Glaring at the sky, a heavily wounded boy the age of twelve leaned on a brick wall. Everywhere was painted red, a cold look on his face as he watched three people fly away in the night sky. How could they do this! He trusted them so much, but that was the worst thing about betrayal. It never came from an enemy. The boy didn't want to die, he wasn't scared of death oh no, he was scared that he'd never get his revenge. Darkness enveloped his consciousness, death was coming for him. The skeleton with a scythe and and black robes stood over him.
"It's over, please take my hand-" But the boy refused. "I don't want to die!"
"Everyone doesn't-" But the skeleton was cut off. "Not until I get my revenge."
"... revenge is such a cruel thing. Are you sure you want to chase after it?" The skeleton asked, a hint of genuine care and worry in its voice. There was a determined look in dead's eye, he was sure as all hell he wanted to chase after it. "I am."
Suddenly the reaper's entire aura changed from caring to extremely dangerous. It made him want to run away in fear, but his will forced him to stay there. "I will ask once again, are you sure?"
"I. Am." The boy was ready to do whatever it takes for revenge. Even if it meant death all the same, he was ready to die for what he wanted. "... if it is your choice, let's make a deal."
"Give me the souls of those three kids by the end of thirty days, or the end of this month. In return, I'll give you the tools for revenge, if you succeed you may live. If you die or are unable to finish the quest, I'll send your soul to the darkest pits of the void."
With no hesitation the boy nodded and grabbed the skeletons outreached hand. There was a sort of glint in the reaper's eye as it looked at the hand. It nodded. "I'll give you one chance of living. May this second chance be worth it. I will warn you however, the fifteen that made a deal with me for revenge never completed it in the end."
"Then I'll break the record." The skeleton laughed almost maniacally. "The administrator said you'd be a perfect fit, he's never wrong. Welcome to the world Agent Endless."
The moon lit up brighter, as the boy opened his eyes he saw that all his injuries were gone. Perfect. The reaper kept its part of the deal, now it was time for him to do the same. He got up with heavy breathing, his body was still going through shock of being forcefully revived. It was taking a huge toll on his body, though revived stress never went away. There was a sort of hooded skull on his right shoulder, presumably the contract's evidence. As he looked into the contract, his mind was filled with but a single sentence.
The power of infinite clones, let this be your tool of revenge, O boy named Rowan. Rowan smiled almost cruelly, cloning? Perfect, now he just needed to know the rules and limits of this power. Fortunately the symbol seemed to hear his call. Clones will be different than others, these clones gain your full combat ability and other things. Basically an almost perfect copy of you, other than the the fact that they won't have your memories. They know basic skills but not your memories. Every time a clone learns something it will be brought back to you, if they learn martial arts you'll be able to do the same. You can at most summon one clone, but for every person you kill you'll get a new clone. Though if they do build muscle, it won't be apparent on you but you will have the strength, speed, or stamina of that body building clone.
Rowan summoned the first clone, it was similar to him, there were a few major differences though. The clone's face was different from Rowan's but it was similar, not similar enough to be siblings but it could be like coincidently more alike strangers. Perfect, it was exactly what he needed. The clone looked at Rowan as if looking for orders.
"Do you have a name?" A stupid question indeed, one Rowan would never expected to be answered. "My name is A1, or Aaron Kyle."
"Aaron, huh." Rowan said slowly, a plan forming in his head. "Since you are a clone, does this mean you know all the skills I know?"
"Yes, I also know any information you know as well." Rowan chuckled with evil intent, whatever the clone learned would be transferred to him. Wasn't Aaron basically a walking AFK machine? Naturally Rowan would give Aaron basic respect, but that was as far as it went. Rowan could and would force Aaron to learn boxing skills everyday with barely any stops.
Aaron seemed to sense this, a small smile on his lips formed. "Then you'll be glad to know this, we clones have quadruple the stamina and get energy twice as fast as the average human. But you don't get these effects."
Rowan supposed it would be right, he shuddered to imagine if he got that type of body. A though immediately sprouted in his mind. Why waste time learning about more basic skills like farming or sewing? He could learn these skills after he got his revenge and didn't get his soul sucked. "Do you have an identity card or that sort of stuff?"
"Yes, if you want to ask just attribute it to magic." Rowan opened his mouth as Aaron quickly said that. Rowan closed it and grinned. "As your first mission, go to the local kickboxing club and begin training there. I'll await your success."
Aaron brought his left leg behind his right one and brought his left foot to the side of his right as it was in a sort of sprinting motion. Aaron put his left arm to his stomach and his right arm to his back and bowed. "From one agent to the next, this is the manners between agents."
Rowan did it too, the two bowed. Aaron left as Rowan brought his body up. So, who were these agents?