James blinked and saw Stiles and his friend laughing at him. He tried to break free and noticed he was tied to a pole. "Why do you keep coming after me? Do you think you can avenge what I did to you? I am the kingpin around here. Don't you wonder why the school authorities didn't take it up? That is because they fear my father. They know what he would do to them if they laid a finger on me." Stiles barked at James.
James tried to break free of the ropes around him, but he couldn't. He would have loved to break every tooth in Stile's mouth and probably kill him. "Untie me!" James shouted at Stiles, and he laughed again. "Maybe you should call on your dead mother. I am sure she would be more than happy to come save you. I heard you have been running all your life. Here, I am going to make your life so miserable that you would wish you had stayed dead with your mother." Stiles giggled They ransack James bag and found the spectacle. "Give it back! It is mine." James shouted in anger. "Give it back? You still have the nerves to yell and shout at me." Stiles looked at James faces. He beckoned for Mark to come with the baseball in his hands. "Throw it up." Stiles commanded Mark threw the baseball up, and Stiles hit it. It hit James straight on the face, making his eyes almost pop out of their sockets. James shouted in agony as blood oozed out of his eyes. "You should know when you keep the hell shut!" Stiles added He collected the spectacle from Mark and looked at James. "No,no, don't do this, Stiles. I am sorry; I should have said to come after you. Please not that, don't do that." James pleased [Squash] James watched as the spectacle got broken while Stiles and his friend walked away, leaving him. to the pole. "Do you think he can free himself? shouldn't we free him?" Mark asked, looking at James, who looked pitiful. "NNah, I want him there. I am sure he would learn his lesson if he stayed that way for a long time." Stiles replied as he walked away with the rest of his friends, giggling. James burst into tears as he tried to reach for the glasses. He remembered that his mother had guided the spectatles all her life, and some kids just treated them like nothing. James gripped his hands in anger, trying to break the rope, but he couldn't. He remembered that he had enough strength to defeat Luke, but could it break a mere rope? The sound of the rumbling thunder could be heard. James looked up and saw it was going to rain soon. He looked at the spectacles and knew the hard pour of the rain could wash them off. The rain began to pour heavily, soaking James bags and books. He looked pitiful and prayed that someone should come his way, but it looked like James prayers had gone unanswered. Suddenly, the thunder crackled, hitting the pole, and James was tied too. His eyes glowed again, and his powers came back. James managed to set himself free. He felt tired and worn out. He walked slowly, grabbed his backs and the broken spectacle, and walked back home. ***************************************************************** Stiles walked into the luxurious mansion and met his father, who was drinking some wine. "What is the occasion, dad?" I have never seen you this happy." Stiles looked at his father, who was having a nice time. "Let's just say your father is about to become the most feared and richest man in the country." Luke looked at his son. "But we are rich fathers, and we are only second to Frederick's." Stiles replied, satisfied with their current position. "I don't want to be second. I want to be the first, and you should start working towards that too. Don't let that bitch control you anymore!" Luke shouted at his son. "I know, father; I heard she even had the boy I bashed his head on treated. I hate the fact that you always bow to me, Klaus." Stiles said it with anger and looked at his father. "Not anymore. We just need those spectacles, and that is all." Luke replied, and Stiles twitched. "What spectacle? Can you describe it, father?" Stiles asked He remembered he had seen one that he and his friend collected from James. Luke looked at him and wondered why he wanted him to describe the spectacle. He brought out a pen and immediately drew the goggle. "Yes, that is it." One of my schoolmates has it. We broke it when we taught him a lesson from his life." Stiles said with a smile on his face. "You did what? You fool!" Luke shouted and gave Stiles a smack on the face. "You should have brought it to me! You should have asked me if I needed it. We could have been powerful. We would rule the world and become unstoppable. you stupid boy." Luke shouted in anger while Stiles looked at his father and wondered what he was rambling about. ****************************************************************** James got back home as he tried to tend to his wounds. They were sore and had blisters. He tried to take his bath, but his body hurt so badly that he could barely watch his back. He remembered his mother, and tears came to his face. James remembered his father's words and immediately wiped them off. He was going to be the strongest man in the world, and he wouldn't have to run from anyone. He remembered how he had told his mother to stop running and take the bull by the horn, but being alone made him weak. James crawled to the little makeshift bed on the floor and slept on it with the spectacle on the table before him. He closed his eyes but remembered the horrible dreams and how Stile's father was always after his life. He decided to have his eyes opened. He stared at the wall clock in front of him. Time seems to slow down as each hour goes by. The alarm sounded immediately; it was 12 p.m., and then something unexpected happened. James eyes glowed gently as he looked at the spectacle right in front of him. He stood up motionless, as he felt drawn to its power.James watched as the spectacle made itself and became whole. "This is impossible," he said as he picked up the Google ""I saw sties squash and break it." James stares at the table right in front of him. He picked up the spectacle, and they immediately bonded, becoming one. James face changed, and his power came back tenfold. He felt more alive than dead. "Is this why my mother never allowed me to touch it?" James removed the glasses and felt ordinary once again. He immediately went back to bed and hid the goggle. Tomorrow was going to be a day of vengeance. Jame was going to make everyone who looked down on him pay for everything they had done. James woke up very early the next day and went about his daily routine. He ran into the morning air with a smiling face and knew he did not have to go to school in fear again. He was finally free from being bullied and beaten. He had the spectacle strapped to his side as he jogged, looking at it each time he ran. James got back home and quick
