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

"Wha - what?!" I scrambled from my seat. Too surprise I topple down the ground.

"You heard me. Kill him. Don't let anyone know."

"Oh please, it's not that difficult. You only need to graze him with your blessing. And he dies. End of story."

I started to panic. With my elbow, I stand up and slid the paper back to her.

"Ple - please I can't do that. I couldn't possibly murder -"

She let out an irritated sigh. "Please stop acting like a pure innocent boy. Did you forget what you did in the Chicago roof? Haven't you been wondering what happened to the humans that disappeared out there?"

My first thought: I can't kill any humans. No. Those cornfields is enough. It took days before I could forgive myself for that. And if it's humans... I don't think I can get over that guilt.

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