" 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.

(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.

" I'm sorry, Boy, " he broke his silence. " I know you are looking for answers which the Foundation prohibited you to learn more about yourself. I have heard of their chats and rumors expecting you to be like him, but you are a complete opposite of that demon! If only me and my brother Thor could rescue you away from these brutes here, but I am here for a certain mission. "

" Thor? "

" Yes, my brother, the god of thunder and prince of Asgard, " the man answered and raised his right hand in interjection. " Never heard of him, young one? "

" No..." Amnon sadly frowned and bowed his head. " I only heard about Captain America from your fellow MTF Troopers. "

" Oh, you poor soul. You have no knowledge of the outside world. "

" I just really don't know... I'm so sorry..." the hybrid gloomily replied. " I have no clue..."

" Right, the Midgardians of this ruthless Foundation facility had deprived you of freedom, knowledge, and dignity, " the Asgardian exasperatedly sighed. " They made you ignorant and oppressed. "

" What are those? "

" Okay, you are contained here for less than a year, " he explained. " I know you wish to be free and live like a normal human being, but sadly you are just a clone of that damned lizard. "

Amnon sparked an idea and heard the disguised MTF Trooper as he was eager to hear more from the man in the window. His mind created an imagery of what would the outside world look like. The young Kree-Lizard hybrid began formulating questions in his mind and wanted to gain information from him. The MTF trooper was about to speak when he heard a loud siren within the area. Amnon instantly closed his ears, becoming intolerant from the dreadful noise. The man heavily sighed and placed his right hand on the glass.

" Sir, what's wrong? " the Kree-Lizard hybrid asked and paused. " I thought you're going to- "

" Duty calls, Boy, " the man sternly answered and wore his helmet. " I'm sorry that I'm not going to continue our discourse of freedom to the outside world. I have to play along with the Midgardians for now. "

" Why? "

" I can sense SCP-682 has made a containment breach. For them, he's going to cause another trouble. "

" What?! "

" Long story..." the Asgardian sighed in his helmet.

" But I haven't asked your name, I thought you're gonna help me! Please! "

" I want to talk, but I have no time. I'm sorry I can't help you escape, but I will make a way soon. "

Amnon watched the Asgardian MTF Trooper leaving from his sight and sadly sighed. He was expecting more from him, but that containment breach alarm had prevented the boy and the god of mischief conversing. Suddenly, he heard a barrage of bullets and a loud crash of metallic object occured. Then, it was followed by an intense growl of SCP-682 echoing the premises. The Kree-Lizard hybrid covered his ears and didn't want to hear a violent commotion from the outside. He instantly lied down on the floor and wept.

(PRESENT TIME: ROUEN, FRANCE: 3:40 PM)

" So, 682 just broke out of the containment cell? " Skoúro curiously asked after hearing the elderly half-Kree woman's interpretation.

" Yes, " Carol nodded in reply and held her son's journal along with with her visitor. " It seems Loki and Amnon had witnessed the events which 682 had done. "

" I would have remembered if I never had..."

" Skoúro, " the elderly blonde called her attention and gently rubbed the dark angel's shoulders, carefully not touching her wings. " It's not too late to discover the past before this whole Kree-Lizard legion mess had happened. Remember, you're trying to make sense of what has been going on with my son? "

Skoúro let a deep sigh and slightly smiled at her old friend, " I guess you're right, Carol. I will do my best to understand and try how to help you and him. "

" Now, you have understood, then. "

" Right, " she nodded and snapped her fingers. " Carol. Perhaps, you remembered what happened after 682's breach. I need your side of that story if you may. "

Carol closed her son's journal after the dark angel parted her hands from it. She was trying to recall those days when 682 had escaped from the Foundation Facility. In her younger years, she heard some reports of the Indestructible Lizard who caused trouble in America and a conflict between the Foundation and the other forces such as the Avengers and their respective allies. This time, Skoùro waited for the elder to respond and placed her both hands on her thighs.

" I remember 682 was a spark of such trouble, " she broke her silence. " Mar-Vell told me of this before when I met him in Los Angeles along with his friend Xenocide. "

" Really? Where? "

" Yes. Care to hear the story which they shared to me? "

" Sure. "

" Fine, I'll start. "

(February 7, 2018: Los Angeles, California, United States of America: 12:20 AM)

A homeless pink Kree man gathered some leftover and spoiled food from the large garbage bin in the alleyway. Then, he took a can of beer with an expiry date of 20-11-2017 and sat down on the rough street ground. Just beside him, an enhanced Faunus man with ginger locks and a set of verdant irises in his eyes was cladded in a brown coat and a grey turtleneck shirt aside from his dark pair of pants. He had a set of antlers cat ears, a monkey tail on his lower back, and hooves on his feet which they served as his body parts. He looked concerned with the homeless space alien who kept ingesting.

