" At what point then is the approach of danger to be expected? I answer, if it ever reach us, it must spring up amongst us. It cannot come from abroad. If destruction be our lot, we must ourselves be its author and finisher. As a nation of freemen, we must live through all time, or die by suicide. "

- Abraham Lincoln

(ROUEN, FRANCE: 6:30 AM)

From dusk to dawn, the young pink Kree spent several hours hunting down the patrolling alien humanoids and their reptilian allies and replacing his bullets into his rifle and pistol. Physically, he looked haggard and sleepless, but he was determined to end the enemies' lives. At the top of the building, he aimed at the male blue Kree sergeant, talking with his troops, prepared to strike his head, and pulled the trigger down when the bullet had fallen and blown the Kree into his bloodshed. His fellow kind and the lizards turned their attention to the unconscious official and aimed their weapons at the building.

Amnon noticed them, pulled out a grenade, and instantly threw at them, sending the troopers exploding into ashes. He stood up from his position and headed into the metal staircase at the left side of the building. Descending from the stairs, he instantly walked away on the street and brought his rifle and belongings. Just then, he noticed some trucks of the MTF and the Rebel Forces stationed in Rouen, patrolling throughout the evening to morning. The troopers had left their vehicles as Commando Buck Henderson led them. Joining them, Allen Stroud and his girlfriend Karena also arrived. They all pointed their weapons on him. "

" Montmartre?! What the hell are you doing?! " an angry gruff voice called the pink Kree out. " You're not supposed to do a solo mission! You're not even assigned to this! Put your hands in the air! "

Amnon remained emotionless and ignored Buck's orders, sternly glaring at them. He continued walking past the crowd in front of him. The ARC and RR troops were surprised to see him in action. Allen and Karena exchanged glances and wondered what had gotten into their friend.

Amnon walked away and sternly spoke, " It's none of your business. Leave me alone. "

" Sir, permission to fire Montmartre, " the female ARC trooper turned to Buck.

" No, wait! " Karena raised her voice. " Monsieur Montmartre is our friend! Let us talk to him and bring his senses back! We are from the Rebel Forces! Please don't kill him, he's our ally! "

" I don't even think he's in the right mind to have a small talk, " Buck sternly answered the Frenchwoman. " We have the right to...."

"...Take him down?! Really? " Allen sarcastically continued the thought and grinned. " I got word from the Old Lady and her fiancé that you guys almost slaughtered him in Paris several months ago. Did you even feel guilty for spilling the blood of the Kree Eternal and Captain Marvel's son? Don't tell me you're gonna do that again?! "

Buck heard the former mercenary's words, recalled that violent encounter, and bowed his head. The rest of the MTF Troopers and the Rebel Forces had waited for his response. Amnon looked behind and rolled his eyes with extreme disdain, thinking they were wasting his time for this confrontation.

" Commando Henderson, shall we? " a red-headed Swiss Rebel Forces member asked.

" No, we'll have these two negotiate with Montmartre, " Buck replied and turned to Allen and Karena with concern. " Do what you must before he loses himself, copy? "

Allen and Karena nodded and rushed towards the pink Kree. Amnon frowned and became uninterested to rejoin with his two friends. Buck and the others patiently waited and watched the couple conversing with him.

" For Hala's sake! Can you all even understand?! Just leave me alone! " the Kree heatedly growled.

" Amnon! What on Earth are you doing?! " Allen angrily spat and grabbed his friend's shirt collar. " Do you even realize you'll get yourself killed?! "

" Amnon, please listen to us, " Karena added. " We have heard rumors of the new Kree accuser who killed people in Paris this week. We're here and helping you track him down. "

" Why do you even care about joining me?! " Amnon indignantly asked and instantly grabbed Allen's hand away from him. " I'm gonna hunt him by myself and find my real father's dead body elsewhere! Besides, I'm going to join him in the afterlife. "

Allen's face grew grim and squinted his eyes at his friend as he said, " Dammit, bud! You're doing a suicide mission! Don't you even realize those Kreepers are on the hunt for you and the old man?! Then, who's next? Your mother?! A lot of people were killed because of that giant piece of crap! We don't want you to lose yourself! Okay?! "

" But what about my father?! Where the hell is he, Allen?! How about you, Karena?! Is he still alive or dead?! TELL ME! "

The engaged couple shared glances and deeply thought of their friend's question as they couldn't answer. Amnon glared at them and sighed, " You guys are useless... You are all wasting my time in killing those damn invaders and finding my father's lifeless body! "

