, " the cyborg lady said. " Besides, he saved my life for a few times. "

" Right, there's nothing wrong in trying. "

Gourai looked at the pink Kree with concern as Carol and Skóuro watched her. She deeply thought of what she could say. Amnon just stood there and cocked his eyebrows at her, hiding his impatience.

" I'm sorry for your loss, but I barely know your father. When I saw and heard his final words, he was really concerned for you and your mother. He wanted you to be strong and courageous, " she calmly spoke. " He didn't want to see you sulking. He wanted you to be happy. "

Amnon heard Gourai's condoling and encouraging words. He hugged her and silently wept. The cyborg lady hugged her back and smiled at him.

" Thank you, Gourai..." he finally replied.

(Rouen, France: 10:30 PM)

After the long hours flight from America and eating supper, Amnon entered his room and sighed in relief, missing those days of sleeping peacefully. He removed his dark jacket and tie, placing them to the iron pole coat hanger. He took off his shoes and socks, wearing his pair of slippers. He comfortably sat on the bed, but he thought of getting some sleep.

Suddenly, he noticed a large brown box which he had never seen it before. There was a written note attached on top.

Amnon,

This is something about your dad and the Foundation have in-store for you. It's the truth about your identity and existence. Skóuro found it when you were under Kasius's slavery and control. I guess this is the right time that you discover who you really are as well as your new body. You truly deserve this.

There are unredacted and redacted documents that can trigger your memories with SCP-682 and the others who harshly experimented and maltreated you. Your dad really wanted to bring you away from them and raise you as his son regardless of that monstrous side, but 05 Council didn't permit him to do so. Please don't be so angry at him, but you'll understand that he wants to be with you until the end of his life.

Love,

Mom

Amnon huffed and looked at the ceiling for a while. Then, he opened it carefully and sat down on his chair. He intently examined those written documents and recognised his late father's handwriting. There were ones written in Kree lettering, Some DVDs, and an audio recorder. He picked up the disclaimer letter and began to read.

To whom it may concern in finding this box of classified documents,

I am writing to you for handling and searching about such relevant information of the Kree-SCP 682 hybrid clone. There are paperworks and future plans for this child who the Foundation claimed to be an experiment or a weapon. For me, he is my only son through my Kree genes.

Please do not report to Dr. Clef or the 05 Council in regards to this box. I do not trust them during the days when my son is constantly and brutally experimented by SCP-682. I have selected a few people who would claim it: Dr. Valery Fedorov, a Russian Foundation scientist, Loki Laufeyson, an Asgardian god of mischief posing as an MTF Trooper, Mar-Vell, a former Kree Army captain and my greatest grandnephew, and finally Carol Danvers as Captain Marvel who will care for my abused son in the future.

As much as possible, please keep the box secured from those people who were not selected. The Foundation personnel will dare to expel me for some reasons along with the invaders who will dare to destroy this planet. They shall gain interest in bothering my child's life and put him into an imminent danger.

If you have found any of those mentioned people, please give this box to them. I would appreciate if you have followed my instructions and assisted them.

By Hala's Blessing be with you on your search for them.

Thank you and my kindest regards,

Dr. J.M. Montmartre

" Dad just knew and predicted this, but why he didn't tell me this in the first place? " he thought and cocked his eyebrows in reading the first letter.

The pink Kree picked-up the Prototype Project Marvel Origin: CLASSIFIED and checked the five pages of the file. He focused on the first page and began reading.

Conception Date: 04-July-2017

After nine months of experimentation and monitoring the first test-tube child, we have conceived a full-term male hybrid clone from the H2O chamber. From my colleagues Doctors Fedorov and Price, they suggested me to name him, George, Benjamin, John, or Alexander after the founding fathers of the United States of America since my son was born on the Independence Day. It's interesting, but I have a Kree name in mind which I predicted several months ago. My son will be pleased if I call him from that name.

Unfortunately, the newborn boy doesn't have a given name as Dr. Clef forbids it. The Foundation's top scientist has dubbed it: SCP-682-B from its surrogate predecessor SCP-682. The others disclosed that my child would be dangerous as the indestructible lizard. Yet, I need to validate a series of tests after his birth.

The main objective of this hybrid clone child is a prototype of my Project Marvel asset through genetic engineering as my fellow Kree have mastered in creating the Inhumans and supersoldiers against the Skrulls and other colonizing alien races in the cosmos. Definitely, the Foundation will regard him as a weapon once his abilities are unleashed. In my case, he can be a Kree super weapon, but I'd rather treat and raise him as a normal human being under my care.

