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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

Sam frowns. C1?

Is that even a name? The figure cocked his head. Hand still outstretch, but motionless. Waiting for him to sit on the chair prepared opposite to the figure. Sam swallowed the doubt at the back of his mind and sat as the figure urged.

It nods. At the wall across from Sam, something siizzt. Sam thought another one of C1 figure will come. It didn't. Instead, the familiar notice he always saw projected in the elevator came. It pops into existence. Sam look over his shoulder. Craned his neck upwards. Searching where it came from.

He saw nothing. Sam swallowed the urge to jump into the figure and demand explanation. Play safe. He whispered to himself. He must play safe. Plan safe. Tread safe. Or it will be his head he will see decorated on his own bedroom wall.

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