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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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Still no plan

LANCE

Break out?

"Yeah, let's do that. Question is, how? We need a plan." I said. 

"Mmm hmm, I've been waiting you know. It was easy to break out of here. But we need to locate where they hid the real Seven. Hey, imposter, don't you know where she is?"

"Dunno. Could be dead somewhere." Seven said. (maybe I shouldn't refer to her with that name, since she's fake.)

I squirm under my seat. It was weird having conversation in my head when I can't see the person I'm talking. But…something is weighing on me. That night back in Opra, that moment I blasted Magnus off because of my foolishness… I couldn't just… 

"Say that 'dead' word one more time and I'll skin that fake skin of yours, ugly maggot."

"I'm not ugly you prick! I'm cute!"

"Who cares?!"

"Hey, Magnus?" I interrupted their bickering.

"Yeah?"