" Do you even tolerate to eat leftovers and expired ones from humans, Mar-Vell? " he asked and became disgusted to what his friend was eating.

" As long as they can satisfy my hunger and thirst, I can take it for sure! " Mar-Vell laughed and took a sip of his beer. " Come on Xenocide, why don't you take some?! "

" No, thanks... " Xenocide slightly chuckled and grinned. " Say, when did you become an alcoholic? "

Mar-Vell paused chewing his meal and remained silent. From his friend's question, he didn't want to talk about his previous involvements with the Kree Empire and the Avengers. The pink Kree frowned and continued chewing. Xenocide let a deep sigh and bowed his head.

" Look, my friend, " he continued. " I'm sorry if my question triggered you. I know you didn't want to talk about your past. I am really concerned what's the matter with you and why you end up like that. You could have been a great hero, but I wish to help you. "

" Nobody cares, Xeno..." Mar-Vell sadly answered. " Nobody cares about me. I accepted my new life. The past is no longer my concern. I will die as a street rat. It is what it is. "

" Well, that's your decision. I'll respect that, but you will eventually change your mind if someone needs your help. "

" And that, I don't know..."

Just then, Xenocide looked around and heard a loud threshold from a distance. On the other hand, Mar-Vell ignored his Cosmic Awareness and continued eating his meal and drinking his beer. The Faunus took a deep breath as his pink Kree friend noticed him.

" Something's wrong, Xeno? " Mar-Vell asked and curiously tilted his head.

" I'd better go check it myself, " Xenocide answered. " It must be a homeless human who's looking for a companion and food. "

" Just stay safe there, okay? "

" Sure. "

The Faunus left his pink Kree friend from the alleyway and walked onto the silent Downtown LA streets. He moved his head around and saw some deceased homeless people on the streets, lying on their own pool of blood. Xenocide's eyebrows were twitching as he widened his eyes in shock to see such skirmish. He was so speechless and shaking for he didn't expect to meet a large four legged reptilian creature approaching towards him. Xenocide took deep breaths in calming himself and began composing his words in his mind.

SCP-682 waited for him to respond and darkly chuckled, " So, are you wasting your time staring at me? "

" No..." Xenocide instantly said and pacified himself, clearing his throat." Tell me, who are you and why are you here? "

" You foolish one are unaware of my existence. "

" I just need a straight answer from you. "

SCP-682 heatedly glared at Xenocide and mumbled in gibberish. The spirit rolled his eyes to his annoyance and facepalmed. He was waiting for the lizard to respond and crossing his arms.

" Fine..." the indestructible lizard spoke. " Humans call me 682...I escaped from their disgusting lair..."

" Fair enough, " Xenocide calmly replied and queried. " Why did you loathe against them? "

" Humans do not deserve to live...Their arrogance and stubborness annoys me...They are nothing, but a putrid of mud..."

" Look, not all humanity have the worst side. They still have goodness. You just need to understand them. "

" I have no intention to deal with them...."

Xenocide heavily sighed, looked at the starry night sky, and then the deceased people. Then, he asked, " Did you have a reason why you killed those homeless people? "

" Their survival didn't matter to me. Only death was their absolute resolution, they deserved that state because of their foolishness. "

" But did you even get to know why they lived that way? "

" No..."

" Right, " Xenocide replied as he was not convinced nor satisfied at the dreaded monster's answer. " Do you have second thoughts of your life? I mean, killing humans is not an answer for your ultimate satisfaction. You may be horrible one, but you have a chance for redemption and normality. I really want to help you out of the gloom. "

Hearing the Faunus's words, 682 evilly grinned and followed by a dark malicious laugh, scorning at Xenocide. For him, he was an absolute evil and darkness. The Indestructible Lizard never cared for people at all for he considered them as the most ultimate garbage in the universe. Xenocide again sighed and tried to convince the creature for change of perspective.

" Do you think I will fall into your concept of normality? " 682 retorted and scoffed. " I don't even think so..."

" But what made you that way? "

" It's my choice. My ultimate destiny is to see massive deaths and despair on this stupid rock. It could be me who will fulfill it, but someone else..."

Xenocide nervously gulped and felt his heart racing upon hearing the beast's sentences. He was slowly stepping back and moving his head to his right. 682 was darkly laughing and seeing the ginger haired Faunus in fear.

" You damn vile being...." he anxiously muttered. " Why did you ever think of that? "

" I want to see how they perish and suffer, just like what I did to that clone boy with blue blood of the Kree..."

