" Tomorrow is the most important thing in life. Comes into us at midnight very clean. It's perfect when it arrives and it puts itself in our hands. It hopes we've learned something from yesterday."

-John Wayne

(Dream Sequnce)

In the crowded and busy morning at the processing area, a hooded Kree-Lizard hybrid busied himself in carrying and pushing the load of crates and boxes. The blue skinned guards and their reptilian counterparts intently kept an eye on them and made sure that no one would dare to resist or escape. The other slaves were also being watched by them. Amnon-Selah found himself sweating and exhausted which he has been working for more than twenty-four hours. He heard his stomach was loudly grumbling and feeling extreme thirst.

The slave drivers had deprived them for food unless they had finished their shift. Amnon's vision was beginning to become blurry which he found it hard to identify the people around him. He was weakening when he felt his knees to shake and fell unconsciousness. Suddenly, a flash of silvery-white light struck him as his eyes began to radiate in azure light. Amnon began to feel the energy as he slowly regained his body. His vision was gradually becoming clear. This time, he never expected a young man with forest green hair and a pair of light grey irises in his eyes standing in front of him. He was wearing a long sleeved blue shirt and a pair of khaki pants and green shoes. The Kree-Lizard hybrid frowned and found the person familiar from his previous interactions.

" Hi, have we met before? " he curiously asked.

" I'm not so sure, " the green haired one answered and cocked his eyebrows. " But I met a mysterious hooded man just like you in my dreams. "

" What do you mean? "

" Let's say, he's with the same height and stature as yours. His tone is deeper than yours. All I can see is his set of green eyes. I exactly didn't see his facial features for the man never unveiled his hood, but I saw his hands were blue skinned. "

" I refused to show myself to anyone, " Amnon replied and sighed. " Everyone knows that..."

" What is it? "

" I'm a clone of an indestructible lizard from fifty years ago! They think I can kill..."

The young man looked skeptical and scratched his chin for he didn't believe in what the hybrid had said. He said, " I don't even think of you like that. You're a slave like anyone else in this place. "

" True. Yet, I am manipulated to be the tyrant's killing machine. "

" It's so sad to hear that, " he replied and sighed sadly, feeling sorry at Amnon's state. " My apologies if I disturb your work. The only thing that you can do is to see yourself and anyone else inside the subconscious mind, I take it? "

" Y-Yeah..." Amnon nodded and felt ashamed. " I'm stuck in here mentally and physically as a slave. I want to regain my monstrous body back and go home for good. "

" My, what have they done to you? You spent here as a slave? "

" Yes. "

" Where will you be going? "

" Rouen, France. Can you take me there please? "

The green haired one nodded and answered, " Just leave your belongings here. I'll help you to get out of here..."

" Thank you, " he nodded back and accidentally got his hood unveiled.

The young man got startled in seeing Amnon as a humanoid-reptilian hybrid with hard green scales and prussian blue spikes and scars. The hybrid slave slowly stepped away in fear. The green haired one felt sorry and closely approached.

" Go away! " Amnon cried. " I don't want to..."

" No, I'm here to help you. My name's Christopher Knightfall and I'm not going to hurt you, " the green one calmly assured and sincerely smiled. " By the way, I secretly peeked the hooded man's face. He looks exactly like you with blue skin and silvery white hair. Yours is green scaled. It doesn't really matter to me. You are indeed the one who will bring me to..."

Christopher began to feel some slight migraines and touched his forehead. Amnon was in shock and seeing his grey eyes were slowly becoming lighter grey when he asked, " Are you alright? "

" I'm fine, my friend..." he slightly smiled and chuckled. " Come on, let's get you out of here. "

Leaving the crates and boxes scattered on the floor, Amnon and Christopher followed the path of slaves coming and going and remained unnoticed by the guards. They were searching for the exit and moving their heads to and fro. Suddenly, they saw some cargo boxes being released from the processing area. For them, it was a perfect spot and timing to be free. The two followed the trail, but they got hindered by the legion of Kree and Lizard guards. Christopher got caught by a blue Kree slave driver. Then, Amnon was being dragged by his evil manipulated self, an accuser.

" Let me go! Let me go! " the sane Amnon yelled furiously, attempting to break free.

