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 back, inviting his touch. Her smile was a work of art, a gentle curve of her lips that hinted at secrets and mysteries beyond James wildest dreams. It was a smile that could light up a room, that could calm the most troubled of souls, and that could ignite a fire that would burn bright and true. But at least she wasn't someone I could be with. Reginald walked out with a checkbook and looked at me again. "How much did you say you wanted?" He asked, clicking his ball pen. Before he could finish his statement, James put on the spectacle. His curiosity got the best of him, and he wanted to see what was going to happen. He felt a jolt of electric current hit my skin, and he wondered why he felt that way each time he put it on. But it felt good to be able to see the future. To know what was coming for you next.James vowed that he would never die like my mother and father. He was going to be the greatest hero the world has ever known, and he was going to put an end to everyone who stood in the way of that.One of the guards fired a bullet at me, and it pierced through his head. James saw the wicked smile on Mr. Reginald's face and how he had laughed seeing him lay lifelessly on the floor. He knew he had to think of something and divert the future if he needed to put on the spectacle. Mr. Reginald will never allow him to go out with it. "Can I use the restroom?" James asked, standing up to his feet. "Of course, one of my guards will escort you and make sure he doesn't run away. This one is a sly fox." He said he was looking at the man in a black suit, and he was wearing a shade one. James could hear Sandra talking with her father about the possibility of what he was going to do with the power. He locked the toilet at the back and racked his brain. He knew there was more the spectacle could do if only he knew how to trigger its power. James knocked on the door, and the guard opened it, but he was fast; he plunged at him and knocked him off. James quietly tip-toed through the front door, and he was about to get to the main door when he heard a cold, husky voice behind him. "And where the hell did you think you were going? The main room is by that side." He pointed at the other end of the hallway. James froze and saw that he had no choice. He had to fight his way out of Mr. Reginald's mansion. Have you ever wondered how it feels to know the exact way you are going to die? The adrenaline that pumps out of your heart and the unnecessary sweat and farting? That was exactly what he was feeling. James began to sweat. "Mr. Reginald said I could go. I think we are done with Sandra's assignment. I am a tutor." James lied "Stay there while I confirm if any of your statements are true." The man said this using his walkie-talkie. He was about to make the call when James gave him a blow, knocking him out cold. The loud thud on the floor made Mr. Reginald and Sandra look at themselves. "He should be back by now. What is keeping him?" Sandra looked at her father's face. She ran towards the restroom and saw the guard on the floor. "He has escaped." Sandra ran to the living room. "I knew that the son of a bitch was going to be cunning. I am going to make him pay." Reginald grabbed his talkie and alerted all his guards. "Bring him here now. I don't want anything to happen to the spectacle." He gave his order. The alarm sounded, and the entire mansion was under siege. " Fuck!" James shouted, seeing that he asked about being trapped in the mansion. "What do I do?" He said he was looking around. The sound of footsteps approaching him was heard. James looked at the man before him, and an idea came to his mind. He dragged him into one of the rooms and exchanged clothes with him. James walked out with his sunglasses on, and he was wearing a black suit. "Where are you coming from? Didn't you hear the alarm bell? We need to find him now!" One of the guards shouted, and James ran alongside him. The house was in uproar as they all searched for James. After a while, they all assembled before Mr. Reginald, who was looking more angry than ever. "I brought him here, and you fools lost him. Wait, are you seriously telling me you couldn't find a teenage boy who doesn't know his way around my house? Why am I paying you that much money if you can discharge your duties?" Reginald shouted, and before James could look in his direction, a loud bash was heard. One of the guards fell to the floor, and his blood flowed towards James feet. Fear gripped him as his whole body shook violently.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.
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
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