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

Just a little more and I could have gnash whoever splash smoke bombs inside the apartment.

I keep my ears alert for a soft shuffling of feet or whispers above the smoke. I pick up nothing. I inhaled some to my lungs. Then breathe in relief.

There wasn't any sleeping or poison components. Just a usual smell of choking smoke when burning down houses.

What I didn't expect, is for the transparent figure to stand out behind me. I can see shaggy head, build same as me, and a hand reaching out to touch me.

It's Sam. This is Sam. This smoke is to bring out Sam. It's a trap. I leaped to tackle him down. Too late. A rope, with thorny sides wrapped at my chest, tying both of my hands down.

Somebody pulled me away from Sam. I land at the floor with a loud crash. Body squirming, convulsing, the rope is not your ordinary boat sailing knot rope. It's electrical. And definitely connected to some power source.

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