James looked at his mother as she was asleep. The doctor walked in with some other doctors. "We need to have her take to the theatre now, James. Do you have any last words?" Dr. Raymond looked at him. "Will she be fine?" James asked
"We need to do the surgery first, and then we are going to have to wait." Raymond said, and Martha was wheeled out of her ward. James followed behind as they followed her into the theatre room. "Why don't you go home and come back the following day? This is going to take hours." One of the doctors looked at James. All they could see was a young boy who had a lot ahead of him. "No, I am going to stay. I want my face to be the first face she sees when she wakes up." James replied and sat on the long chairs outside the theatre. The hospital was awfully silent, as the silent beeping of the fluorescent bulb could be heard. James clasped his hands together as he prayed for the first time in his life. He didn't believe in God or gods. He believed he had the key to his own life and could do whatever he wanted, but this time it was different. He knew, judging from the doctor's earlier explanation, that it was only God or gods that could save his mother. James dozed off on the chair he was in as he crouching, trying to get some sleep. He was having another nightmare again. It was the same as before. He opened his eyes suddenly and saw a man standing before him, a little far away from him. He was in black and was in a hooded dress. James got up gently from the chair and looked around. He saw there was no one there and wondered who the man standing before him was. The light flickered as if he had control over the bulbs. "Do you have it?" He heard a voice that sent chills down his spine. "Do I have what?" James shouted back at him. The man started to walk towards him, and James stepped back, trying to see where he could turn or run. His back was hitting the theatre room. He knew if he ran, the man was just going to enter the theatre room and probably kill his mother and also the doctors in there. "I have it." He said it all of a sudden, making the hooded man stop. "Show me." The voice came at him again. James walked closer to him, leading him out of the hospital. They met Rose on the way out, and she wanted to talk to James, but he saw James winking at her to go. They were out of the hospital, and James kept leading the strange man to an unknown destination. They got to an awfully quiet abandoned house, and James turned back to look at his face. "Who are you, and what do you want from my mother?" he shouted as his voice echoed through the house. A sinister smile appeared on the face of the hooded man. "You are a brave little kid. Has anyone ever told you that?" He cracked his neck a bit. "You either tell me what you have to do with my mother or we can fight this out." James shouted yet again. "Oh, I am scared. What are you going to do, kid?" The back-face man asked again. Before he could say another word, James ran towards him and gave him a blow, sending him backward. The man staggered back and held his mouth. He looked at James and wondered what he had hit him with. "You are going to regret this," he shouted and charged at James. He smacked James a few times, sending him to the ground. " would stay down if I were you." The man laughed. James groaned in pain. He tried to stand up, but his leg was broken. "Tell me where the spectacle is!" The man shouted, sending a kick to James head. James coughed out blood as one of his teeth was removed. "I won't tell you anything. I would rather die!" He shouted, spitting out blood from his mouth. "Well, I am going to kill you and also kill your mother." The man said it in anger. He looked at James, and his eyes turned blue, and some energy pulsated out of his body. He was about to smack him, but the. James eyes turned red. His bone cracked loudly, and he began to heal up. He stood up, grabbing the man's hand, and the fight got heated. James managed to knock him out and race towards the hospital. Doctor Raymond was out with other doctors, and they were looking for him. "I am here!" James shouted, running towards the doctors. "Thank you." Doctor Raymond bowed down to the other doctors, and they walked away. "Where were you?" he said, looking at James,, who was havinga lotot of bruiseon his face. James winced as he stared at the face of the man standing before him."id you cure her? Is she alright?" James asked, trying to catch his breath. "I am sorry, James." The broken bone had punctured some of her lungs. We tried our best, but you need to be ready to say goodbye." Doctor Raymond said, sadly, walking away from him. James fell to the floor of the hospital passage, sobbing as he remembered all he had to go through to get to where he was today. It was now dawning on him that his mother was running away from something or someone, and he needed to find out who it was. He stood up and walked into the hospital ward. Martha smiled at him as he walked in. "My cute little boy," she said, and James broke down into tears. "I know, I am selfish. I had hoped this day would never come. I promised your father I would protect you, and God knows I want to too," Martha said with a shaky voice. She gently opens a part of her belly using her hands, making James watch in awe. "Don't tell me this is what they have bees looking for." James looked at his mother. "Yes, it is. I am sorry, I can't explain much because we don't have time." Martha said, her voice dropping. "You are bleeding," James cried, using his hands to stop the open stomach. "I love you, James McCall. I..." Martha was about to say another word but suddenly stopped. Her eyes were widely open. James shouted, trying to call out to the doctor. He quickly grabbed the spectatles, like it would wake up his mother. He put it on, but then he felt a lightning bolt hit his chest. He shook violently and fell down beside his mother.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 saidJames 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
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