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. "I am sorry, James. I tried to reach out to you yesterday, but I couldn't. Your mother had an accident when she was coming down to work." "How is she? Will she be okay?" James asked as Rose led the way to the room. James gasped upon seeing his mother. She was placed on a breathing machine, and she had bruises all over her. "Who did this to her?" James looked at Rose, who didn't have any explanation. "She was brought over to the hospital like this. I guess the killer didn't want to kill her off. Do you know who might have anything to do with your mother? Are you owing anybody?" Rose looked at his face "No, we are." The door opened, and a doctor walked in. James rushed towards him with teary eyes. "How is my mother doing? Will she be alright?" James held onto the man like he was his saviour. "Do you have any relatives I can talk to?" The doctor looked at James "No, it is just me and my mom. You can talk to me. I am not a kid. I am seventeen now; I can look after her. Just let me know what I can do." James looked at his face. "Mr. James, right?" He asked, and James nodded. "Your mother is in terrible condition at the moment. She suffered severe damage to the lungs and multiple fractures," the doctor explained, his face somber. "She needs immediate surgery to stabilise her condition and prevent further complications." James felt his legs go weak, but he steeled himself. "What do we need to do? How much will it cost?" He said slowly, looking at the doctor's face. The doctor hesitated, glancing at Rose, before continuing. "The surgery is complex and requires a specialised team. The estimated cost is around fifty thousand dollars. Without it, I'm afraid her chances of recovery are very slim." James' heart sank. Fifty thousand dollars was an astronomical amount for him and his mother. "I don't have that kind of money. Is there any other way? Can we pay in installments?" Rose put a comforting hand on his shoulder. "James, I know it's a lot to take in. We'll figure something out. There are programmes and charities that might help. Let's focus on getting the immediate paperwork done and finding out all the possible options." James nodded, his mind racing. He couldn't lose his mother. She was all he had left. "Okay. Let's do that. Whatever it takes." The doctor gave a small nod of approval. "We'll start with the paperwork and reach out to the hospital's financial aid office. In the meantime, try to stay positive. Your support is crucial for your mother's recovery." James heart sank as he heard the doctor's report. He walked slowly to his mother's side and held her hands. He sobbed gently and wondered who could have wanted to harm them. He was tired of running and thought to himself that maybe it was time he put on a good fight. James knew he was just a teenage boy, but he had the heart of a warrior. He cleaned his face and ran after Rose. "How long do I have to wait before the paper work is processed?" James asked, looking at Rose, who scratched her head. " Days,weeks,months. I don't, kid." She said it with a sobber voice. "She doesn't have days or weeks to wait for? Have you seen the condition she is in?" James looked at Rose. "I am sorry; I wish there was something I could do." Rose looked at him. James clenched his fist in anger. If she hadn't called his mother that night, maybe she would have lived, and maybe the accident wouldn't have happened. James shouted in anger and hit the wall in front of him. Rose looked at him and tried to touch him, but then she saw his eyes change color. She walked away, stealing glances at James. The wall carved as James walked away, trying to get a breather. It was just too much for him. The only parental figure he had in his life lay on the bed at the point of death. James rushed home to see if his mother had a few savings. Martha had always kept her money in the drawer. She knew it was safe, and James would never steal her money. He was a good boy. He got home and found the house in disarray. "What the hell is going on?" James said, looking at the house, which was scattered and messy. His mind went to his mother's room and ran into it. He opened the drawer and found the money intact. "They were not after the money?" James said he was counting the money. "It was exactly forty-five dollars. He smiled and quickly took them away without trying to arrange the house. James got to the hospital and ran into the doctor's office. "Can you make do with this?" He said he was sweating as he dropped the money on the table before the doctor. "Where did you get this?" The man asked. "Can you work with this or not? We don't have time for that!" James shouted, racing back to his mother's room. "You will be fine, mother. I will make sure of it." James said, kissing her hands. Suddenly, her fingers moved, and she opened her eyes. Martha's eyes darted around the room as if trying to search for something. She looked at James, and tears flooded her eyes. "Don't cry, mom; you are going to be alright." James said it with a weak smile on his face. "I am sorry I have to leave you again." Martha cried "Don't, mom. I am not ready. Please." James sniffled, holding her hands. "They are hear" Martha whispered into his eyes. " Who,mother? Who?" James looked at her, but then she fell unconscious once againJames 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.
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