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 hate to break it to you but the plan failed.

The idiots are taking their time too long in busting us out of our cells down to our torture rooms. It's now my time to have my limbs cut off. Or supposed to be. Judging what happened yesterday, Lista threatening me through Magnus to bring fake Seven back to life… is more likely gonna happen again.

And we're waiting exactly for that to come. Twenty times I heard Magnus paced around his cell, kicking and punching walls out of impatience. He demands fake Seven's 'fake death' act too. Saying its so lame he could tell right away she's still alive.

He suspects the others too. I told them she managed to convince me. Magnus grunts.

"You ever see her face turned placid white? Or muscles running stiff then limp?"

I think it over. "You mean rigor mortis?"

Master of death or monster?