" Where do you think you're going, naive one?! " his accuser self indignantly asked.

" Getting away from this hellhole, 682! "

" You are not going anywhere! "

" I will be, very soon! In the future, I'm gonna get rid of you! I am really sure of this! "

" No, I will get rid of you! "

Christopher was handcuffed by a blue skinned one and seeing Amnon facing his immediate death by the hybrid accuser self. He was trying to break free and spare the slave one.

" NOOOO!! " he loudly yelled and witnessed the brutality of the murderer as the sane Amnon fell unconscious and bled in blue blood.

(FORMER WORLD TRADE CENTER, MANHATTAN, NYC, 5:00 AM)

The brainwashed Amnon-Selah woke up from a long sleep after Gourai and Sinara had placed him into the mind control chamber last night. He sniffed and noticed that the mad lizard named Kadoom was no longer present. He was evilly grinning and thinking to redeem himself for his blue master. His sane self was still stuck in his mental prison and watched his corrupted body standing up from his bed.

" This is just another day of unlimited torture and gore, " the sane Amnon-Selah emotionlessly spoke to himself, whining. " Now, Kadoom's gone and here I am dragging myself for such senseless tasks. Like when is this gonna be over? Am I gonna wait for another Telekill moment to be back on my feet again?! This is really driving me crazy! "

" Shut up! I thought I have killed you! " his accuser self angrily gritted his teeth and muttered.

" I am still here watching and listening with your nonsense. Oh, by the way, my new job is making you the most embarrassed one in your lifetime as everyone is seeing you talking to yourself! Oh, look everyone, it's the great Kree-SCP 682 hybrid accuser is going terribly nuts! "

" Shut up! "

" I am not gonna shut up until I regain my control of my body and nerf you out of here! "

" Shut up! Shut up! "

" Oh, what's the matter, 682? Are you being bullied by me?! You just started that to me in the first place! I'm just doing this for my revenge against you! " the sane Amnon taunted and laughed ridiculously.

" Get out of my head! "

" I'm not gonna get out, until you're totally out of my body system for good! "

" I HATE YOU, AMNON-SELAH! "

" Oh, that's great for Pama's Sakes! I really hate you too with a burning passion, 682! Thank you so much! I'll wait for you to leave the building for good! "

" SHUT UP!! "

The slaves and their drivers noticed the Kree-Lizard hybrid talking and screaming to himself. They muttered and laughed at him, realising that accuser started to have a broken record. The sane Amnon-Selah intentionally made his mind controlled body to look terribly insane in the eyes of the people and laughed. Suddenly, the Kree guards caught their attention to the insane hybrid and approached him.

" Oh noes, there we go again..." the sane one exasperatedly sighed and watched. " Now, what do they really want?! "

" Hybrid! We need you to get in action! " the blue Kree male captain commanded. " There are reports of the mixed race slaves escaping in a slave den in Russia going to Kazakhstan. Lord Kasius ordered us to go there immediately. It's your duty to terminate them. "

The sane Amnon heard the official and felt sorry for the escapees. He remembered those days when he was all out in rescuing them from his trips around Europe. This time, he couldn't do it since he had no control of his body. He had nothing to do, but to observe a series of brutality in another place.

" I'll go with you just to redeem myself, " the brainwashed one spoke.

" Make sure, you won't fail as well as we catch you talking to yourself again. "

" I will..."

" This is it, " the sane Amnon gloomily spoke and sighed. " Another disaster and bloodshed, I think have so much price to pay in the future which my body made them without my true volition. Great Tam-Borr only knows when this madness will come to an end. If that time comes, I will do my best to do the right thing like I have used to before. "

(ROUEN, FRANCE, 3:15 PM)

On a bright sunny day, the trees watched the mixed race children playing soccer on the mansion's garden. Their laughter and uncessant talking became intense which they focused on kicking and rolling the ball on the grass.

Skoúro was holding a garden broom and busily sweeping the ground. She noticed a soccer ball was going out of bounds. It quickly aimed at her when the dark angel immediately dodged by hovering herself. The French speaking children rushed towards to its direction when an elderly half Kree woman stood on the ground and near Skoúro and held the ball.

