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

"Thank you. I'll open a path for you." I said.

Sam nods. He scoop Magnus in his arms and lifted him off his feet. I scuttle to the corner. Have them take a step backward, away from the cannibals who's been eyeing and licking their lower lips at Magnus's direction.

My hand with the sledgehammer moved on it's own. Memories from Dad's training wash over me. The beatings, the relentless sparring, the unstoppable knockouts.

My ribs suddenly aches at my side. As if the bruises and cuts he inflict on me is still there. I'm tempted to close my eyes. Savor the moments I spent with Dad. But I couldn't. I need to face these cannibals.

If I need to sacrifice another rib or leg just to send Magnus and Sam at the second floor I will. That man is no father of mine.

He never had any drop of parental feelings for me. And he's already dead. No need to remember those who passed on. They are all expendables. We all are.

Make it