The woman stepped forward, still holding the gun with perfect aim right between the boy's eyes. She continued to walk until the gun was merely an inch from touching him and then she lowered it and lifted his chin with it. She looked straight into his eyes, as if she were looking into his soul. The woman had an odd feeling about her, she looked like someone that would help a charity case but she spoke as though she had no heart, instead a blackened void where her heart should be. As she peered at him she let out a disturbing chuckle.<br/><br/>"So, you want to die too? Do you think that standing up to me and asking for death is the way someone gets revenge?" She laughed again and at this point  a taxi cab finally appeared at their side. She opened the door of the cab and grabbed the boy's arm. "I could use someone like you, completely hopeless in understanding the ways of life yet so determined to be seen and heard." She uncocked the gun and put it in the garter hidden under her dress. She put on a sweet smile and an even sweeter, almost kind, voice. "Come on now, don't be shy." She held the door of the cab open for him and a smile spread across her face,  it seemed to be sincere and she nodded towards the cab. "I'm not going to hurt you."