" La prochaine fois, fais attention. Ne frappez pas le ballon trop fort pour marquer un but. Vous pourriez finir par blesser un futur spectateur de la Coupe du Monde de la FIFA! (Next time, be careful. Don't kick the ball too hard in gaining a goal. You might end up hurting a future FIFA World Cup spectator!) " Carol cheerfully reminded and joked at them.

" Nous sommes désolés. Nous finirons ce jeu avant le dîner.
(We're sorry. We'll finish this game before dinner), " a red-headed boy spoke on behalf of his friends and bowed his head in shame.

" Assurez-vous simplement de ne pas trop taper dans le ballon. (Just make sure you won't kick the ball too much.) "

" Nous le ferons, madame Danvers. (We will, Madam Danvers.) "

Carol smiled and nodded back at them when she watched them leaving and continuing their game. The dark angel sighed in relief and descended, making her blackened wings folded.

" That was close, " Skouro smiled, placed her both hands on her knees, and then held the broom with her right hand. " They surely have to watch what they're going and doing. "

" Kids are always like that. They have to utilise their aura and energy to physical activities. "

" I see. "

" Skoúro, are you supposed to..." the elderly half Kree paused and noticed her new friend holding a garden broom.

Skoúro nervously chuckled and replied, " I have decided to help you out on the chores since Amnon is away. Of course, it will save time for you to do that. I know he is responsible in doing the household chores. "

" Right..." she nodded no furiously and smiled back at the angel. " Do what you have to do. You have made yourself at home for a few days here. Thank you, by the way. "

" You're most welcome, Carol, " the dark angel replied and changed the topic. " By the way, I heard the residents earlier that something happened last night. They spoke about a strange lizard who intruded the mansion. Did it happen? "

" Yes, it did. "

" I wished you told me so I could help you out, " Skouro sighed. " I missed the opportunity in protecting you, guys. "

" Thank you, Skoúro. It was already resolved last night. Besides, we didn't want disturb your peaceful slumber, " Carol said.

" Okay, then. "

" I forgot to mention, " the elderly half-Kree woman snapped her fingers and recalled. " I need to let you meet the residents here. You might want to talk to them. "

" I did meet Mr. Fernal and his wife a few days ago, " Skoúro answered. " An hour earlier, I met Mr. Greene who showed me the library and mentioned of me teaching those kids. He told me about Amnon being a fast learner as you taught him very well. "

" Oh, I'm glad that you have a chat with him. He is still active in teaching despite of his age. "

" He's indeed interesting and sharp, " Skoúro agreed and asked. " Is anyone here who I can also talk to? "

" We have the Hellfire family. Magik or Ilyana occasionally visits us. Allen and Karena temporarily lives here, " Carol enumerated the residents. " There's also an interesting folk that I would like you to meet. "

" Who? "

" Dr. Jusis Vandark, " the elderly half-Kree woman replied. " He lives here with us after the Rebel Forces paid us a visit. "

" I didn't see him around, " the dark angel replied.

" He has set up a laboratory at the basement. "

" Oh, right. I would like to meet him, Carol. Is he busy right now? "

" Let's just drop by and see him. "

" Sure. "

As the two women headed at the basement, an elderly man spent cleaning and fixing at his belongings. His blonde mutant girlfriend with six horns on her head. She was an elderly woman dressed in a turtle neck shirt and a dark long skirt. With them, the armor held a feather duster and swiping the areas filled with dust. Upon reaching the area, Carol and Skoúro inhaled the dust particles and sneezed. Vandark and his girlfriend noticed them and took out some tissues.

" Bozhe Moi! (My Goodness!) " his girlfriend exclaimed.

" Oh, we're so sorry ladies, " Vandark sighed and stopped working. " We were done in this general cleaning. We never expected you to come. "

" It's okay, " Carol nervously chuckled and sneezed. " We have a new friend here who has been living here this week. " Then, she turned to Skoúro and then to the couple. " Skoúro, this is Dr. Jusis Vandark and Ilyana Rasputina. Guys, this is Skoúro Valour. Say 'hello'. "

" Ah, it's nice to meet you, Ms. Valour, " Vandark offered her a handshake as Skóuro responded with the same gesture.

