"Are you like a superhero?" "You could say that. I take kids and make sure they have better protection, because some parents misbehave, and need to be taught a lesson." He walks over to the other boy, and looks him up and down. He squats down and gets in his face. Chester's eyes turns into little, brown, wet, glass marbles. "What's the matter kid? Scared? You seem quiet. There's no need to be scared." Chester shakes his no, but you could tell he was scared. The man smiles down at him, his teeth were all yellow, and croaked, and he wasn't facing me, but I could smell his yucky breath. "Oh don't lie Chester boy. I don't like liars." "Not... not a lair." Chester whimpers. "Speak up brat, I didn't catch that." He says, and raises his hand like he was gonna hit the boy. "Don't hurt him! He's little." I yell, and put myself in front of him. I didn't really know this boy that well, but he seemed really scared, and sad, and I didn't like when people were scared and sad.