"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 back at Stiles, who had a smile on his face. "Is he dead?" Stiles said, still smiling. "He could be." Another said, and they checked James breathe. " Wow! I can't believe he took a fatal blow to the head and still managed to survive." They left the scene with James wriggling in pain. James clutched his bag as he was about to lose consciousness. He looked up and saw a face staring at him. "Are you alright?" She asked before James finally closed his eyes. ****************************************************************** "Are you awake now? Can you see me?" A female voice was heard, trying to know if James was conscious. "Where am I?" James asked, his head throbbing like he had just drunk a whole brewery. "You are in the sickbay." Sandra said, looking at James. James sat up and looked at her and said, "II am not dead." " Dead? Why would you be dead? The nurse said you need a major scan and that you also need to see the doctor. Do you think you can do that on your own?" Sandra asked again, but James wasn't bothered by any of that. He quickly rushed to his back and checked to see if the spectacle was there. "Are you even hearing what I am saying? You need to be checked. The nurse said..." Sandra was about to repeat herself when James looked at her. "I heard what the nurse said. You don't need to repeat yourself." He said it harshly. Sandra looked at his face and knew he was angry, but he didn't need to take out his frustration on her. She grabbed her bags and walked out without saying a word. James knew he was wrong, but he didn't have the time to care about others feelings. He had a lot going on for him. He carefully placed the spectacle in the case and put it inside his bag. He was about to walk out when a voice stopped him. "That was wrong. You need to apologize to her and tell her you are sorry. You would have been dead or worse if she hadn't brought you here." The school nurse said this without looking at James. James said nothing but simply walked out of the sick bay. "What a psycho," the nurse said with a smirk on her face. James eyes darted around the school premises, trying to find the girl who saved him. He was the worst; he didn't even know her name. James scratched his head and wondered how he was going to find Sandra if he didn't even know her name. It was not closing time, and all the students were trooping out of the classroom to go back home. Many exotic cars were parked outside the school gate, waiting for their wards. James clutches his scooter to his side, trying to catch a glimpse of anyone who looks like Sandra. After the death of his mother, for some reason, he had sharp senses, and he can remember what he had seen a few minutes ago. Sandra's face played all over again as he tried to recall her face before he forgot it. Suddenly, James looked out through the window and saw someone's back view that looked exactly like Sandra. He rushed out of the car, trying to catch up with her, but then a sleek Jeep car parked in front of her. James was about to reach her when the door opened and a voice said, Come in. Jame halted and peeped, only to see that it was none other than the man in the black suit he had seen before. He clenched his hand in anger. Jame wondered how a loving and sweet girl must have been born to a monster. A monster that killed his father and mother. He was about to leave when he felt the strange energy again. "Is Luke always following him everywhere he goes?" James hid behind the door as he peeped. Suddenly, he saw Stiles smiling, "How was school today, son?" Luke asked, looking at Stiles and his friends. "It was fine, father. I even bashed the head of a student today; he wouldn't respect me." Stiles bragged. "Hop in." Luke said, looking at Stiles.. "No, I and my friend are going to get something at the grocery." Stiles said with a smile, waving to his father before he drove off behind Sandra's father. James's face hardened at the sight of everything that just happened. He had been going to school with the son and daughter of those who killed his parents. James followed behind Stiles as they left the school vicinity. "Do you know that dumbass is following us?" Mark said, looking at Stiles. "I know, and that is why we are going to teach him a lesson he will never forget. We can even kill him." Stiles said, smiling. "Kill him?" Stiles's friends looked at him. "I was just joking; we need to lose him now." Stiles said, and they bent a corner. James got away from his scooter and looked around, trying to find Stiles and his friends. He felt a sound behind him, and when he turned to look back, he felt a blow to his face, knocking him out cold.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
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