" Privet, Rad vstreche, Skoúshka! (Hello, it's nice to meet you, Skoúshka!) " Ilyana sweetly added and gave her a warm hug, avoiding in touching the wings.

" Skoúshka? It's Skoúro! " the dark angel chuckled and corrected the elderly mutant.

" It's the Russian way of making nicknames, Skoúro, " Carol reminded. " Just get used to her. "

" Oh, okay, " Skoúro smiled back at the elderly couple. " It's a pleasure to meet you. Dr. Vandark, Ilyana. "

" So, Skoúro, what affiliation do you belong to? " the Russian mutant curiously asked.

" Actually, I work for the Foundation, mainly from the Mobile Task Forces. I'm the General Commander. How about you, Ilyana? "

Magik's smile turned into a frown when she crossed her arms and indignantly glared at her. Skoúro wryly grinned, found herself sweating, and sensed a dark soul aura emitting from the elderly Russian lady. Carol sighed and felt uneasy when she saw Vandark tightly held his girlfriend's right hand.

" I was used to be part of the X-Men, Skoúro, " Ilyana seriously spoke and composed herself. " I heard from Dr. McCoy and my brother, Piotr that you have a bad reputation against the mutants aside from putting the SHIELD and MIB agents down around fifty years ago. In addition to that, you sent your people in kevlar suits chasing Svet the Lizard for decades. I have known that you have harshly treated him before this invasion. "

" On behalf of the Foundation, we apologise for those things happened in the past. I hardly remember those things. With the help of Carol, everything makes sense to me, now. "

" Makes sense? " she repeated the phrase and stressed. " I hope you don't have a curse of Baba Yaga with you. "

" No, no! I don't have an intention to harm you, guys. "

" Ilyana, my dear, " her boyfriend interrupted and reminded. " Let's set aside some prolonged trust issues, here. We have to make our discussion smooth and civilised as possible. "

" Fine, Jusis, " she heavily sighed. " Have it your way, I will behave. "

Vandark turned to the dark angel and said, " I'm sorry about that, Ms. Valour. She's a hot-headed lady when I meet her. As for me, I hail from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, USA. I used to be a young research scientist of the Foundation's Site 17 under Dr. Kondraki. "

" Dr. Vandark, you're from the Foundation, too? " Skoúro asked to her amazement.

" I was. I left the facility during the early years of the Kree-Lizard invasion and worked as a freelance paranormal expert and geneticist while in hiding, " he replied and shrugged. " I met Svet, I mean Amnon back in Ukraine at an abandoned Ukrainian Foundation facility. From there, our friendship began as I decided to work for the Rebel Forces. "

" Interesting! I read Amnon's journal these days. I've read about you and him in his Ukrainian trip. "

" Indeed, it is. Ms. Danvers and her son have let me stay here for more than a year if my memory serves me right. "

" Carol, is this true that Dr. Vandark helps you guys? " the dark angel asked.

" Yes, he does, " the elderly half-Kree woman answered. " He manages the household using his interesting tech here. Plus, that chamber over there helped my son to unleash his Kree ability. " Carol pointed at the containment cell like equipment with some apparatus.

Skoúro looked intently at it and inspected the chamber, noticing the vials, buttons, and other switches. She imagined how Amnon could stand in remaining inside and began to formulate a question. Vandark, Carol, and Ilyana noticed the dark angel's long silence.

" Skoúro, did the Kree-Lizard hybrid get your tongue? " Carol caught her attention.

" No, Carol. I imagined how Amnon survived there, " the dark angel replied and turned to the paranormal scientist. " Dr. Vandark, what happened to him when he entered this one? "

" Originally, this would shed his reptilian body, but it unleashed and transformed his recessive to dominant Kree genes, " Vandark replied.

" How did he react? "

" He was afraid of having an onset of clairvoyance or Cosmic Awareness. Then, he began to have a sparky blue hands as Bladeus mentioned. It's like an open wire electric shock that can stun around 100 to 1,000 volts. There's a lot to study from Amnon, but he hasn't returned home to us. "

Skouro sadly sighed and thought, " That explains why Amnon was too strong when I saw him New York. Is he going to inherit his father's Light Soul? "

" The boy was both terrified of his powers and depressed of the Foundation for not telling the truth about himself, " Vandark continued. " I felt sorry for him. "

" Svet is a sweet, considerate and honest young man, Jusis, " Ilyana added. " Yet, he has some tragic experiences in the past. "

" I know he has let your granddaughter live here for some time. "

Suddenly, Bladeus frantically signed and pointed at the mirror when everyone caught their attention to the armored being.