" Amnon, your father is still alive, " Karena calmly blurted out for assurance. " We don't even know where he is right now, but I am sure he's worried for your safety. Please, you need to drop your weapons and go home with us. "

" I REALLY DON'T BELIEVE YOU! "

" You don't believe us, eh?! " the dark haired mercenary retorted. " Look, Karena and I have known who and where he is. It's just he tells us to check on you from the first day you have met your mom here. We're warning you not to continue your solo exploit before that golem takes your life! Your old man is still alive and kicking as he is becoming worried about you! "

" Definitely, you are correct, " a deep male voice echoed.

The rest of the crowd intently looked at the long haired blue skinned Kree who walked over to Amnon as they murmured. Buck intently stared at the newcomer and recognized him. Allen and Karena paused their conversation and turned their attention to the ancient Kree.

" Ah, a pink Kree rebel, " the Kree Eternal smiled and crossed his arms. " I am so surprised to see you fighting against your kind. You know they will consider you as a traitor. "

" Master? What are you doing here? " Amnon asked and held down his rifle. " Where's Mom and Skóuro? "

" They're just busy doing things, my child, " he slowly walked in circles and shrugged. " I have just seen your acts throughout the day. I am so glad you made it. "

" You have been following me all along? Why?! "

The blue Kree intently glared at Buck and the other troopers and evilly smirked. Then, he turned to Amnon and replied, " I can sense your intense hatred and fear among those people who you have been working with. It's been half a century that you harbor such negativity. Is it because they never told you the truth about yourself? They make you believe you were the same as the monster you have truly despised?! Now, you are tremendously grieving for a dear old friend from Switzerland. "

" Master, you don't have to tell me twice, " Amnon sternly replied.

" I understood as I have seen everything. I followed your trails for a long time. I know you have been longing for a very important person who has been missing in your life. I can definitely help you find your real father if you can do me a favor. "

Amnon curiously tilted his head and listened to the blue man when he grinned and flashed his both eyes in dark crimson. The pink Kree was terrified to see the man since he had known that Methu-Selah did not have shadowy red energy. He was speechless and gulping.

" You're not my real master! Who are you?! " He slowly stepped back and pointed his rifle at the man. " Stay away from me or I'll pull this trigger to shoot you! "

The man held the rifle and lowered it down as he laughed, " Do you even think I am dangerous?! I am Methu-Selah, your master! Why are you being so suspicious of me! "

" Your light soul doesn't have that red light! Now, stand down! "

" You're too hostile and afraid, young one, " he ceased laughing and scoffed. " I am going to help you, but in one condition you have to do your worst in killing the new madman. I know you can easily defeat him. You are trained enough to fight. Come on, Boy. You can do it. You can brag to your friends once you have defeated him. You can avenge Amélie's demise. "

Amnon felt compelled to follow the blue man's orders and suspiciously leveled his rifle, pointing at him. Allen, Karena, and the other troops remained observing and anticipated if things would go dire. The mysterious Kree man flashed his eyes in bright crimson light and grinned, hypnotizing Amnon. The pink Kree lowered his rifle and remained catatonic.

" Yes...master...I will do anything to find my father and ask me to kill that being, " he obediently nodded and became convinced.

" Oh, what a good boy, you are...I just wanted to know that I am your real father. Just do what I say, son...." the man calmly spoke.

" Yes, father..."

Buck and his troopers overheard the conversation between Amnon and the mysterious man. Allen knew something's fishy to the Kree Eternal and turned to Karena.

" Sir, are we going to vacate? " the RR trooper asked.

" I guess this is settled, " Buck answered. " Let Old Methu-Selah confront him. "

" What do you mean it's settled?! " Allen angrily raised his voice. " That guy ain't Methu-Selah! He's someone else! Will you all look at his eyes, they're red?! "

" Methu-Selah or not, just let Montmartre deal with him. "

" Monsieur, this is not our ally! " Karena added as she also found the encounter ridiculous.

With the heated discussion between the two members of the Rebel Forces and the other troops, Methu-Selah, Carol, and Skóuro immediately arrived at the scene and saw the man who was a clone of the Kree Eternal. Amnon glanced at his real father and widened his eyes in shock, realizing there were two Methu-Selahs on the street. The rest paused and became surprised to see the two Kree Eternals standing. The other blue man unleashed his second pair of red eyes and laughed evilly. Amnon gasped in fear when his sudden hypnosis had disappeared, returning to his senses.

