There they hold me at gunpoint shaking with fear. Surrounded on a cliff cars in a formation and guns facing me I snicker under me breath.
"Ma'am please let the boy go.", they say uneasily. I laugh and smirk at their stupidity. "Ma'am. We will shoot.", the police state. "You'll hurt the boy then Captain.", another police argues.
Silence falls once I start giggling. Police men are so easy to fool around with. I drop the boy as he starts wailing and I walk towards the police. They step back guns still held towards me.
I grin and laugh again. This time they don't hesitate and shoot. But I'm too quick for them. I hold out my left arm as the skin hardens into pure silver and dodges the bullets off.
The police stand there in complete shock but try to shoot again. Dodge. Dodge. Miss. Too late. Too slow.
"Ma'am?", they ask. "My name is SLYVIA!", I scream now irritated. I swig the cars into each other with my fingers and slam the ground with lightning of bolts. The police fall injured and hurt. Maybe even dead.
I look back at the child, now he is tear stained, dirty, and staring at me with fear. I walk towards him as he screams for help. I grab him and then with the snap of my fingers we transport away.
You may be wondering what's going on. Well let's start from the complete and uttering beginning. It all started months ago with moving to new towns...
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