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

"We're not done." the figure said. It's voice still smooth, unaffected by Sam's tantrums.

"I have nothing to say to you. Get out."

The figure did not move an inch. "Should I drag you out? Rip that mask and shove your face in the sink? Do you want me to go that far humiliating you? Out. Now."

"You have no authority to do that." the figure said. "Please sit down." it urged.

"No. You need to get out." Sam countered. The figure shake his head. He can imagine the face beneath the mask. Clicking his tongue in disgust. Sam is used to be scorned. No need for masks to hide it from him.

"Why do you think I showed you the footage of your friend killing the people you left behind?"

Sam froze. Taken aback by the sudden question. "Isn't...Isn't it-it to show me? He's my friend. And you wish to inform me of what he'd done. You probably want me to go with him again. Befriend him. Stop him from killing other candidates."

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