" What on Hala?! " Amnon muttered in confusion and fear.

" Amnon Joseph Danvers-Montmartre, stay away from that freak! " his mother loudly cried. " He's not your real father!! He's deceiving you! "

" Son, get out of here, now! " the Kree Eternal added.

The pink Kree intently stared at the strange man's four red eyes and became shaking in fear. Suddenly, the man instantly grabbed Amnon away from the crowd and walked into the distance. Methu-Selah's face grew more serious and darker than before when he angrily clenched his both fists and sparked with a radiant blue energy from his Light Soul. Carol and Skóuro both knew that he was extremely angry.

" Hey, let me go! Let me go! " he yelled. " HELP!! "

" You're coming with me, Amnon-Selah, for your first and final solo mission! " the four eyed man stressed and laughed.

" AMNON!! " Skóuro sharply cried.

" Montmartre is under captivity! " the ARC trooper cried. " Sir, permission to engage! "

" Everyone, aim and fire! " Buck yelled in reply.

The rest of the troops released their weapons and began to release an intense barrage of bullets to the mysterious blue man. Carol and Skouro instantly ascended into the skies and showered the man with their powerful blasts from their light soul. Out of his anger, Methu-Selah released an intense cosmic blue photonic blast at the man, sending him exploding. The Kree Eternal Impostor was unaffected from the firings from the people, holding Amnon as his captive, and using his left hand to form a dark crimson forcefield. Minutes after the targeting, Skouro turned to Carol as she sensed the pink Kree was no longer present on the streets.

" Carol..." she called the blonde elder. " Amnon is...."

"...GONE! " Carol continued the thought when they both descended to the ground.

Upon hearing and seeing Amnon's sudden disappearance, Buck, Allen, Karena, and the others ceased fire. Methu-Selah's face was flushing in dark purple and angrily clenching his fists. Carol turned to her boyfriend, looked at him with concern and sensed his intense rage. The Kree Eternal became a bright blue beacon of light as everyone closed their eyes.

" DAS'T!!! " he loudly cursed in Kree language out of his fury as his cosmic energy became the most intense and brightest enough to blind and destroy the place.

The female ARC trooper didn't want to shoot the Kree Eternal and approached Skóuro and Carol, attempting to open her eyes. She said, " General Commander, Elder Danvers. I don't want to shoot Old Methu-Selah, but Commando Henderson gave me orders to stop him. Please speak to him before he explodes this entire city. "

" Right, " Skóuro nodded and approached the ancient Kree, kneeling beside him along with Carol and shaking his shoulders. " Old Methu, we're begging you to stop radiating yourself. I know you're totally upset seeing Amnon disappear. We're going to find a way to find him."

" Methie, please! " Carol sobbed and hugged him. " I don't want you to lose yourself this way! If you're angry right now, I'm feeling the same way too. You don't need to set the whole planet in shambles! "

Methu-Selah heard the two women's pleas, gradually ceased his radiance, and silently wept, instantly throwing his arms to the Dark Angel and the elderly half-Kree. Allen and Karena felt sorry for the Kree Eternal. Buck heavily sighed and turned to his troops as Skóuro stood up and confronted them.

" General Commander, ma'am! " Buck instantly saluted the Dark Angel.

" Buck, I guess you guys should patrol around the city and highway, " she ordered.

" But what about the new accuser threat? "

Skóuro looked at the Kree couple before she could answer and sighed, " We'll search for him along the way. For now, I will help them to rescue Amnon from his captor. Understand? "

" Yes, ma'am, " the rest spoke in unison and left the area.

" Mademoiselle, Allen and I decided to join you, " the brunette Frenchwoman spoke. " We want to take down that accuser and at the same, we will join your search for Amnon's whereabouts. "

" Yeah, " Allen nodded. " We can't let him die elsewhere. "

" Fine then, " the dark angel nodded and smiled at the couple. " Come with us, but we have to wait for Old Methu to regain his senses. "

(MOMENTS LATER)

The mysterious blue man dragged the pink Kree into the dark underground tunnel going to Paris as a shortcut route against the invaders. Amnon struggled to break free from the madman and moaned in pain. The area was cold and grim where there were bats, spiders, rats, and insects roamed around the tunnel's walkway. There were scattered skulls and bones from humans, animals, and the other races. Amnon was horrified to see them and thought of escaping from his captor.