" Dr. Vandark, is that an SCP object? " Skoúro asked, referring to Bladeus.

" Yes, " the paranormal expert nodded and introduced. " Bladeus, this is Skoùro Valour. Ms. Valour, this is Bladeus, the armor. "

" Hello, " Skoúro politely greeted as the armor shyly greeted her and waved his hand.

" He's a bit shy and awfully chatty, " Vandark added.

" Jusis, what is he saying? " Carol asked.

" Remember the mirror of Lozantos Veri? Bladeus is telling us to use it again. "

" Is this another SCP object? " Skouro asked.

" It used to be one. This mirror was locked away in a vault and labeled cursed. The Foundation once had a being calling itself god that warned them not to ever use it. They ignored the being but the mirror would not work for them. "

" Methie is not with us, " Carol reminded. " Perhaps, Skoúro and I shall give it a try on his behalf since we both have the same light soul. "

" Right. Shall we? " the dark angel nodded and gave the scientist a suggestive look.

" Of course, " he affirmed.

" Good luck on what you can find, " Ilyana added.

The mirror booted once again and revealed a robed man. Skoúro and Carol stood in front of it. Vandark, Ilyana, and Bladeus watched the two ladies and waited for them to respond to the object.

" Hello, ladies, how can I help? " the robed man politely greeted.

" Sir, my name is Skoúro Valour of the Foundation. My friend Carol Danvers or Captain Marvel is with me on behalf of the Kree Eternal Methu-Selah. Your friends referred me to you, " the dark angel answered.

" I see, " he nodded and began scanning the two women. " Connecting to the network... Network found...Welcome Skoúro Valour and Carol Danvers to the Highperior network monitoring the reality since 12 Voiridian. What do you seek? "

Carol and Skoúro shared glances and deeply thought of what they could ask. Finally, the elderly half-Kree had an idea and answered, " My dear mirror friend, I knew you have let us see my son last night. Skoúro and I have discussed about the Project Marvel asset. This is something to do with Amnon-Selah's new body. "

" Is it something to do with the boy in the slave den? "

" Yes, " the two women affirmed in unison.

" I see then, Ms. Danvers, please allow for source DNA scan. Ms. Valour, I need you and her for energy detection. "

" Sure, " the dark angel nodded and turned to Carol. " You first. "

" Right, " the elderly half-Kree woman said and placed her thumb on the scanner.

The mirror received the information from Carol's DNA. The next step was it started to scan the two women's aura. The robed man was under meditative form and receiving another energy scan. He opened his eyes and said, " DNA and aura scan are matched to the Kree Eternals Methu-Selah and Amnon-Selah. The Project Marvel subject is located at 48° 53' 15.6876'' N and 2° 20' 26.1852'' E. "

" Coordinates of Latitute and Longitude? " Vandark curiously asked and scratched his beard. " Hmmm, where? "

" At Montmartre District in Paris, " Carol replied and turned to dark angel. " Skoùro, do you get what I mean? "

" Yeah, " Skoúro nodded. " We can fly out there using the stealth mode of those jets. "

" Right, I heard the news that the Kree-Lizard legion are gonna monitor above the ground. "

" This is a big problem though. "

" Perhaps, I can bring you there, " Ilyana sternly broke her silence, ignoring her rage. " For the sake of forgiveness and reconciliation, I will teleport you there and return here. "

" How? " Skoúro asked.

" What is my alias? " the elderly Russian mutant asked and smirked.

" Oh...dear...Eh...Uhhmmmm....Ah...."

The retired Avenger whispered at the angelic being's right ear as she sweetly smiled. Ilyana frowned and facepalmed when she noticed the two ladies whispered. Dr. Vandark helplessly laughed and shrugged. Bladeus covered his mouth as he silently yelped.

