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

"Are they any dead in here?" I ask. Seven nods. I scuttled on my feet and jump to the set of stairs leading to the trapdoor.

I lift off the metal rod. I open the right door and peek to the world above. It was too dark yesterday I didn't notice...

The fence that cut off the nasty alleyways and suspicious bars on our left, is pretty much a good fifty meters away from us.

From the right, down to the last street, is a peaceful subdivision. I see cars passing by me. Housewives leaning toward their neighborhood yard for fresh gossips. This trapdoor is obscured by the bushes facing the road.

And on my back, is an inconspicuous blue house with dark windows tightly shut. The basement we're in belong to this house. We're tresspasers.

I wonder who lives here. I wonder if they knew Jesper. I wonder where he is now. My eyes landed at the thick trees growing behind the house.

I raise them