My son has inherited 28 chromosomes from my Kree Eternal genes and the other 22 from SCP-682. It was an unusual combination, but the boy has to find out my abilities in the future as the true heir of my light soul. In case of dire times, he must act out in protecting the planet. But there is one problem, he will be monstrous as the indestructible lizard if someone triggers his SCP side. With that, I have to make a series of tests to make sure that his Kree side will be more dominant than the other.

You can read through the other related attachments and notes of the early days of test-tube observation and his other genetic details. You will find something interesting from there.

- JMM

Amnon carefully read the other pages and saw his genetic mark-up as half-Kree and half-SCP from his previous body. He recalled those times he was bleeding in blue blood. His reptilian-humanoid hybrid features could differentiate from the real SCP-682. He intently looked the results of Methu-Selah's DNA as well as his: perfectly matched.

" No wonder why dad had a very special feeling about me. I am really his son after all despite I was carrying another part of 682! " he exclaimingly thought and became bewildered. " If he could tell me this beforehand, I could have been so happier to meet him than that sudden...Ugh! Nevermind! I'll keep reading this. "

Amnon grabbed an MP3 player and a file folder. He intently looked at his father's handwriting.

" Dated: 08-July-2017. Please play and listen while reading the entire dialogue. "

He nodded at the instruction and played the recording when he began reading and listening to it.

Dr. Clef ( in sarcastic tone): Congratulations, Montmartre. You have done a good job on the Independence Day for your Proto-Project Marvel. I have a very important question for you since the 05 council ordered me. Do you even realize splicing an SCP-682 gene and your extraterrestrial gene can cause a major ruckus with your career in the Foundation? You made a son of gun bastard that can be a threat to humanity!

Dr. Montmartre (in serious tone): With all due respect, Dr. Clef, the Kree race has been stagnated for several centuries, only the Inhumans were considered their success. Please don't you ever address that condescending remark to my son.

Dr. Clef : Your son?! That freak of nature with your blue Kree blood! (laughing) I don't think he will be just like you! He' s still a damn indestructible lizard! He should be terminated as soon as possible!

Dr. Montmartre: You don't understand, Clef! My child has to be trained and treated properly at an early age! Then, you can see the results!

Dr. Clef (scoffed): How are you gonna prove that to me and the 05 Council? Are you gonna follow that pathetic paraphlegic bald man from the X-Men who helped those freaks that we the Foundation consider them as Indestrucs?

Dr. Montmartre (indignantly): Don't you dare to insult my friends from the outside, Clef!

Dr. Clef: What's the matter, Montmartre? You should be an SCP subject, just like your dear hybrid boy. Or I should say, both of you will be exterminated along with your scientist friends involved with your little pet project?!

Dr. Montmartre: I have enough of your foolishness, Clef. My son will be the heir of the Light Soul. Then, a year from now, the Kree and Lizard race will come after the inhabitants and my son! You will die in their hands soon!

Dr. Clef (loudly laughing): You made me laugh, Montmartre! You sound so Shakespeare! That will never happen! Are you playing god or somethin'?!

Dr. Montmartre (remained serious): Francis Wojciechoski, you are just like my people back in my homeworld, stubborn and full of hubris. Yet, I wonder why the Foundation chose you. I followed your concepts as a scientist, but you don't even give a damn at all.

Dr. Clef (infuriated): How the hell did you know my real name?!

Dr. Montmartre: I can secretly read minds, Francis, through my Kree Cosmic Awareness. I've predicted that you will initiate these untolerable treatments to my son as you would be using 682 for this. Surely, the 05 Council will permit you! I want him out of your bamboozled mess for Pama's sakes!

Dr. Clef (shouting): Damn you, Montmartre! You son of Kree [REDACTED]!!

" So, Clef was all behind those horror done to me ?! Dad was just trying to spare me from 682! Why didn't the 05 Council allow him to take me away?! " he dreadfully thought and glanced at the documents of him being maltreated by the horrendous beast. " Dad, now I know why you couldn't get near me. Those Foundation people didn't give us a chance of seeing and meeting each other. They thought of me as the monster that I have been loathed for. "

Amnon sadly sighed and refused to read the harsh activites of SCP-682. He looked at the letter and intently read it.

07-February-2018

To whom it will read,

I am writing you to express my total disappointment and anger to the Foundation people. Forgive me for my intense ranting, it seems I have enough enduring and tolerating such maltreatment to my son in the past seven to eight months. Ever since Dr. Clef and I had an argument, I have no choice, but to oblige his horrifying orders watching my child suffering on the hands of that beast and other entities. I appealed to the 05 Council several times, but they ignored my plea and requests. All I want is to be with my son and raise him, but they didn't care to me at all.

