Chapter 5 A walk in the past

What is to be expected of a young lady like me, when my time spent on KasKus grounds solemnly revolved around death threatening training and with little bits of rest in between each session?,

Only for me to go back to the field of our training grounds, to restart the repeated circle of avoiding getting myself killed by the many death traps our government's spy agency, KasKus had set up to use in our Spy Mission training.

But apart from the times I am expected to report in for my training sessions,

I'm usually free to enjoy the rest of each day's evening.

Back in those days, I made sure to often steal our TV'S remote control, whenever I intended spending my time quite close to our agency's large Screen, just to watch my Michael matches.

It was so much so that even the games that's yet to be played, which have unfortunately collided with my training sessions, made me deliberately miss attending my training sessions.

In fact, let's just say that I have, because of Michael Clearance, gotten my fair share of so many of our past KasKus punishments over the years,

All for the sake of my incessant fantasy's of a football player, and one whose celebrity lifestyle is world's apart from mine.

But damned, Michael Clearance was just too handsome to be ignored.

Previously before my puberty could've kick started, and prior to the time my erotic fantasies of Michael Clearance had begun, I wouldn't have allowed myself to escape our KasKus agency's walls,

especially after witnessing the sort of punishment a much younger André Davis got subjected to upon her return from her four days of unregistered adventure outside the KasKus walls,

However, André's four days of adventure is also the major reason why KasKus had me kidnapped by the streets of Sin city, when I was just eleven years of age.

They took me from a place where I had myself well hidden and managing to survive as a street begger after my parents murder, right inside our home, during my family's dinner time.

Nevertheless, It was not until André Davis luckily came back did KasKus realize that they had wrongly apprehended an untrained replica of André Davis, their child agent .

It was a bizarre moment for me to watch myself standing feets away from where a much younger André had stood exactly like myself,

but knowing that this girl, despite standing within a touching distance, was actually not myself, nor was she an apparition.

André Davis and myself had stood there, studying each other, trying but failing woefully to make out a tangible reason that can explain our identical looks.

At least, to the best of our childish knowledge, and of the questions that 11 years' limited minds could carry.

Nevertheless, soon it became apparent that our two weren't the only ones that were surprised as well.

KasKus high profile officer's had also been puzzled by the sheer heights of our doppelganger,

before finally recovering out of their shock and having André dragged out to begin facing her punishment.

As much as I was glad that I wasn't the one to get punished as I had been early on, I Fiona Dallas however can't forget how enraged I became some days later after seeing André Davis' physical state while she was being forcefully dragged out from an underground cell.

The situation had been so horrific to my little self, being the only surviving member of my family, and coupled with the death of my parents,

I had every reason to become scared to my bones upon the very moment I was able to glance at my look alike's blood coated appearance.

Seeing as how we weren't even related twins, it baffles me till this day of just how deeply I found myself feeling this other girls tears of agony,

I honestly couldn't stand doing nothing when another child like me and the exact replica of myself, laid to the extremely cold ground wallowing in excruciating pain.

This single act of kindness from my part, is among the reasons why André Davis and myself have till this day remained blossom buddies.

But dammit, André Davis' face & body was badly beaten and unmercilessly messed up,

Sure enough, it scared the living shit out of any absurd thoughts I was nursing of a future planned escape from my kidnappers.

Yet, it however couldn't stop me from climbing over KasKus high walls many times than I could count, a long haul later.