"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 hurt. James wiped the tears off his face, knowing he had the chance to end the man who killed his parents but couldn't. He was going to make Sandra's life miserable, and he knew the best way to do it. ****************************************************************** [BACK AT THE MANSION] Frank and Reginald discussed, and it was agreed upon to kill James if he had successfully bonded with the system. Sandra, on the other hand, planned on getting closer to James, even if it meant sleeping with him, to get her hands on the spectacles. The race for the ultimate power was in motion, and the men were ready to give it their best to have it. Stiles, on the other hand, felt betrayed that Mark would fall before James and pledge allegiance to him. He was going to make him wish he had never turned his back on him. ***************************************************************** James couldn't sleep that night. Ashe kept seeing flashes of images right before him. The spectacle was trying to communicate with him. James woke up from bed swearing profusely. He was able to see the past, but it wasn't his. "What are you trying to tell me?" James said he was slowly getting out of bed. He looked at the wall clock on the wall and saw that it was nearly dawn. James decided to go for a jog. He needed to stay fit and do a bit of exercise. He wanted to clear his mind and thoughts. Grabbing his old earpod and phone, he jogged into the street and ran. James could feel himself sprinting and moving faster than any human could. He paused after a while, trying to see how far he had gone, and noticed he was nowhere near home. He was indeed far from home. "Is this what peers really get like?" James said, slowly looking at his body. He could feel the spectacles power inside of him, and it felt good. James needed answers on how to harness the power of the spectacle. He walked to the top of the mountain right in front of him, sat down in a yoga pose, and shut his eyes. He listened to the sound of the moving air until everything became quiet. James opened his eyes and noticed he was in another world entirely. He got up and walked into the street. "Where the hell am I?" James spoke slowly, and he heard a voice. ' You are in the past. You are here to witness what would happen if the power of the spectacle fell into the wrong hands and why the last weilder was killed. "The last weilder? What are you talking about?" James said that and touched his face. He noticed he still had the spectacle on his face. Before he could blink, he was in a dark room. The breath of a man was heard, and it looked like he was dying. The door opened, and some men walked in and dragged him out. He was pushed before a man who was smoking a large cigar. "Tell me where you hid it!" He shouted at the man, whose face had been battered. It looked like he was almost dying. "I will never tell you. You are going to have to kill me for me to tell you what you need to know." He shouted and spat at his face. The ma landed a huge blow to his stomach, and he vomited some fluid. "Why do I have to kill you when I can kill your wife and children right in front of you? I think you will be more than willing to talk by then. Get his wife and children. I got them here before nightfall. Return him back to his cell." Carlos shouted to him, man. James stood watching and still didn't understand what was happening. "What is going on, and who are these men?" James asked, folding the man they were dragging back into the cage. "Carlos is the kingpin, and he has all sorts of spectacle. He needs the last one to become the lord and king of both the past and present. He wants the power to control the time. Imagine what he could become with that power. He is going to be unstoppable, and many will fall to his knees," the voice said again. "Why are you not helping your wife?" He needs you right now." James said, looking pitifully at the man before him. "I wanted to help, but it was his fate to die for the spectacle to be with the rightful owner." The voice replied again. "Are you talking about me?" James spoke slowly. "I need you to know we are one, and I am going to protect you, but first you need to know who your enemies are. You are real enemies." The voice came at James again, and he felt scared. " Who are my enemies?" He asked slowly."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
"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.