The ten years old is leaning on his seat while a black figure suddenly appears and kneels down in front of him. "Young Master, the FBI got aware of the invasion of Vine Cruise Gang in the Academy" said the man.
"How did they get the information?" – the young man
"According to our men in FBI Headquarters, It is Alexander Cicero who reported the unusual silence of the Academy"
The young man frowned, "Then, who tipped her?"
"According to Asuncion Net, Sandra Cicero is the one who said it to her father as if she knows there's something wrong is going to happen there" – the man
"Lets watch for now but interfere when she's in danger" – the young man
"Yes, Young Master"
After the black figure left, the young man is looking outside the window while recalling the past two years ago.
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There were ninety-nine subjects for the cloning experimentation. These subjects were abandoned children or sold by parents/ relatives. He was part of the latter, who was sold by his uncle secretly because he is a bastard child of his father.
They arranged these children by numbers. Because he was the last young man who arrived, they had assigned him number ninety-nine to him.
"From now onward, your names will be your assigned numbers. In here, your family wealth is insignificant for survival. There are neither rich nor poor children. If you want to survive, be certain you are physically compatible and you will be rewarded or your wish will be granted" a scarred-face man sternly said while he had shouted for them to hear his voice clearly. Well, it is difficult for him when dealing with them.
"Listen to the instructions! You will be divided into nine batches. Each batch must enter to their designated room similar to your batch number. That's all. Disperse!" he continued.
Each batch lined up in front of their designated room while the assigned staff read aloud their names.
When his name was called, he entered the room. His eyes widened with horror. He witnessed the forceful push of the doctor-cloaked men to the children who entered before him, to enter a cylindrical capsule.
The fearful cries of these children echoed on his ears. He closed his eyes while he had heard their endless sorrows while tears fell down on his cheeks.
His heart was shaken because of being helpless but strengthened his spirit and opened his eyes.
Unexpectedly, he saw an emotionless little girl standing beside the assigned staff of the room.
Her deep blue eyes, blond-colour hair, smooth white skin, pointed-nose and undeveloped thinned body stood out among the children - entering inside the cylindrical capsule.
He was caught off guard when he saw her frowned and had looked away. She felt the presence of someone's gaze focusing on her. She looked around but didn't see anyone looking at her.
"No. 99!" the assigned staff called his name – which is the number.
"Here!" said and entered the cylindrical capsule without struggling. He didn't know why but he didn't want her to see him being weak.
When the doctor-cloaked men started the machine, the cries of children echoed throughout this four-cornered wall.
No. 99 took a deep breath. He tried to withstand the pain caused by the chemical inside the cylindrical capsule. It smelt rotten and almost tore his skin.
He wanted to knock out himself so that he couldn't feel this pain but he saw her , caressing the glass of cylindrical capsule while looking at him worriedly.
He didn't know why but the pain couldn't torment him anymore even though it still tore his skin slowly.
She frowned when she saw his skin tore apart slowly.
"Stop this! He will die if he continues!" she shouted at the assigned staff. The assigned staff checked the condition of No. 99's body.
"He will be fine---" she didn't want to the assigned staff's reason and immediately pressed the button to open the cylindrical capsule.
It opened and revealed his body, full of burnt.
"What are you doing, Sandra?!" the assigned staff shouted.
"But he is suffering!" Sandra shouted.
"Let it be, Sandra! It will be your turn soon!" he shouted.
"Release him!" - Sandra
"No!" – assigned staff
"Shut up!" a black suit man appeared and held Sandra forcefully. He dragged her towards the empty cylindrical capsule and pushed her inside.
No. 99 heard everything even though his body was weak and tried to open her eyes. His eyes weakened when that black suit man pushed the little girl inside the cylindrical capsule.
He fought himself to stay awake but he couldn't. He felt so weak yet determined but it was too late when the little girl slowly lost her consciousness.
No. 99's tears slid down on his cheek without realizing it himself. He wished he could protect her when he wakes up.
Unfortunately, No. 99 didn't see the little girl when he woke up from one year coma inside the cylindrical capsule. He kept looking around the vicinity but no one could tell him where they placed her cylindrical capsule until his legs felt soft and kneeled while crying.
Even though they met in a day, he could feel her worries when looking at him through the cylindrical capsule.
And one day, he was planning to get out of this place. "There will be chance I can find you, may not now but in the near future" he murmured and gathered those children who have resentment on the secret organization.
After three months of careful planning, they executed it and successfully got out of that hell.
He got twenty children with him who also executed the plan from different corner of the building without alerting the authority unless they get caught before reaching the meeting place.
They thought they, finally, have freedom but getting out of that place is just the beginning.
The twenty children, he was with, struggled because of cruel reality of life but No. 99 didn't give up. He decided to attend underworld bloody match called Survival Arena and slowly getting a rank.
Although he couldn't forget that little girl, he still fought with all his best inside the Survival Arena until he caught the attention of the boss of the Underworld. He couldn't even believe it at first but the boss claimed him as the heir.
However, for him, these are useless because she's not beside him, supporting his decision.
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His phone vibrated and the name of his subordinate appeared on the screen. He picked it up while listening to the report about the invasion of Vine Cruise Gang in Wesley Academy.
On the other side, Sandra smiles happily towards Samantha – who still looks calm. She really wishes that Samantha is her twin sister.
"Thank you for reporting it immediately, Alexander. I don't know what to do if you are not here with us" he said while proudly smiling.
"Uncle, Samantha is the one who discovered it!" Sandra angrily insisted. She doesn't want others to get the credit intended for her claimed-to-be twin sister.
"Samantha?" Mr. Hugo looks puzzled.
"Hmph! Without my sister Samantha, no one could possibly know the situation of Wesley Academy before the bloody struggles occurred" Sandra said. It sounds like she is complimenting Samantha but behind the meaning of it , is sarcasm.
Mr. Hugo's mouth twitched and left begrudgingly and Sandra's lip lifted upward.
"I need sleep now, Sandra. I have to go now" Samantha said and left while yawning.
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Samantha is now sleeping without dreaming of Sandra's situation. She didn't know why but she got better sleep right now.
Early in the morning, she does exercises and practices martial arts. She has a light weight body which makes her easily move from one tree to another.
Anyway, her private classes will start in a few minutes so she prepared herself. Her body is not yet used to physical exercises but she could still keep up with it.
"Young Miss, your professor is now inside the gym. Please meet him now" her personal maid said.
"Okay, I'll be right there" she replied and ran faster to the gym.
She halted and saw her grandfather with a young man on his 20s. It seems like they talked about a serious topic so she doesn't sit near them but the spot is enough to be noticed by them.
"Samantha, he is Leonne Almenco. He is a top world-class assassin. He can impart to you his knowledge about assassination" Zandro introduced the profession of Leonne without batting an eye. It sounds like it is normal for him to let Samantha learn about assassination.
"Is it fine for her to learn it on her age?" Leonne asked with worries.
"It's fine. She must learn it" Zandro firmly said without waiting for opinion of both of them.
Leonne sighed and looked at Samantha. He couldn't imagine that there will be a day he must teach an eight years old child about assassination. Isn't it ridiculous?!