The (would-be) robber gulped, closing his eyes. "Yes, I did." He admitted, pulling the trigger. The boy's heart stopped, his eyes widening and his irises growing smaller. "I'm dead" ran through his again and again and again, expecting to feel the metal shooting through him any second. But the feeling never came, as it moved through him like a ghost, not even his clothing moving. As soon as it passed through him, it formed a physically body, moving towards Alex.<br/><br/>It, however, hit the wall to his side. "But, don't think I plan on shooting him." He said, his voice still calm, the boy freaking out in his hand, asking how did he do that and begging him to let him go. The man grimaced, knowing that was going to be a fight of wills. Whoever back down first was the winner.