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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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Trouble

LANCE

I stumble along in darkness. The hands wrap around in my arms are hard. Creepily bone hard. I imagine this Wayne Rec Center was in the middle of the city, I heard the rattle of fence. A gate opened, along with hurried voices and strange shuffles of feet. 

My feet scrape against the pebbles of stones and sand. Then the surface change into metal surface. The place around me suddenly turned quiet. Only our feet echoed loudly. At my left, Lista said,

"Dan, prepare our prisoners." I stopped midway. 

Prisoners…he don't mean Magnus and Seven? 

"Hey, keep walking kid." Lista pushed me forward. The two skully warriors who had my arms drag me with them, forcing my feet to stumble with the chains tugging on my skin. We've crossed narrow hallways and catwalks, sometimes they need to squeeze themselves around me so we'll fit.