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

Sam drown his misery and longing through his fist.

"Be a man, Sammy."  He remembered his father say. "Real men don't back down without a fight."

"I know." Sam muttered. The gloves is covered with sweat caused by his hands. The shirt he's wearing is soaked with sweat. He just went to bath three hours ago. The shampoo and soap smelled like exaggerated sweet scent gone wrong. It made him vomit a few times.

Some pop crunch gone to waste and drained.

With a final kick, the chain holding on the heavybag collapsed. The compact foam inside seems to crush on Sam's fist. Creating a small dent that get larger and larger as he continued his assault.

"I'm a goner." he said. Before he collapsed to the ground, heaving.  He flung the gloves and handwrap across the training room. Wiping the sweat off his face using the towel he left on the stool beside him.

Vol.2 Sam