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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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Destruction

LANCE

I'm awestruck by his presence. Intimidated by what he said. I'm suddenly possessed by the urge to crawl my way out of this creepy hole of Elvis Presley's twin brother and hop back into the world where I'll finally kill Dad and Lista.

"Umm hi..?" 

The world shifted and we are back into the battle I was in seconds ago. The time freeze and everybody goes 'pause' mode during movie marathons. There's Magnus, face frozen in annoyance as he stared at the nothingness before him. I found Seven making her branches grow like jelly worms out of a sick kid, crushing skully warriors to dust. 

And there's Lista and Dad. Faces completely horrified staring at a shadow figure covered in black. The more I looked, the more I'm convinced it was me. 

"What's going on here?" I asked the Elvis Presley deity version. His eyes were completely transfixed to what I'm looking.