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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. ___________________________________

phoenixhyperion · 都市

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243 Chs

Treat

LANCE

We lay Seven in one of the bedrooms. Ransacking every room for first aid kit and bandages. Sam's feet condition is more terrible than I thought. Some of his skin are peeled off. Exposing the red flesh. The blood won't stop flowing.

Seven is... After we gathered the bandages, disinfectants and other bottles necessary to dress the wounds, we came back where we left her to rest.

She lay sprawled against the headboard. Short legs spread in the mattress, her two hands is clutching her stomach. We gave her some spare clothes from the Twylyth's room in the back. A pair of red shirt and a grey jog pants.

But that wasn't enough to stop her blood overflowing. Her grey pants have blood tracing down to the white sheet. Her hands are coated with blood. Pooling the white sheets, painting the headboard red. Matting her red shirt. The blood glittered darkly, black as tar in the darkness.

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