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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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vol. sam

A rope shoot out of nowhere and strangle the frail girl. It took hold of her delicate neck and with a strong jolt, her body is lifted in the air. Snapping her neck in half with a painful crunch.

The remaining three boys look frantically at each other. None of them did it. One boy, the spiky headed one with piercing on his ear attack the other boy near him. The boy is ready. He flung out his dagger and it pierce the spiky headed boy in his chest.

Blood gush out. The boy continued to stab him, thrice five times, ten times until spiky head collapsed in the ground. Drowning with his own pool of blood.

There are only two. Sam counted. He waited for his moment. Last one. Whoever is the last one standing he'll drive the dagger right into its skull. Spilling his brain inside out. There's not much difference in their physique. Sam observes. Both lean. Mucles decorating forearms. Strong grip. Strong fists.

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