James walked out of Sandra's presence and changed course, walking towards the darkest corner of the school premises. He was tired of being pushed here and there, and he was going to make everyone that ever bullied him pay. "Follow him," Stiles said beneath his breath. The bullies are now taking off their jumpsuits and jackets as they trailer behind James, who walked as if he didn't know what was happening. The sound of the music faded away as James kept walking towards the inner part of the school premises. "What is he doing?" Mark asked, looking at Stiles, who wasn't bothered by the fact that James was trying to buy himself some time. Sandra tiptoed behind them as they all walked, and each time she tried to hide out of plain sight. She knew the spectacles would eventually get into Stiles hands. All she needed was to jump him and have it. James stopped and opened his pants to take a leak. The sound of his pee dropping to the green grass could be heard. His spectacle shining in
Stiles plunged at James, and he dodged all the attacks, making him weary. He looked at him and laughed. "I'm getting tired already." James taunted Stiles, making him come at him in anger. The spectacle cannot only see the future but can also discern attacks and how to counter them. When James was sure Stiles was tired, he began to attack, violently beating the hell out of him. Stiles landed on the floor with his mouth stained with blood. "You are not going to get away with this." He shouted, staring at James. "And who is going to stop me?" James asked, laughing. "Your father, or your father?" He shouted out loud, making sure Sandra heard him. "You still don't get the fire at play here. I am not the villain. Your father is. You need to stop blaming me and blame him for raising a brat like you." James finally said that and kicked Stiles on the chin. He landed with a bash on the floor and passed out. Mark rushed at James from behind and landed a heavy iron on his head. James felt star
The humming sound of the car made James open his eyes. "Thank God!" a voice said beside him. "I thought you were dead." James looked at the person beside him and could smell wealth off of him. He was nicely clothed, and he had a nice fragrance coming off his body. He stared around and saw a lot of people staring at him. "Is he dead?" One of them asked. "He just opened his eyes. I don't think he is," another replied. "That was quite a knock. Any human would be dead. I wonder how he survived." Another added The rich man, who introduced himself as Reginald, was a tall, imposing figure with a commanding presence. He was dressed in a tailored navy blue suit with a crisp white shirt and a patterned tie. His dark hair was slicked back, revealing a prominent forehead and piercing blue eyes that seemed to bore into James' soul. A hint of expensive cologne wafted from his direction, mingling with the scent of fine leather from his polished shoes.Reginald's features were chiseled, with high
James was shocked to see that Sandra was Reginald's daughter. He knew something was off the moment they met, but he wasn't expecting this. "Did you approach me purposely?" James lifted his head and looked at Reginald, who was taking off his clothes. "Mr. James, calm down. I don't have a reason to hurt you. At least not now." Mr. Reginald said he was walking towards the bar shelf, where lots of whiskey and exotic wines were arranged. "Do you care for one?" he asked, grabbing two glass cups. "I don't drink." James replied, his face looking pale. His memories juggled back, and he remembered he had seen Mr. Reginald's, who was Frank's boss."You might need a drink." Reginald replied, walking towards the table. "What do you want with me?" James asked, trying to calm his nerves. He hasn't seen Mr. Reginald put on any glasses, so he knew he wouldn't be a threat whatsoever. But the guards he was having around might try to stop him. "Why am I here?" James asked again. Reginald poured the wine
James stared at Sandra, and god, she was beautiful. The way the rays of the sun caught her skin highlighted her flawless complexion, like a masterpiece painted by the gods themselves. Her skin was a radiant canvas of golden brown, smooth and unblemished, inviting my gaze to linger. The sun's rays danced across her features, accentuating the sharp angles of her cheekbones, the gentle curve of her nose, and the fullness of her lips.Her eyes sparkled like diamonds, shining bright with a warmth and kindness that drew me in. They were pools of deep brown, fringed with thick lashes that fluttered like butterfly wings as she blinked. Her gaze met mine, and James felt a jolt of electricity run through his veins, as if the very fabric of the universe had shifted to bring us together.Her hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall of night, rich and dark, with hints of auburn that caught the light. It framed her face, accentuating her heart-shaped beauty, and fell in loose waves down her bac
James looked at the ground and felt it could have been him. He looked at the blood following him, and his face went pale. He was just mastering the power of the glasses, and he was sure there would always be a repercussion if he missed the power. "Tell me you didn't miss him and let him escape." Reginald shouted in anger and pointed the baton at each one of them. The men all stood still without saying a word. They knew talking would only make him more angry and pissed off. Reginald stroked again, and this time around, the men heard the croak and breaking sound of the man's skull. Reginald was indeed angry, but he was killing his men in the process. James was the next in line. He felt like coming clean and telling Reginald that he was the man standing before him, but he couldn't bring himself to tell him. James wished the glasses could just perform a miracle. The glasses had always taken time to rebuild once he used their energy. "Tell me why I shouldn't kill you." Reginald shouted i
"You need to see this, Miss Sandra." One of the men approached her, giving James the chance to find the exit. Sandra walked in and saw that the man was naked. ' Close down the entire mansion. That means he had been here all along." She said it with a smile on her face. Sandra had always been looking for an opportunity to get her father's approval, and catching James was a start. The alarm for the closing of the entire house sounded, and it was immediately shut down. "Look for him and find him. I want him dragged here with his ears." Sandra shouted James had taken off the cloth and was on his way home. He touched his pocket, and the spectacle was still there. He knew he needed a change of apartment. He needs to move to a place where no one knows who he is or where he can train using his powers. James replayed what he had witnessed inside Reginald's mansion, and he knew the type of man he was. He was going to make him pay for everything he had done to his parents and everyone he had hu