phoenixhyperion

**READ ME**

THIS BOOK WILL BE UNDER REVISION.

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My name? Lance Augustus
Age? 15
Nickname? Five. 
Why they call me that? Because the mark tells us so. 
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"Don't be stupid, steer out of trouble, and whatever happens, stay alive." 

I really don't know why Dad always repeat those words to me everyday. I take heed of his words. Play by his rules, never dared to go against him except if it's extremely necessary.

He's all that I need to get by. Our life was ordinary. Everything was perfectly fine, perfectly normal, just an everyday routine we get used to live. But then this guy calling himself 'The Seeker' came... And he start making a mess out of my life. 

He said I have powers. - Who believe that crap?
He said I have extraordinary abilities. - Cool! I want to be Superman.
He said I was chosen. - Who? The god of newbie bullies? 
The mark of five imprinted deep into my skin proves that I am one of the TWELVE. - You sure it's not a tattoo? I firmly believe it's a tattoo. 

I never believe him. I drove him out. I did not listen. I wish I did. Maybe he could have help me. Maybe he could have save me from the trouble of falling right into their trap. I know nothing. Because of my stubbornness I lost everything. So now I'm all alone. But she stretch her hand to me. She gave me hope. She invited me to come. And I did. 

So our search began. For the remaining TEN.
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They called me FIVE

I didn't took out the serrated knife from it's eyes. I discovered this recently. There's a part of me.. a nasty brutal part that's willing to kill. Willing to spill more blood. Though it doesn't scare me. As long as it's not humans.

I'm cool with anything. I double my grip in the knife and plunge it across the Beast's eyes. Blood gushes out, wail as horrible as it's breath punk out. The Beast grab me by the leg and flung me in the air.

In a split second I was floating in mid space. Another split second and I'm screaming my own voice out. I expected to hit the wall squarely. Not the open window I didn't know was there behind me. I flailed my arms, I tried to grab whatever thing I could hold before I fell three storey down.

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