chapter six

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.