" Magik of the X-Men, " Skoúro confidently replied after being clueless. " Thanks, Carol! "

" You're welcome, " the elderly half-Kree woman cheerfully said.

" Fine! I will accept this. But next time, no more cheating! " Ilyana furiously pouted. " Understand?! "

" Ilyana, dear..." Vandark called her out. " We need to hurry up. I'm joining with you. "

The retired member of the X-Men took out her sword and pointed it on the floor and to the wall. Using her dark soul energy, she formed a large stepping disc and wormhole. Skouro was amazed to see it as she was the first to enter the portal. Carol was the second person to follow the dark angel. Finally, the paranormal scientist and his mutant girlfriend were the last ones to enter as the dark teleport wormhole faded.

" Good luck on your venture and return, " the robed man smiled and turned off.

(MTF Headquarters and Facility, Paris, France: 4:43 PM)

As the dark portal opened its mouth, the four people had stepped onto the dark marble floor. Carol moved her head around and eyed on the pure white wall, recalling her nine months of visitation from three decades ago. Skoúro noticed the old woman's silence and gently placed her hand on Carol's left shoulder.

" We're here and gonna see him soon, " the dark angel calmly assured.

" I wish, Methie and Amnon could be here, " the elderly half-Kree sighed and thought of them.

" They will be coming home. I'm pretty sure of it, but we don't know when. "

" I hope so. "

" Ladies..." Vandark anxiously called the two out and raised his hands. " We are being surrounded by people in kevlar suits! My girlfriend is getting nuts, here! "

Ilyana became infuriated and sharply pointed her sword to the MTF troopers, defending her boyfriend and the other two. She was enraged when the troopers attempted to shoot them. Skoúro and Carol were both alarmed to see what had transpired.

" Lower your weapon, Indestruc! " a female trooper reminded.

" Nikogda ne nazyvayte menya proklyatym Indestrukom, gluptsy! Ne smey menya sderzhivat'! YA privedu vas vsekh v Limbo! (Don't you ever call me a damned Indestruc, you fools! Don't you dare to contain me! I will bring you all to the Limbo!) " she growled and emitted a strong dark energy at the tip of her sword.

" Ma'am, she speaks Russian, " the male trooper reminded. " We need Dr. Fedorov as an interpreter for her. "

" No, need, " Skoúro called out. " She's with us. Magik has sent us here. Please lower down your weapons. "

" General Commander, ma'am! " the rest of the MTF troopers saluted synchronisedly and followed the instructions.

Ilyana ceased her dark energy casting and held her sword, sighing. Vandark kissed her cheeks to ease her down as she blushed. Skouro and Carol confronted the troopers and knew what to do.

" I brought Elder Danvers and her companions to see the Project Marvel asset as Dr. Fedorov is responsible for this subject. Is he here in this facility? "

" Ma'am, he's here, " the other trooper answered. " He's in the lab at the moment. "

" Thank you, " Carol sincerely smiled. " Now, guide us please. "

" Yes, ma'am. "

The MTF trooper guided the four on their way to the laboratory. Carol and her companions walked around the hallway visited by an eerie silence. They were reaching their destination when the personnel had placed his thumbprint. The metallic door automatically opened as the group had entered. Dr. Vandark was amazed at the test tube experiments and the prototypes, recalling his younger years in the Foundation. Ilyana was creeped out when she tightly held her boyfriend's hands.

" It's okay, Ilyana, " the paranormal expert and scientist assured. " They are just experiments or test subjects. "

" I hope they don't involve spirits or demons, " she said.

" Nope, they're purely science. "

" Definitely, they are. "

Just then, they saw a ninety-two year old Caucasian man in a hovering wheelchair like Professor Xavier's. He was tall, but lanky. He was a bald and bearded man with a pair of velvet irises in his eyes as his transparent lens covered them. He was wearing a pearly white lab coat, a green Aloha shirt underneath, a pair of dark pants and leather shoes. He gave the angelic being and her visitors a warm smile.

" Privyet, my friends! " the man with a hard Eastern European accent happily greeted them. " Skoúro, I'm so glad that you remained youthful for five decades! It must be the cryosleep that made it! "

" Oh, sure. It did. So, you must be Dr. Valery Fedorov? " the dark angel asked, trying to remember his name.

