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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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Vol.2: Sam

Samuel Mckinsey (Formerly known as Two)

Sam could not identify where he is. He's in a seemingly harmless room. With seemingly harmless candle. And a seemingly harmless window that looks out to a run down city. The first thing he thought strange is the smell. 

It smells charred woods and burnt flesh. He examined his room. Except for the bed he slept in, there's practically no more furniture inside. He padded his clothes. Clean. A plain white shirt and a gym shorts. Paired with tennis shorts. He remembered this is not the clothes he wore last time. 

Did someone changed him? Who would? He raise his arms and smell his underarms. He doesn't smell. Strange. There's no wind coming inside the room. Since he tends to sweat, body odors can't be prevented.