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 don't know what's going to happen. It only took me a while before my eyes to adjust against the darkness. The bulb above is illuminating only faint lights. But I can discern my surrounding. Slowly at first.

I was in a solitary rectangular room with a single chair. No bed, no toilet, no food just a room. Then everything around me lit in bright fluorescent light. I tripped on my feet. I covered my eyes.

The barricading walls around me lowered. And I was in a wide hall. Alone. At least I am, until the door hisses and fifteen Beasts, all eighty foot tall. Like giant statues with bats and knuckles so big I'm afraid they'll blast me to the sky like baseball came in.

I gaped. The towering height, the ripped muscles, the sheer strength… It's nothing compared to the baby Beasts I use to pound my fist with.

My new hell