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 startled; he had forgotten completely about Mark. He turned back to face him as blood trickled down from the cut. "You are making a mistake. Why are you in leagues with him?" James asked, looking at Stiles, who had passed out on the floor. "Do you think he can protect you from me? Compare what I am going to do to work rather than what he is going to do to you," he said with anger. Mark's hand shook as the sound of the iron bar fell to the ground. "Good boy," he said with a smile. James looked around and saw the bullies all sprawling on the floor. "You are not going to tell the school authorities that I did this, will you?" he asked, looking at Mark, who was shaking like a jellyfish. He shook his head, and James smiled, satisfied with himself. He was about to walk away and go back to the party, ignoring Sandra, but then he felt another energy around him. His heart beat fast against his rib cages. A clap echoed through the hallway, and Sandra immediately hid into total darkness. " Bravo. That was fantastic." Stiles father walked out with some other guys behind him. James looked around, and there was nobody to call on for help. "You do know that was a cheat, right?" Luke said he was walking out with his own spectacles on. " Really? Don't tell me you have been there looking at your son's ass getting kicked." James said, looking at the psycho right in front of him. "Well, I can't help it. I see you are putting your powers to good use." Luke taunted "What powers? This is just a spectacle, if you ask me. I can see you have yours too." James replied, walking backward. "So why are you here? Don't tell me you are going to beat up a teenager just to avenge your son." "Break a teenager? Look around you. You successfully beat up six teenage boys all by yourself. Are you still claiming you are in the right?" Luke barked "What do you want?" James shouted back. He looked around, trying to find an escape route. "What do I want? You know what I want, kid, and I would go to any length to have it, even if it meant killing you." Luke flashes a set of white teeth. "Like you killed my mother?" James said it with anger in his voice. The energy pulsated as the spectacles released more power into his body. "You can avenge her if you want. I am here in flesh and blood." Luke taunted James wanted to push forward to attack Luke, but the spectacles power wasn't allowing him to either. "You are not ready, kid. Just give me the spectacle." Luke said, noticing he couldn't move against his wish. "Let me go!" James shouted, and he suddenly broke free from the power holding him down. He plunged at Luke, and it was like he had anticipated all his moves. Luke dodged every blow; it was well calculated as he smiled, looking at James. He landed a slap on his face, making him feel less than him. "You dare try to use your powers on me!" He shouted at his face. James tried to grab his breath as he looked at Luke. It was obvious that the spectacle on his face was helping him. "So much talk; why don't you come at me?" James said it angrily. He was determined to make Luke pay, but he wasn't sure how to attack him. "I need to get the spectacle off his face," Jake said to himself. Luke, feeling he had the upper hand, launched at James and landed another blow, sending him back. " Ah!" James shouted as he landed on his butt. "If you think you are a match for me, then you are wrong." James got up, and his movements became swift. He launched at Luke and landed a super kick to his face. Luke touched the affected part and saw blood oozing out of the cut. Impossible,""he said, slowly looking at the energy radiating around James body. It was obvious the spectacle was now bonding with him. "Get him!" Luke shouted with anger, touching his cheeks. James took to his heels as he tried to run back to the party. He knew the party was crowded, and he would be able to escape without being seen. As he ran, he saw Sandra watching what was going on. James got to the party, looked around, and as many of the students avoided him like he was some plague. Hiswhite suit was stained with dirt, and he was looking rough. James decided to leave the main campus. He ran towards the gate, but he didn't see the oncoming vehicle right in front of him. The incoming vehicle hit James, sending him off the ground. For a moment, time stood still as James landed on the ground with his backbone broken.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
"Don't wait up for me, James. I am working the night shift." Martha looked at her son. The room showed that it has only been both of them, with a little seater by the corner and a tattered bed on the floor. Martha adjusted her spectacles. James hurried to the table to have his breakfast before going to school. They had just moved again, and this was going to be the seventh time they were moving this year. James was getting tired of it, but each time he asked his mother about it, she would always give him an excuse. He got tired and finally stopped asking. James had little or no friends at all. No one misses him, and he doesn't miss anyone. Thus, he was never attached to anything or anyone. He looked up from his food and looked at Martha. "I hope we won't have to move this time again." James said it with his mouth full. "I hope so too, son." Martha drank her cup of coffee and kissed him on the head. She rushed out of the house, leaving seventeen-year-old James all by himself. Jame
"Not again, mother. You need to tell me what is going on." James drew his mother's hand back and stared at her face. "All we ever do is run since dad died. Aren't you tired of running and always looking over our shoulders? I need to know exactly what is going on. I am no longer a child that you can just order around anymore. I am grown up for god's sake!" James shouted at Martha, making her come back to her senses. The look in Martha's eyes showed she was scared. The look of uncertainty and the alarm in her eyes showed she had been running from something for the past five years since the death of her husband. She adjusted her spectacles and stood still. "Mother," James paused, seeing that she was not moving. "What the hell is going on? You need to talk to me. I can't keep running." He said he was sitting on the bed in front of Martha. Martha shrugged, coming back to life. She looked at James and knelt before him. "I am sorry, I sacred you. I don't mean too. Ever since your father
James ran towards the class as many of the students were all wondering what was going on. He grabbed his bags and scooter and raced out of the school towards his mother's workplace. He ran into the big hospital and looked at the first desk. "Martha McCall." He said eagerly looking at the lady in front of him "Who are you to her?" She asked, adjusting her pair of glasses and glancing at James. "I am James, her son." He said it with his heart beating loudly against his chest. "My mother, how is she? Is she alright? Please tell me she is safe." James kept ranting. " Your mother was hit my a moving car. Apparently it was a bit and run case. The hitter was looking for something and went ahead to" The lady was about to say another word when Rose walked over to the desk. "Hush! Why are you trying to frighten the boy?" "RRose right?" James looked at the lady who was standing before him. She was a little chubby with silicon hair. Her hair was tied in a ponytail, and she looked friendly.