Little boy

Kimberly walked around the hallway of Clinton's mansion. These few weeks have been hard on her, her only mistake was meeting someone like Henry. Her life had been in danger ever since.

"Ouch!" Kimberly exclaimed, she tripped on something.

"Lalalalalala" a little boy mocked her.

"Who are you? Why did you do this?" She asked furiously.

"You came here to steal my brother's attention, I'm going to destroy you." The little boy was Threatened.

"Isn't that too harsh for a kid of your age to say? come help me up." She asked calmly. Gesturing for him to come closer.

"Why would I? I'm not a hero, I'm a villain." He stated. Folding his hands across his chest.

"Ouch, it hurts!" Kim cried. Painful. Trying to gain the little boy's pity. And she successfully did.

The little boy walked close to her and stretched his hand to help her up.

Unexpectedly, Kim dragged him to the floor and tickled him.

"Let go of me, let go of me" he cried. Struggling with her.

"What is your name?," She finally asked when