No way!

"I think thats the boy" A man who leaned on car suddenly sprangs up, his eyes not leaving the back of a small boy.

"Let's go" His partner taps him and they both walk after the boy hurriedly hoping to not miss him but also trying to not raise suspicions.

Jackson immediately felt the presence behind him, he smirks leading them away from the crowds and into a silent alley which he was sure would be empty.

The two men face each other as they keep following the boy.

"Hey boy, stop right now" one of them call out not comfortable with the direction.

"Turn around slowly" the other said revealing his badge.

Jackson did as instructed. 'tch....cops' he scoffs to himself.

"We just want to ask some questions, we're not going to hurt you," the first one says seeing as the boy immediately began to shiver in fear, "we are from the Central intelligence agency, the CIA, have you heard of it?"

Jackson nods his head slowly,his arms wrapped around him and eyes not leaving the ground.

"OK, we just want to ask you some questions,OK?" Jackson nods again, eyes darting between both men like he was scared they'd attack him suddenly.

"Do you know a boy named Jeremy? He's a little older than you."

"Y...yes, he...he used to bully me" he stutters.

"Used to?"

"Y....yes"

"So you know he's dead?"

Suddenly Jackson straightens himself and reveals a very daunting smile laced with a lot of darkness. The two cops sensing the change pull back. One Of them reaching out for his radio which hung on his belt strap.

"Of course, I killed him" His smiles widens.

The other Pull out his gun. Maybe they should calm down and analyze what exactly was going on but for some reason they felt a reason to put their guards up.

The buzzing from the radio and their quickened heart beat filled the silent alley.

"Come on you guys, what could a little boy like me do?" Jackson takes a step forward, his arms stretched out.

"Stay where you are" one of them visibly shaken calls out as the both of them kept moving back.

"Calling unit 7, do you copy? There seems to be....grrgurr"

Jackson eyes focuses on the cop, he was making him gurgle. Seeing this, the other wonders,he points his gun forward.

"Put your hands in the air"

"Ok" Jackson Smiles and languidly lifts his hands.

#crack#

The gun falls out of his hands, his legs lifting off from the ground. He looks towards the boy and immediately knew that as he was lifting his hands so was he. Maybe if his partner had stopped clutching his own throat while gurgling, he would have tried to pull him back down.

"You know, you've not said when to stop" Jackson kept lifting his hands and the man kept going higher.

"Jackson! Put him down and stop this madness!" A voice shouts out.

Jackson turns to the voice and smiles. "OK"

#thud#

The man in the sky drops to the ground in a loud thud. The sound of bone cracking and the way his body laid awkwardly said something about his joints. He might not be able to walk for some days.

"Ouch! I think I dropped him too hard but is that supposed to make him sleep?"

He asked the lady whose face was painted with shock and disbelief.

Yes, she couldn't believe it,he'd just killed a cop. The man was dead. The sound of the gurgling man brought her out of her stupor. At least she could save him.

"Cingo!" Her hand points to the man.

"Ha! Do you think that will work against me? A weak protection spell?" His eyes flare. He turns to the man and immediately his gurgling stop, the man slumps to the ground.....dead.

"Asphyxia..... I think that's what humans would call it!" He turns to the witch.

Shock,disbelief,fear, where just an understatement to what she felt. How did he even know she was a witch. How was he still able to kill the man even after she thought she'd protected him. How did... How does he even know so much.

"I still wonder how my parents left me with a witch. Choose your words wisely or there'll be nobody to clean this mess."

And he just threatened her! She couldn't believe it. Now she was doubting his age. He couldn't be five. No way!