" You know, I have been hunting Kree for my entire lifetime. I am definitely not working for your fellow narcissistic overlord," the man spoke. " My entire race is still at war against them. Methu-Selah once served the Kree Army and successfully fought and defended his planet against us for several centuries before he escaped his home planet. Yet, I am still longing to see his death. Definitely, it will start from you. "

" You're a Skrull, aren't you?! " Amnon indignantly asked. " Who are you really?!

" My, my, the former Kree-SCP 682 hybrid clone has spoken! '' the man menacingly grinned and laughed. " I'm glad you have knowledge about my race! Indeed, I am the Skrull Eternal and a loyal servant of the Skrull Empire! The name's Yaldradath! You, pink Kree, have a brighter future to become the next Kree Eternal, but I shall make you as an offering to Lady Death! So, no one will attempt to discover you! "

Amnon cocked his eyebrows and widened his eyes in shock and disbelief. Yaldradath was still grinning at him, dragging him into the darkest corners of the tunnel, throwing him into the murkiest sewage water, and watching the Kree splash, drown, and struggle to breathe. Amnon managed himself to swim up to the surface and gasped his breath. The strange man stood up on the walkway and instantly snapped his fingers, morphed into a green skinned man with wrinkles on his face and pointed ears. He retained his four red eyes and long hair. Amnon became terrified in seeing his captor transforming into a Skrull.

" Surprised, aren't ya? " the Skrull Eternal chuckled and shrugged. " Just like Methu-Selah, I lived more than millenia, but I am more powerful than him! "

" Why are you doing this?! " Amnon spat.

" It's simply because I am the most powerful representative of the Skrull race who's ready to trample every Kree and other races. We were supposed to invade this planet before they came! "

Amnon swam and found the stairs to climb up. He managed to stand up and became dripping wet. Yaldradath walked over and crossed his arms.

" I wish we could have more time to chat, but we are waiting for that undertaker who will bring you into your next life, " the Skrull continued and morphed into another form. He ended up as a seven-feet reptilian with four legs and rotting flesh along with the sharpest spikes on his back and tail. Amnon was shaking in fear and beginning to step away. Yaldradath as SCP-682 used his tail to drag him.

" Let me go! Let me go! " Amnon yelled in fear.

" Not yet, you disgusting putrid of Kree Eternal blood! "

" What are you talking about?! Me as the next Kree Eternal?! You can't be serious, Skrull! "

" I am serious, " the SCP-682 copy changed into a sterner tone of voice than before. " Then, why did Kasius catch his attention to enslave and brainwash you as an accuser?! Secondly, how come you and Methu-Selah are too close to each other?! Why can't you face the music that you are his true biological and spiritual energy successor? "

Amnon nervously gulped and remained speechless which he could not believe and understand in what the mad shape-shifter had spoken. He became too baffled from what he heard. Yaldradath used his sharp and spiky tail to injure and bleed the Kree, making him moan in pain. Amnon noticed the same blue blood flowing and dropping from his skin.

" When you were a Kree-Lizard hybrid, the same blood color had run into your system. Now, you have inherited it from the Kree Eternal which those humans forbid you to discover the truth! Therefore, I shall erase you from your existence along with Methu-Selah! "

Still struggling to break free, Amnon grimaced and thought of another way to escape. Going farther, Yaldradath instantly pushed the pink Kree into the dungeon and sent him into the mass grave of deceased mixed race people. Amnon moaned in pain and then got terrified to see them.

" Wait for your impending doom, Amnon-Selah! " the shape-shifter laughed and walked away.

The pink Kree furiously gritted his teeth and clenched his fists, yelling out in frustration. He was stuck in the pile of deceased people and smelled the obnoxious scent. Amnon had faced his consequence for not obeying his parents or anyone else and exasperatedly sighed.

" I guess I have to face my fate here, " he gloomily said to himself and silently wept. " It's over! If my real father were dead, I could join him. I'm so sorry everyone. I'm hopeless. "

Suddenly, he heard a faint voice from someone which seemed like sobbing. He turned to his left and managed to crawl up, following the direction of that sorrowful echo. Amnon noticed a young Kree-Lizard hybrid boy who was weeping over his parents' decaying bodies and felt sorry for him. The hybrid child had blue skin with patches of green scales on his face and a tail.

