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 charge at him, but then he stopped. "What is he doing?" James said, gently studying the man in front of him. "Luke!" the man in the suit shouted at him, but he stopped. "Why didn't he stop him?" James said it with his heart pumping. James's phone rang immediately. He tried to stop it, but he couldn't. Luke looked towards the extreme of the car and saw James. "Gotcha!" he said with a sinister smile on his lips. "Make sure he doesn't leave." Luke's boss said it with a wide grin. For the first time, they were closer to the spectatles. James knew he had done it before. He had bested the man in front of him, and he would do it again. He threw his scootter to the front and landed on it with his legs. Luke's eyes glowed, showing a blue light that scared James. He knew he had to think fast, and he was smart. James felt his eyes burn, and suddenly they changed color. Luke was taken back; he remembered how James had knocked him out and wondered how he did it. But with what he had seen, he knew he had the power of Jason, his father. James superspeeded on his scooter and managed to scale through without Luke catching him. He was about to drive into the busy street when Luke grinned. "I am sure you are dying to know who your father was. Don't you remember? I killed him!" Luke shouted, making James stop half-way. His eyes, glowing red and menacing, looked at Luke. James knew he was not ready. Tears flooded his eyes as he stared at the supposed killers of his mother and father. He now knows who killed his parents. "I will find you!" James shouted as he scooted away from the company. He cleaned his face as he drove back to the chicken factory. "You are late!" James boss said with anger. "I am not; I delivered the package, and I even got the money. I.." James hasn't finished his words before his boss removes the helmet from his head and says, "You are fired!" He threw a brown envelope at him and walked into the shop, leaving James standing there looking like a zombie. Jame checked the envelope and saw he was paid for just two weeks. He wanted to talk, but the stern look on his boss's face made him walk out of the store. He remembered what he heard back at the company and wondered what the man in suit meant because he hadn't discovered who he was. James remembered that he had struck the hospital walls, and they caved in. "Am I some superhero?" James asked himself as he trekked back home. He was supposed to be in school that day, but he needed the money. He has been fending for himself ever since his mother died. James landed on the couch and closed his eyes. He was feeling tired from the day's work and needed to rest. He closed his eyes,, but then he saw Luke again. I am going to find you. You can run from me forever" Luke shouted, and James openeded hieyes.es. He was sweating, and his heart was pounding heavily. He looked at the wall clock and saw that the time was almost midday. James got up and quickly ran a few laps. He has been trying to stay fit ever since he fought with Luke. For some reason, the time seems not to be on James side. He got back home and got ready for school. He was about to leave, but then he decided to take the spectacle along with him. He wanted to use it, but he needed to keep it with him. He knew Luke might come looking for him. It was just a matter of time. James strapped his backpack to his bag as he walked into the school. He looked around and saw that all eyes were on him. He hasn't been to school since his mother died. He was about to walk into his classroom when he heard a familiar voice taunting him. James looked back and saw it was Stiles. "ow! DDo't tell me you have been working on yourself. How many pushups have you been doing eevery day? Is this all just to have my ass kicked?" Stiles said with a funny smile on his face.. "I don't want any trouble, Stiles. I will just advise you to leave me the hell alone." James said, and, and he gently turned his back and walked. "Don't you walk away from me. I am still taking." Stiles yelled at him. One of Stiles bullies threw a glass bottle at him, and the bottle hit James on the head. Many of the students gasped as blood trickled down his face. James clenched his fist in anger and closed his eyes. He felt his body burn with energy within, and suddenly it stopped. James gasped,' Not now!" He said underneath his breath."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
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