I have decided to leave this cursed facility before my son will escape on an earthquake a few days from now. I will find my way to be with him until the distant future. Dr. Fedorov has decided to leave as well returning to Moscow for good. As for my friend, Dr. Price, he was brutally murdered by SCP-682.

I knew it was a set up by Dr. Clef himself to let the Englishman die horrendously. For that indestructible lizard, it was his own will that he had escaped and breached his containment, using that bloody opportunity after murdering my friend. I have greatly mourned for Al's demise as I had to follow 682 very quickly. I already knew that lizard murdered most of the homeless people in Los Angeles. Mar-Vell and his friend Xenocide witnessed such malicious acts from 682. I could have done something right to end that monster for good which I have predicted his series of genocidal acts to the outside world. Great Tam-Borr truly knows when he will end.

For my son, someone will help him free and make his way by himself, but there will be challenges for him along the way.

A month ago, Valya and Al took my DNA samples as we have decided to recreate the Project Marvel. My cossack friend would keep my genes as he suggested to have a female chromosome. I knew exactly who would be the perfect half. It was Carol Danvers or Captain Marvel who will be my child's destined mother. Twenty years from now, I shall meet her and perform this new procedure in Paris, France. My son will be reborn on the 4th of July 2038 as his new body will be contained for thirty years until I find him and his mother. His future mother has a part light soul which I have chosen her.

I have given enough information about my son. Please give this box to those people I have chosen. When my son asks in the future, he truly deserves to know and fully understands these once I have passed on.

May Hala's Blessing be with you for this exploit,

Methu-Selah,
Son of Ymir-Selah and Alia-Con
Former Captain of the Ancient Kree Army and Foundation Scientist

Amnon silently wept and rubbed his eyes. He took a deep inhale and recalled those events happened on Site 19. The pink Kree leaned his back on his chair and deeply thought of what had gone wrong until the time he had escaped from the earthquake meeting his older cousin, Mar-Vell and his friend Loki. He had finally understood why the MTF troopers were chasing him for a long time. He opened his eyes and re-read his late father's letter. The hope of having a new body which he was in.

He heard a gentle knock on his door and stood up from his seat. Amnon opened it and hugged his mother who was standing. Carol hugged him back and smiled.

" I assume you have read those documents, " she calmly spoke.

" Mom, everything has been written. Dad was truly right. I wish I could have more time..."

" Kid, I understand of these regrets. I feel the same way too, " she sadly sighed and explained. " Your father intentionally kept them for several years when Skóuro found them. You deserve to know why you have the same blue blood running in your veins. You carried your father's genes until you have your new body. I regretted for not telling this to you when we first met. I'm sorry if I..."

" Mom, it was not your fault. You took care of me for almost three years. Then, we found each other here in Paris, " Amnon sincerely smiled and gently cupped his mother's wrinkled face. " Dad just wrote everything and mentioned you as my mother. You just helped him in creating my new body. It was you and him who truly cared for me. "

Carol levitated in a few inches and kissed her son's forehead. She held his hands and said, " I guess you have a lot to tell me there. "

Amnon nodded, walked toward his desk, and sat again on his chair. His mother stood beside him when he picked up the letter and document of his genetic mark-up, showing the results as perfectly matched. Carol sincerely smiled at her son and gently placed her left hand on his shoulder.

" Mom, remember when Doctor Vandark and the others found this blue blood running into me. My eyes and stature were different from 682? " he asked.

" Yeah, I already knew from the first evening I met you here, " Carol answered.

" Even the Supreme Intelligence has known this as well, but he told me to find out it on my own. Now, I am reading all these truths. Dad just created me as hybrid and then recreated my new form as your son. Mom, I'm sorry I should have known these beforehand. The Foundation has kept so many secrets and even lied to me, " he heavily sighed and sadly bowed his head. " All I ever wanted is a normal life and living with my family. They just deprived it from me. "

" Amnon, you have endured so much hardships for several years. You were abused, but you tried to redeem yourself by meeting all those people who really cared for you. Your late father wished to be with you in those times, but he asked me to take care of you while he was away. You met him again in Ethiopia and we reunited in Paris, " Carol sincerely smiled and answered. " You gained a family through us in the span of a few years and a normal life despite all these prolonged onslaughts. We have never given up on you, Amnon. We are still here with you. "

" Mom..."

Carol pointed at her chest. Then, she touched her son's chest and felt his heartbeat. She genuinely looked at him and calmly said, " We have the same heartbeat. You have inherited your father's looks, personality, and his light soul as you have inherited some parts of me. Indeed, you are my son. You are Great Methu-Selah's son. Truly, you are not a monster, but a man who has lived in several tribulations, never gives up, and cares for everyone. You are the resilient and faithful Prince of Hala. "

(Skòuro Valour belongs to FlashlightMan)