" Hello? " the pink Kree man called the boy's attention. " Are you okay? "

The hybrid orphan ignored him and continued weeping. Amnon crawled over to him and sat beside him. He watched the boy crying and gently placed his left hand to him. Beginning to set aside his intense hatred towards the Foundation for not telling him the truth and the mad Skrull Eternal, he understood the tremendous loss and grief of losing the child's parents.

" I'm so sorry if this has happened to you, " Amnon calmly broke his silence to show empathy. " I know how it feels to lose some important people in your life. This long invasion had tremendously shattered our lives. "

" Désolé, je ne parle pas anglais...(Sorry, I don't speak English.) " the boy sadly spoke.

" Ah...Oui, " Amnon translated his initial response in French. " Je suis vraiment désolé si cela vous est arrivé. Je sais ce que ça fait de perdre des personnes importantes dans sa vie. Cette longue invasion avait considérablement brisé nos vies. "

" Dites-moi, monsieur. Pourquoi de mauvaises choses nous arrivent-elles? (Tell me, sir. Why do bad things happen to us?) "

Amnon couldn't answer back and deeply thought of the orphan boy's question. Somehow, he wanted to tell him how harsh and dark the world has been, but this would demoralize the child's perspective of life. He had felt the same gloominess and confusion from the young French speaking hybrid and remembered what his late older cousin told him before.

" Un de mes cousins ​​bien-aimés m'a dit un jour que tous les gentils n'ont pas de fin heureuse. (A beloved cousin of mine once told me that not all good guys have happy endings.) " the pink Kree explained. " J'ai trouvé cela vrai car tout le monde vit et souffre de beaucoup d'épreuves, mais je n'ai jamais abandonné la recherche de moi-même et de mes rêves. (I found it true as everyone experiences and suffers from a lot of trials, but I never gave up searching for myself and my dreams.) "

" Rêves? Que dois-je faire une fois ce gâchis terminé?(Dreams? What should I do after this mess is all over?) "

Still in physical pain and desperation, Amnon sincerely smiled, pointed at the ceiling, and quoted Captain Mar-Vell's final words to him, " Gardez juste la tête haute sur cette étoile. Continuez à rêver, à penser et à faire de bonnes choses. (Just keep your head up on that star. Keep on dreaming, thinking, and doing good things.) " Then he looked at the boy and continued, " Je comprends que tu souffres pour tes parents. C'est bien de pleurer, mais vous devez penser et agir pour votre avenir. (I understand you are grieving for your parents. It's okay to cry, but you have to think and act forward for your future.) "

The orphaned hybrid boy ceased sobbing and listened to the pink Kree man's words. Amnon managed to stand up and extended his right hand to the child. The young Kree-Lizard hybrid reached out for Amnon's hand and slowly stood up.

" Venez avec moi, je vous aiderai à trouver une nouvelle maison et une famille. (Come with me, I'll help you find a new home and a family.) "

The young Kree-Lizard hybrid nodded and joined Amnon, but he widened his eyes in fear and saw an excessively tall, muscular, and bald man wearing a dark overcoat with some metallic trimmings. The orphan shuddered and began tightly hugging the pink Kree.

" Quel est le problème, mon garçon? (What's the matter, boy?) " Amnon curiously asked.

" Cet homme... Cet homme... Cet homme qui a tué mes parents ! Regardez derrière vous, monsieur! (That man..That man.... That man who killed my parents! Look behind you, sir!) " the boy exclaimed in fear.

Amnon looked behind and saw the bald man. He allowed the young one to cling behind him and realized that he had misplaced his rifle on the streets. He took out his remaining bullets and placed them into his pistol, aiming at the emotionless and hulking man.

" Reste derrière moi, je te couvrirai! (Just stay behind me, I'll cover you!) " he ordered.

The orphan boy nodded and closed his eyes as Amnon began firing and releasing the bullets from his pistol. The man was unaffected by the shots when the Kree paused shooting and took another load of bullets into his pistol. Amnon incessantly kept triggering and shooting the muscular brute, but his opponent remained untouched by the bullets. The man frowned and clenched his fists, seeing the pink Kree and the hybrid child as his potential prey. Amnon checked his belongings as his bullets were gone. Then, he looked at the child clinging to him, took and pulled out his last grenade, tossing it to the man.

" COURS! (RUN!) " he loudly cried.

