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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. ___________________________________

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Madel's inn

LANCE

"We have no choice," I said. Alpha Beast sag his small head in his colorful blue feathers. Resigning to what I said.

We stepped out of the clearing. Dirty and more homeless looking than those crooked old men I saw loitering in the side street. There's a two lane road stretching to both side, opposite us, are two storey shops and houses with signs that reads MADEL'S INN.

There's an abandoned gasoline station to our left and a waiting shed to our right. I don't know what it's for. There's no bus stop in here. Not even cars or taxis driving by. I see a group of rowdy men in the distance. Hooked up in their racing cars, blaring and banging their cars.

Car racing. I guessed. The place is quiet, no cops, not much pedestrians. Perfect for car racing. I nudge the others to get inside Madel's inn.

"But we don't have money." Sam protested.

"How would you know that?" I raised my brow at him.

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