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They called me FIVE

**READ ME** THIS BOOK WILL BE UNDER REVISION. ******* My name? Lance Augustus Age? 15 Nickname? Five. Why they call me that? Because the mark tells us so. _________________________________ "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. ___________________________________

phoenixhyperion · Urban
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Red baby beast with a clown face

LANCE

Sensations never left even after I wake up. I still feel the cackles of living energy at the tip of my skin. Shock hasn't abandon my limbs. I'm panting, I'm sweating furiously. My heartbeat is drumming against my chest.

That dream. That girl. That was Moon rose. So the blue rose she's been giving me was the same rose that man I possessed used to give her? Wait, am I a replacement for her long lost love? How helplessly heartsick is she?

Damn, I'm having goosebumps just thinking back on my dying moment. It felt so real my body can't forget how awful it is.

"What's wrong with you?" Dad asked. He reached out and brush my hair. That's all he did. Then an electric current crack between us and I jumped. Dad stumbled in his feet. I looked down at my hands, see the black veins I saw in Magnus flowing at my own veins.

"Son, what's that?" Dad saw it too. Which means this is not my imagination.