He and the child immediately dashed away from the explosion into safety. They headed themselves onto the concrete staircase and left the underground, reaching the light from the end of it. They finally made it to the forest and saw a highway from a distance, looking at the old rusty signage: Route nationale 14. Amnon sighed in relief and noticed the boy became tired of running. He carried the young one and continued walking towards the highway, however, he looked back and gasped. The child was loudly screaming when the hulking man was still alive and slowly walking towards them. His flesh revealed on his right side and claws from his right hand that he seemed to be mutated. Still carrying the orphan, Amnon's Kree adrenaline had rushed into his veins and forced him to run for his safety. The mutated man instantly chased them as he could. On the highway, Amnon ran faster than the freak of nature and carried the orphan with him. Without his knowledge, they had reached Cergy, a northern Parisian suburb where it happened to be a ghost town.

Amnon carefully put the boy down and heavily panted which he never realized he could run faster than an ordinary human. He sat down on the street sidewalk to rest. The hybrid boy curiously looked at the tired Kree man, but he saw the same mutant approaching towards them.

" MONSIEUR! " the orphan loudly yelled. " IL VIENT À NOUS! (HE'S COMING TO US!) "

Amnon heard him and nervously gulped as he lost his bullets and tossed his last grenade to the attacker. He quickly grabbed the child's right hand and came to the unending chasing. The mutated accuser immediately rushed towards them and instantly grabbed Amnon away from the child.

" Let me go, you damn- " he paused and struggled in breaking away from the mutant.

The man emotionlessly glared at the blonde pink Kree and slashed his forearm skin and face, making him bleed profusely. Amnon loudly cried in excruciating pain. The child watched his rescuer and watered his eyes, remembering how his parents died. Then, Amnon was instantly being thrown onto the ground and moaning again in pain. The attacker used his left fist to intensely punch his gut twice when the Kree cried in agony. His blue blood gushed out from his mouth.

" METHU-SELAH! HELP ME! " he cried aloud as he was tortured by the mutant. " HELP ME! "

The new accuser repetitively punched his gut and made the Kree bleed into his demise. The child closed his eyes and couldn't tolerate his rescuer suffering tremendously. Unexpectedly, there were stray bullets grazed at the bald mutant. He angrily grimaced and looked at Allen and Karena which he halted his torture to the pink Kree.

" Keep aiming at him, Karena, " he reminded his brunette fiancé and kept shooting.

" Got it! " Karena pulled the trigger from her rifle, releasing and striking the mutant.

As the two kept shooting the accuser, Amnon coughed out blue blood from his mouth when the hybrid boy slowly crawled out near to him and wept, " Monsieur! S'il te plait, ne me quitte pas! (Monsieur! Please don't leave me!) "

" Je... mérite... de mourir ici, mon garçon... Je... rejoins mon père et rencontre... tes parents... Ma mère et ses amis prendront soin de toi...(I... deserve... to die here, boy. I'm....joining with my father and meeting...your parents...My mother and her friends will take care of you...) " the Kree weakingly replied and coughed out. " Je suis désolé...(I'm sorry...) "

" Non, s'il te plaît, ne me quitte pas! (No, please don't leave me!) "

Amnon instantly closed his eyes and breathed his last as the child wept at his rescuer. Just above the skies, Skóuro largened her eyes in shock and watered. Carol and Methu-Selah looked at her with concern when they observed on the ground. Allen and Karena paused shooting at the indestructible accuser.

" Damn it! " the dark haired mercenary heatedly cursed and lost his bullets, seeing the mutant unaffected by the intense shooting. " This piece of hellish crap is still alive! "

Karena looked at the weeping child and sadly sighed, " This is for Amnon...He should never end this way. "

" Karena, what the hell?! Are you gonna join him too?! "

" He died in vain, Allen! We could have stopped him earlier! " she wept and pulled the trigger, aiming at the skirmish goliath. Allen heard her and bowed his head.

Karena's final bullet struck the monster's chest, but he instantly removed it. The mutant was walking over to the Frenchwoman. Allen grabbed her hands and cried, " Karena, run away!! "

She was being taken away from her fiancé as the mutant readied himself to slash another victim. Suddenly, a spark of dark energy struck him down. Skóuro was weeping and angrilly gripped her sword as she kept slashing and striking the mutant down. The bald accuser was grimacing when his spurt of blood gushed out. The Dark Angel aimed at his legs and slashed them. The mutant instantly regenerated and emotionlessly looked at her. Skóuro formed a ball of dark energy and threw it. The silent one quickly dodged her attacks when she looked at Amnon's lifeless body lying on the ground and drew her sword with dark energy.

