James felt his body heated, and suddenly he liked to see his spirit staring at his body on the floor. "Am I dead? What is happening to me?" He said
James looked at his mother's body in front of him. Tears streamed down his face as he remembered that he was now left alone in the world. Still, he needed to know who had attacked his mother and why she had to die. James walked out of the ward, and suddenly, he felt pulled up. He floated into the air and out of space. A ray of light flashed towards him as if it were going to blindfold him, but then he saw his father and mother in front of him as he slowly removed his hands from his eyes. " Dad? Mum? Is this real?" James said, slowly walking towards them. " Stay,son. You can't come any further." James's father said he was stopping him. Martha smiled, and she was at peace. "I don't understand what is going on. Why do you have to die, and why does mom have to leave?" James said it with tearful eyes. "I am sorry I have to leave this burden on you, son. Trust me, there is no one who. can wield this power other than you. You are meant for this. You will save many lives, and you will be worshipped as a king. But don't let all of this cloud your judgement. There will come a day when you will wish you were not chosen. The spectacles of Ozz have choked you for a reason." Jason looked at his son. "Do I need to know, father? You are not telling me anything." James looked at the both of them. "We don't have much time, son; you need to forge your own path like I have done with mine. You have it in you." Jason finally said. "Wake up! Wake up!!" James heard Rose's voice and shook. "What happened?" And why is your mother bleeding after the surgery?" Rose looked at James. " I...I.. James stuttered and finally broke down into tears. Rose was confused; one minute Martha was fine after the surgery, and the next minute she was bleeding out. Martha's corpse was packed, and she was immediately buried. James had the spectres hidden and didn't know what to do with them. He had it buried inside a hole he had dug. Days went by as James mourned the loss of his mother. School life hadn't been easy with Stiles breathing on his neck. He now has to do Stiles arithmetics and run errands for him. He was getting fed up, but he had no choice. James took on minimal work in the city. He works as a delivery boy, and he always tries to keep up with work at school. The strange man he had fought with hasn't appeared to him since the death of his mother; he believed the man was either dead or had forgotten the episode since he didn't have what he was looking for. James had just gone to work when his boss looked at him. "I really like you, James, but I need a boy who will be punctual. You can joggle this with your schoolwork. I might eventually have to let you go." Klaus said this from behind the desk he sat on. "I am sorry, Klaus. I need this job. You are the only one who trusts me enough to give me a chance. I promise I won't let you down." James was pleased as he grabbed the package from the table. "You are delivering this to the Titan industry. They have this order for their staff. Don't be late." Kluas looked at James. "Yes,sir." James shouted, running out of the chicken factory. He got on his scooter and raced like a mad man. He knew it was his last chance with Mr. Klaus. Most of the clients have been complaining about James lateness. Either the traffic was slowing him down or he had issues recognising where he was going. James had made a mistake one day by giving a client's package to another person. He would have been fired, but the client apologised on his behalf, making Klaus retain him. He knew if he messed this up, then it would be final. As he raced towards Titan's company. James checked the box each time to know if he was on the right track. He wasn't looking up when he collided with an incoming vehicle right in front of him. Many people yelled as James flew off his scooter and landed with such a such a loud thud that his bones broke. "Is he dead?" One of the pedestrians shouted as they tried to catch the vehicle that hit him. The people gasped in awe as James stood up, and his eyes darted around to see many faces staring at him. It almost looked like they had seen a zombie or a ghost. James looked at his watch and saw he had just thirty more minutes to meet the deadline. He jumped on his scooter and hurried off. A man in a black suit looked at James as he hurried off. "You could have killed him, but he refused to die. Who the hell is he?" His voice was gentle, showing interest in James. " am not sure, boss." The driver replied "Follow him." The man said he was fastening his seat belt. James was followed as he drove his scooter through the alley until he reached Titan Industry. He walked in and delivered the parcel he was holding. The receptionist smiled and looked at him. "Thank you; are you alright?" She asked, seeing that James clothes were torn and he had some bruises on him. "I am fine." James smiled upon seeing that he was able to deliver the package on time. " Here." The lady said he was dropping some money on his palms. "And here is a tip for you." She added some dollar notes for him, and James bowed his head, seeing the $200 note. He stepped on his scooter and was about to drive out of the company when a black, sleek car drove in. James looked at the driver, and he had a flashback. His eyes changed colour, and he quickly hid behind the van, his heart beating fast as beaded sweat formed on his face after hearing the strange, familiar voice.The man in the suit got out of the car and looked at the chauffeur, who looked more like a fighter than an actual driver. James looked out from where he was hiding, trying to catch a picture of the man he had fought with. He could tell it was him from the aura he had perceived when his eyes saw the man. "Do you feel his energy?" the man asked, looking at his driver. "Yes, I can tell it was him," he replied. The man grinned, clenching his fist. "Is he having the soectacles with him?" He turned, looking at the exit. "I don't think he does. I wonder why a boy who could see the future ran mere errands," the soldier-like man replied. "I don't think he knows what he is yet." The man replied, walking into the mansion. "I am going to stay and look around." The chauffeur replied. James remembered that he had fought with him. He remembered what it was like to lose his mother, and he felt like killing the man standing right in front of him. James clenched his fist in anger. He wanted to char
"Don't tell me this is the part where you try to prove yourself because you are nothing! You always have been, and you will always remain nothing. I am sure no one wept at your mother's burial." Stiles taunted, and James lost it. He flew at Stiles, and the two began to heat each other up. Stiles was bigger and stronger than James. He sent a few punches towards James belly and faces. ' He should not have taken him head-on." One of the students said it with a smirk on his face. "Did he think he could come here behaving like he owned the place?" another said. James eyes darted around, seeing the faces of all the students staring at him. He spits out blood and crawls on the blood, holding Stiles feet. "You are one hell of a person. I think by now, you ought to have given up." Stiles looked at James. Suddenly, he flew him and thumped on James head. The loud noise of his cry was heard, and many of the students fled the scene. "What have you done?" One of the bullies looked at James and ba
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.
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