" Blue Blood of the Kree, like Mar-Vell's? Wait, he's part SCP like you? "

" That hybrid brat is nothing like me. He has the facial appearance of his damned father aside from being part reptile. I repetitively make him suffer and find it satisfactory to end his life everyday. I have just escaped from that facility after I made him bleed. "

Xenocide remained shaking and found it horrendous. He was gulping in fear as he couldn't tolerate in hearing the story of the abused boy.

" What's the matter? You couldn't take listening of how I treat the boy..."

" This is horrible! I understood I didn't like the humans for cloning you and infusing an extraterrestrial gene, but you physically tormented an innocent child! " Xenocide angrily exclaimed.

" That brat is nothing, but an experiment of the Foundation. His bastard Kree father will never see him, even his race will come after him. "

" I cannot tolerate this! You made a child meeting his own grave! You are a damn and ruthless bastard! " Xenocide heatedly replied and indignantly pointed at the lizard with his left index finger.

" Then, you will also experience his suffering..."

SCP-682 swang his spiky tail as Xenocide quickly dodged using his monkey tail. He was able to avoid his strikes. The Indestructible Lizard tried harder, but the Faunus man used his legs to flee away from his attacker. Xenocide ran faster than he usually could. 682 was chasing him and instantly throwing his spikes from his back. He used his monkey tail and legs as he was able to jump and dodge higher. Xenocide sighed in relief, but he noticed 682 continuing to throw his spikes at his victim. Unexpectedly, Xenocide largened his eyes in shock, felt blood coming from his gut, and noticed a sharp object pinning him.

" For Gaia's sakes! " he angrily muttered and fell his knees on the ground, heavily bleeding. Then, he turned to the SCP monster and furiously growled, " What the hell are you?! "

" I am your worst nightmare! " 682 darkly chuckled and used his claws to leave a tremendous scar and some wounds on Xenocide's face.

The enhanced Faunus loudly yelled in pain which it seemed to be a cry of help and pending death. From a distance, Mar-Vell used his Cosmic Awareness to sense his friend in trouble and communicate with his ancient relative. He instantly stood up, left the alley, and saw Xenocide dying and being brutally beaten by the horrible reptilian.

" Hey!! " the homeless and drunk pink-Kree loudly called his attention. " For Pama's sakes, let my friend go, you freakin' bastard! "

682 paused his torture to Xenocide, turned his attention to the former Protector of the Universe turned Earth's street rat. Mar-Vell confronted the lizard as his hands were sparking with a dim yellow light, but it was fading. The lizard evilly chuckled and saw him.

" Another Kree lunatic dares to challenge me..." 682 said and ceased his laughter. " How foolish you are to face me. "

" I may be a lunatic from outer space, but I'm a proud street rat for life! " Mar-Vell stressed and yelled. " Now, stay away from my friend or I'll kick you outta my turf! "

" Mar-Vell...don't you dare to fight...him! " Xenocide weakingly warned and crawled away from 682, approaching to his pink Kree friend. " He's gonna kill you!! "

" I have no time to deal with another nuisance from Hala like you, " 682 sternly retorted.

" Yeah, I ain't wastin' my time dealing with another diabolical crap. I'm sick and tired of fighting some damn goons in the cosmos! Now, you should get outta here before I do something unpleasant to you! Do you understand?! "

682 listened and scoffed at the drunk Kree, " Only your death shall satisfy me. "

" Now, prove it! "

682 readied himself to pound and make Mar-Vell and Xenocide bleed to death. The pink Kree quickly grabbed his friend away from the monster when a bright blue photon blast distracted 682 and sent him flying and exploding. Descending from the skies, a blue skinned man with a long ponytailed silvery white hair appeared in front of the lizard who was gradually regenerating. The blue Kree was cladded in a white battlesuit with green trimmings and defending his great grandnephew and a friend.

" I did not expect to see you, Methu-Selah of Hala, " the Indestruc sneered. " Or should I call you with your human alter-ego, Dr. Montmartre? "

" I have just predicted earlier that you broke out of your containment cell, 682, " the Kree Eternal seriously replied. " I had enough seeing my son getting repetitively abused by you! Now, you have slaughtered these homeless humans! "

" Your child deserves to die like your colleagues have sent your D-Class people to me. I am so truly satisfied in witnessing their final day. "

" I have my ways to take you down and bring my son away from that facility! Don't you even dare to get near him again! "

Mar-Vell and Xenocide both heard the argument and shared glances, trying to comprehend the heated discourse. Methu-Selah readied himself to give the monster another blast from his cosmic light soul. 682 returned to his form after generating himself and decided to stop his skirmish.

" Do you even think the three of you will spare the hybrid brat from the clutches of the Foundation? I don't think so. You will all just fail and stumble..."

(Xenocide belongs to valorithsaga and added an additional plot idea)
(Skoúro Valour belongs to FlashlightMan )