" This is for Amnon! " she cried, immediately flew towards him, and pinned him down on the chest. The dark energy had sparked the mutant as Skóuro released it.

The mutant grimaced in pain and glared at her to be her next victim. Skouro flew away for her safety, descended near Amnon, and knelt beside him along with the hybrid orphan child. He was rushing towards her as the elderly half Kree hovered in front of him. Carol radiated her both hands using her yellow gold Binary Energy from her Light Soul and instantly gave the accuser a blast punch. He was being sent flying and burned.

Carol bitterly wept, angrily gritted her teeth and continued using her Binary energy, emitting from her hands. " You killed my son! Don't you ever dare to kill me!! "

She intensely radiated her whole body and blasted the brute, making him burn. Carol had released her mother's revenge for the second time after her encounter with Buck Henderson. She panted and watched the mutant burning, but he managed to stand up and readied himself to strike the four people on the streets. Suddenly, a bright blue beacon of cosmic light had blinded him. The silent accuser was tremendously weakened from the intense onslaughts, but he wanted to strike back.

Methu-Selah was in extreme anger and grief as he used his Light Soul to blast the madman. The mutant frowned and moaned in pain as he felt an intense burning. The Kree Eternal kept blasting with his cosmic radiance as the bald accuser received a tremendous burning in his entire body, making him disintegrate. The ancient blue Kree loudly yelled and sent the murderer a final explosive blast. The hulking bald accuser's life had finally ended, becoming ashes and dust.

" Amnon, please wake up! " Skóuro wept and kept shaking the pink Kree's lifeless body. " Your family and friends are here! Please don't leave us! "

Carol sat beside the Dark Angel and silently wept, placing her recently deceased son's head on her lap and gently kissing his forehead. Allen, Karena, and the orphaned hybrid boy surrounded him. Methu-Selah watered his eyes and bowed in grief on seeing his son lying on the ground.

" Amnon, I know you're still here, " the Kree Eternal sadly thought and sensed his son's soul wandering around the place and watching his lot. " I'm so sorry I had let you into this, but I have to let you wake up. I will tell you everything once this invasion is over. I hope you can understand."

The Kree Eternal knelt down in between Carol and Skóuro and seriously said, " He's not going anywhere. "

" What? How did you know?! " Skouro raised her voice to the Kree Eternal in disbelief. " How would you revive him? "

" I can sense his soul using my cosmic awareness. He hasn't crossed over to the other universe yet, " he answered and channeled his light soul energy to his son's body by placing his both hands onto the chest.

" It's not yet his time to go, " Carol gently rubbed her eyes and formed a ball of white light from her hands, summoning Amnon's soul to join the created light ball before entering his body.

Skouro noticed the Kree couple reviving their son and decided to use her dark energy as she held the pink Kree's both hands and channeled it, radiating his body along with the Kree Eternal's energy. The other three watched their resuscitating act. Amnon's soul rushed to get into his mother's created ball of light and jumped into it. The bright light ball hovered into the body and entered. The radiances from his father and the MTF General Commander had sparked an energy inside him and gradually started his heart beating. Amnon slowly began inhaling and exhaling and opened his eyes, seeing a blurry into clear vision of the people surrounding him. Carol and Methu-Selah both hugged their son when Amnon became dazed and disoriented. The orphan hybrid boy was in awe as Karena explained everything to him in French.

" Glad to see you again, son. " the Kree Eternal greeted.

" Welcome back, Amnon, " Skouro smiled at him and continued holding his hands.

" M-Master...Mom...Skóuro..." he weakingly spoke. " What's going on?! Why is Allen and Karena here? What am I doing here? "

" Kid, don't force yourself to talk, " Carol sincerely smiled and kissed her son's forehead. " You have a long day. You really need to rest."

" But?! "

" Son, we will explain later on, " Methu-Selah carried his son's body. " Get some rest, we're going home. "

" What about that bald freak of nature? What happened to him? "

" Relax there, bud, " Allen assured and joked. " You had gone wild earlier. That accuser crap is dead as a dodo. So, get some long sleep and eat the whole kitchen once we reach home. Next time, don't go Lone Ranger or you'll end up in a funeral service. "

" Right... " Amnon chuckled and nervously grinned.

(Plot idea by Knightfall077)

(Allen Stroud and Yaldadrath belongs to Knightfall077)

(Skoúro Valour and Buck Henderson belongs to FlashlightMan)