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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 · Urbain
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I needed you. But you betrayed me.

LANCE

Finally Lista showed his true self. I don't know if this is possible. He transformed. He shed his own skin like snakes wriggle out of theirs. New flesh green musk rippled in his arms. He pulled out his face, revealing a skully green skinned man with a shock hollow cheeks and teeth twice the size of dentures. 

He outgrew his human size. He became taller – seven, maybe eight feet tall – his muscles tripled its size. Large pulsing veins transverse on his ripped bare chest. A man, the same build as the new him stands by his side. 

I resisted the urge to run on that spot. I kept my feet planted on the ground. The shadows detecting my fear. They swirled around me. Not exactly comforting but it gives me an edge to stay focused. To never lose track of my goal.

What did I came here for? To kill them.