" Da! You are correct, my dear! " Fedorov happily beamed and turned to Carol. " Carolya, I am so glad you have visited here after thirty years! "

" It's long time no see and chats, Valya, " the elderly half-Kree sincerly smiled and hugged the Russian Foundation Scientist like a long lost friend.

" Is Methushka with you? "

" No, he's not. He's in Ethiopia. "

Fedorov nodded and understood, scratching his beard, " I see. He's out there and looking for his Anastasia. "

" Anastasia? " Skoúro, Carol, Vandark, and Ilyana repeated the name in unison and became intrigued.

" Bozhe Moi! Have you all read Russian history?! Da or Nyet? " the Russian Foundation scientist cocked his eyebrows in defiance and explained. " I think this foolish alien invasion had totally shaken your heads and forgotten it. Anyways, I made a reference to the deceased Romanov family member which rumored to be a survivor during the Russian Revolution. For five decades, I used it as a secret code for his missing Kree-SCP 682 boy who escaped Site 19. "

" YA ponimayu, chto vy imeyete v vidu, doktor. Yashcheritsa Svet - eto Anastasiya kak simvolizm. YA ponyal teper'. (I get what you mean, Doctor. Svet the Lizard is the Anastasia as a symbolism. I get it out, now.) " Ilyana answered.

" YA rad, chto vy ponyali. Kak tebya zovut? (I'm glad you have understood. What's your name?) " Fedorov asked.

" Ilyana Rasputina, priyatno poznakomit'sya. Doktor. (Ilyana Rasputina, a pleasure to meet you. Doctor.) "

" Tak zhe. (Likewise.) " he smiled and turned to Vandark. " I think I have heard of you from Dr. Kondraki of Site 17. You must be Dr. Vandark. "

" Yes, sir. My kindest regards to him. "

" He passed away along with the others, " Fedorov sadly sighed. " I'm not so sure if the 05 Council has entered the cryosleep and survived as well. "

" It is indeed a problematic era. My sincerest condolences to him. "

" Thank you for that, Jusis. Anyways, how can I help you all? "

Skoúro broke her silence, " Dr. Fedorov, I found the box which your friend, the Kree Eternal had secretly stored in Site 19 this week. I read all the documents and brought to Carol. She told me that she had met you in recreating the child thirty years ago. "

" Yes, indeed. Skoúro. I was able to help them. It was a success! " the elderly Russian scientist happily exclaimed.

" What do you mean, sir? "

" Methushka and Carolya's son is now an adult in his new body for life! You need to bring their Anastasia for the body transfer! " Fedorov happily beamed and laughed.

Skoúro, Vandark, and Ilyana shared glances and got intrigued. Carol wept for joy and smiled which she had hoped for. She gently wiped her eyes and wanted to see her son's new body.

" Valya, please take me to that chamber, " she broke her silence.

" He's already here, " he pointed at his right and at the larger and taller H20 chamber.

The four turned their attention and saw a blonde man in his late twenties to early thirties with a pink skin. He was well built and with a height of six feet and two inches. The pink Kree Amnon had a oxygen mask and a respirator tube which he could survive and remained suspended in fetal position inside the water. Just near the tank, there were feeding and secreting tubes for him. Carol was still weeping for joy in seeing her son's new form. Skoúro stood beside her and felt pleased to see her older friend.

" If Amnon and his father were here, they could tell us to get ready, " the dark angel said.

" I know, Skoúro, " she answered and gently wiped her tears. " Thank you for bringing me here and visiting Amnon's new body. I've never seen anything like it as he has grown! "

" I take it, you have never visited this place in the last thirty years? "

" Yes, " Carol nodded. " My sincerest thanks to you. "

" You're welcome. We will wait for Amnon to come home very soon. "

" I'm glad Svet will be having a new body soon, Jusis, " the elderly Russian mutant said with a smile.

" Very soon, Ilyana, he will join with us and reunite with his family, " Vandark answered. " Amnon-Selah will have a new life soon. "

(Plot idea from the introduction by Knightfall077 as his OC Christopher Knightfall belongs to him.)

(Skoúro Valour belongs to FlashlightMan)

(Jusis Vandark, Bladeus, and the mirror belong to valorithsaga)