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

Seven reached out to Magnus wrist. She closed her fingers around the gold bracelet and put her other hand, her palm to be precise on Magnus's wounds. Slowly, I can see it. She's drawing her power from the bracelet and channeling it to his wounds.

I don't know how the heck she does that. I only know its extra difficult for her to keep it up. The rim of her eyes are turning red. Her nose is dripping blood. She's turning deathly pale. Sam is eyeing her warily. But scared to meddle in.

I am too. Among the three of us, I can attest Seven has the most powerful blessing. She can do the exact opposite of what I can do. That's how life works. So maybe she can restore the almost dead cell in Magnus's gut.

Or kill the wounds that's eating away his flesh.

I tried the doorknob on. Immediately withdrew my hand. It's molten hot. My palm is steaming from the contact. My flesh… first degree burn..? No. I see the pink flesh spots so it must be second.

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