James watched as the spectacle made itself and became whole. "This is impossible," he said as he picked up the G****e ""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 quickly got ready for the day. He took his bath and was about to get dressed when he looked into the mirror. Something caught his attention. James saw that he was looking more built than ever; he had more muscles. James' eyes widened as he gazed at his reflection in awe. His once slender and scrawny physique had transformed overnight, replaced by a more muscular and toned body. His shoulders were broader, his chest more defined, and his arms bulged with newfound strength. His abs were chiseled, and his legs seemed more powerful, as if they could propel him to incredible speeds. He flexed his muscles, marveling at the way they rippled beneath his skin. His eyes sparkled with excitement as he realized the spectacle's power extended beyond just protecting him from harm. It had somehow enhanced his physical abilities, transforming him into a formidable specimen of strength and agility. James' mind raced with the possibilities. He could take on anyone who dared to cross him, defend himself with ease, and make his enemies cower in fear. The thought sent a thrill through his veins, and he couldn't help but grin at his reflection. With a newfound sense of confidence, James finished getting dressed and strapped the spectacle to his side, feeling its familiar hum of power. He was ready to take on the day, and no one was going to stand in his way. He was able to enter the school gate when he removed the goggles and put them on. Many of the students looked at him, and we're surprised to see a new James. He was looking catchy to the female students, and many wanted a bit of him. Stile and his friend were walking back when they heard some of the students talking about James. "He is so cool; I wish he was my boyfriend. I am going to ask him out for the dance night party." One of the female students laughed at her friends. "II love the shade. I am sure it is a limited edition. I wondered where James had gotten it." Another said, making Stiles grinned in anger. "What are those fools whining about?" Stiles looked at Mark. "I think James is back. I thought he wouldn't have come down to school today, judging from what we have done to him." Mark looked at Stiles and noticed his face was swollen. "Dude, what happened to your face?" Mark said, touching the eyes sore. Stiles coughed gently; he knew he couldn't tell Mark that his father had hit him on the face. He had always boasted about his father and how he had been loving and caring towards him. "I bumped my face when I was going to the bathroom." Stile lied "Didn't your father beat the hell out of you yesterday for not coming home with the spectacle?" Sandra said, and the boys looked back. "Where did you hear that from?" Stiles said, his face burning red with anger. "My father's got his ways, and nothing will happen without his knowledge. I think your father gave you a task. You had better accomplish that, or you are in for the biggest beating of your life." Sandra said this and walked away with her friends, giggling. " Wait? Is that true? Your father hit you?" Mark looked at Stiles and wasn't sure of what to say. "What is she talking about? What spectacles?" Mark asked, staring at Stiles, who was still fuming with anger. "James has it." He looked at Mark and the rest of the gang. "We are getting it back." He said he was clenching his fist. "I heard he had it on; we broke it yesterday, didn't we?" Mark looked surprised as he looked at Stiles and the rest of the boys. "We did, and we are going to do it again." One of the shouters "AAre you nuts? Didn't you hear what I just said? My father needs it, and we are going to get it." Stiles looked at their faces. They planned and decided to get the spectacle from James when everyone was at the dance party. James was on his way to the class when he saw Sandra walking towards him. He remembered what he had seen and knew he didn't have to associate himself with her. Her father must have had a hand in the death of his mother, or perhaps his father. James was not going to be nice to a killer. He walked past Sandra like he didn't see her. "Oh my god! Did you just walk past me?" She said this, looking at James, who didn't flinch. "Am I supposed to be on talking terms with you simply because you took me to the sick bay?" James looked at her face, even making the conversation more frustrating for Sandra. "Don't I deserve a thank you?" She asked, looking at James. James knew he owed her; she could have turned a blind eye, but she helped him. He knew he shouldn't blame her for her father's mistake. Sandra was about to walk away when James voice stopped her. "Will you accompany me to the dance party?" He said that, and all eyes were fixed on them. Violet looked at Sandra, and she was jealous. She had it in mind to ask James out, but he was fast enough to ask Sandra out himself. Some of the students brought out their phones to take pictures and videos. Sandra has been hearing the students gossip about how handsome and cute James was. She knew saying no to him would give the other laddies chances to have him for themselves. "I will." Sandra replied, even though her father had tasked her with the mission of bringing the glasses back to him. James smiled as he trolled off to his class, counting the days until the dance party. He knew he had managed to captivate the prettiest student in the school. "IIf you think she loves you, then you are a fool. I wouldn't be too excited about it, you know." A voice spoke from behind, and James looked back. "Who are you?" James asked "AA friend and I would not be carried away by the paparazzi. I am Boyd, by the way." He said he was thrusting his hand out for a handshake. The two exchanged pleasantries and became best friends. Stiles and his minions counted the days until the dance party, as James also counted. He was having the best time of his life with Boyd as both of them became close friends. James soon forgot that he was alone in the world and shared almost everything with Boyd, except the spectacle. He was reluctant to let him know what it does, except that James didn't know the extent of the power he wields. The day of the dance party came. The hall was transformed into a vibrant and lively atmosphere, filled with the excitement of the students. The walls were adorned with colorful balloons and streamers, and the floor was polished to a shine. The DJ booth was set up in the corner, blasting out the latest hits and getting everyone in the mood to dance. The tables were decorated with fancy tablecloths and centerpieces, and the chairs were arranged in a way that encouraged socializing and mingling. The students were dressed in their finest attire, with the girls looking stunning in their elegant gowns and the boys looking dashing in their suits and ties. The air was filled with the sweet scent of perfume and the sound of laughter and chatter. As James and Sandra entered the hall, all eyes were on them. They made a stunning couple, with James looking handsome in his black tuxedo and Sandra looking beautiful in her red gown. They walked into the hall with confidence, their heads held high, and their smiles radiant. Boyd, who was standing by the DJ booth, caught James' eye and gave him a thumbs up. James smiled and nodded in appreciation, feeling grateful to have a friend like Boyd who had his back. As the night wore on, the music got louder and the dancing got more intense. James and Sandra danced together, their bodies moving in perfect sync. They laughed and joked, having the best time of their lives. "I want to take a leak." James said it with a smile. He adjusted his spectacles as he walked into the illuminating light in front of him. Stiles and his companions formed a circle around him. "I am not fighting you, James. I just need the glasses, and we can be on our way." Meanwhile, Sandra had followed him, trying to get a chance to jump him, but she was surprised Stiles had beaten her to it. "I don't want to hurt any of you." James looked at them, folding his shirt. They all came at James with clubs and sticks as they brutally beat him to the floor. Suddenly, everything stopped. James got up and noticed none of them were moving. He looked at his body and noticed he was still on the ground. He had emerged from his body, leaving his own flesh on the ground. "Is this really going to happen to me? Can I stop this from happening?" James saw that he didn't have that chance to fight back. He looked and saw Sandra hiding. "Is she planning to help, or has she wanted the glasses all along?" James soliloquy and was looking at Sandra from where she was hiding. It was more of a movie than reality. Suddenly the time played itself out, and James was back at the hall. "I want to take a leak." He said it into Sandra's ears. With a sinister smile playing on his lips,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
"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