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Chapter thirty three
Flames licked the walls of the entryway, casting jagged shadows across the dusty floor as the heat surged toward them. James’s hands trembled slightly as he held the blaster Striker had thrown to him. It felt too light to do any real damage, and yet somehow, it vibrated faintly in his grip like it held a life of its own."Through the back!" Striker barked, already moving.The smoke curled thickly as they rushed down a narrow hallway, Striker kicking open a half-rotten wooden door that led to a hidden stairwell. The ground beneath them rumbled, the Seeker's arrival twisting the air into something unnatural."Where does this lead?" James coughed, eyes watering as he tried to stay close."To the tunnels," Striker replied. "Old railway lines that cut under the city. Carlos used to use them to smuggle tech between timelines before the Time Guardians locked them.""And now?"Striker gave him a grim smile. "Now we unlock them."As they descended, the flickering lights faded behind them, repl
Chapter thirty two
James and Strikers drove very fast through the dark alley. "Have we lost them?" James asked looking at Striker who was driving like a maniac. " We are not safe until we are there. " There? What the hell are you talking about?" James asked. " The Seeker. It knows you have the spectacle now and I bet he is on his way." Striker shouted. " Seat belt!" James drew the seat belt over his chest. His face was a little tensed wondering what Strikers meant by the word strikers. A lightning flashed right behind them. " He is here." Strikers said, cursing under his breath. " I knew this was going to happen. We might need to go see someone." Striker said immediately as the Seeker sped with his motorbike right behind them. James looked to see someone cloaked running after them. " Who are we going to see? You don't need to hide anything from me now, Striker. You said you wanted to help, then tell me where we are going too?" Striker took a sharp bending trying to lose their pursuer. " C
Chapter thirty one
Selena lifted her head slowly, the weight of the chains digging into her bruised wrists. Her mouth was dry, the taste of metal lingering at the back of her tongue. Every breath was a struggle, every movement a test of endurance. But her eyes—those sharp, defiant eyes—never wavered from Reginald’s."You should ask your men,” she said, her voice raspy but unwavering. “They were the last ones to touch it.”Reginald’s jaw twitched. He stepped forward, the polished leather of his shoes clicking against the stone floor like a judge’s gavel. “Do not play games with me, Selena. You think you’re clever? Risking your life for that boy? For what? Love?"He spat the last word like it disgusted him.Selena said nothing. She simply looked at him—truly looked. Not as the tyrant she had feared growing up, not as the cold-blooded collector of relics. But as a man desperate to control what was slipping through his fingers."You think I wanted this life for you?” he asked suddenly, voice lowering. “I bu
Chapter thirty
Reginald's loud noise echoed through the hallway as his men sprung into action. Each grabbing weapons they could lay Thier hands on. " Make sure she is unharmed. I need her to explain why she will betray me like that!" Reginald shouted at the man in front of him. " I will carry out your order with utmost discretion." he said bowing before heading out. Reginald stood at window looking as each cars disappeared into darkness with only one thing in his mind. The hope that his daughter hasn't given the spectacle back to James. ******************************************************************The cold night air clung to Selena's skin like sweat as she darted through the hospital’s back entrance, heart thundering against her ribcage. She looked back frantically hoping and praying they were not right behind her. The satchel with the Spectacle was pressed tightly to her chest, the relic burning faintly through the leather as if aware of its surroundings. She knew her father's men weren’
Chapter twenty nine
The room was tense as both father and daughter stared at each other. Selena flinched at her father’s words but quickly masked her expression with a calm smirk.“In love?” she echoed, standing slowly, pacing toward the window. “You give James too much credit.”Reginald wasn’t convinced. “I’ve seen that look before, Selena. The same look your mother had when she thought I didn’t notice her slipping away.”Reginald asked Selena how her mother left them for another man. "She left at my weakest, but then I looked like I had something she had never thought I was going to have. Power." He had told Selena the story over and over again that it was beginning to get boring. She turned sharply. “Then maybe you should’ve paid more attention.”The words hung between them like ice.Reginald narrowed his eyes. “If you're letting your emotions cloud your judgement, you’ll end up ruining everything. We have come too far to just let everything go to waste."“No,” Selena said coldly. “I’m trying to sav
Chapter twenty eight
Strikers stood by the doorway, his shadow stretching across the room like a silent warning. His grin faded, replaced by a thoughtful frown as he looked at James—bruised, exhausted, but burning with something deeper. Determination."You don’t understand, kid," Strikers said after a long pause, his voice lower now. "This isn't a battle you win with fists. It's a war of wills, of conviction. And I’m not sure you’re ready for what’s coming."James sat up straighter, despite the pain. "Then train me. Teach me whatever it is you know. Because ready or not, I’m not stopping until I take down Carlos and get the spectacle back."Strikers tilted his head. “That desperation you’ve got—it’s a good start. But it’ll get you killed if that’s all you’re running on. You want me to train you? Fine. But it starts now.”James blinked. “Now? I can barely stand—”“Pain’s a good teacher,” Strikers interrupted. “And Carlos won’t wait for you to heal. You want power? Then crawl your way to it.”Before James c
chapter twenty seven
James froze, his heart racing despite the pain shooting through his ribs. The VIP room suddenly felt like a trap, not a safe place. His hands searched the floor, the bed sheets, the side table—nothing. The spectacle was gone. Gone. The one item tethering him to the system, the one item that kept him steps ahead.“Damn it!” he groaned, slamming his fist weakly against the bed frame. James tried to remember the fight between him, Strikers and Reginald. It couldn't have been Strikers. James remembered slamming him to the ground. He was down before he fainted. He couldn't have taken it. A soft knock startled him. He instinctively sat up halfway, wincing, his eyes darting to the door."James?" a familiar voice called out gently. It was Selena."Come in," he croaked, wondering why Selena had decided to come and pay him a visit. He wasn't expecting anyone. So far so good; no one had decided to visit him after the fight. She walked in slowly, holding a brown paper bag and a bottle of w
Chapter twenty six
The school was in a frenzy mode with what just happened. "Did you see what James did?" " You should have seen the way he fought that dude with the dagger. He was amazing." "The school deserves to give him an award for saving those students." "How do you think Selena's father knew about the fight? I heard he came just when it was about to happen." Another said, looking at his fellow students. Stiles, Trevor and the rest of his minions walked past them. "Fools. I wonder what is so special about him trying to say some dying students." Stiles said with anger. He looked ahead and saw Selena talking to her father with the Dean standing right in front of them. "Thank you very much, Mr Davenport. He is a good kid. Let me know how much his hospital bills are going to cost and also if he needs anything; don't hesitate to ask me." Reginald said with a smile. His face was bruised, but not that it mattered. "Are you alright, Dad?" Selena asked, seeing she was having a bit of torn
Chapter twenty five
James stopped abruptly. He could hear the muffled sound of the students as one of them ran towards him. "You are going to be alright, dude. Stay with me." James could feel the dagger in his back as blood oozed out of the cut. "You need to leave now! All of you." He shouted, pushing the boy in front of him. "I don't know how long I can hold him for!" Reginald shouted, pinning Striker's hands down. "Give me as much time as you can." James shouted as he tried to pry open the windows. The door was locked, and only Strikers could have it opened. "Go now!" James shouted as the students arranged a set of chairs to climb out through the window. One, two, three, four, five...James kept counting as Reginald battled Strikers. The last students were about going out through the window when Reginald let loose of Striker's hands. He plunged another dagger at the last student who was about to climb out. "No!" James shouted as he tried to hold it, but he was too late. The dagger pierces the
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