"This job is none too pleasant.", He says quietly to himself.
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The glistening night prevailed overhead as Sock and Aella walk down the street. Tall brick buildings surrounded them. Sock dressed in his usual attire of Ripped jeans, purple skirt, blue shirt, brown vest, pink scarf, red and purple striped socks, brown boots, and a wacky red and purple hat with yellow stars on the sides of the flaps hanging down by the sides of his face. A yellow pair of goggles over his bright green eyes. His light brown hair swept off to the side.
" Last night was great. Now let's find our next victim." Sock encourages.
"That sound perfect." Aella Chirps.
She in a pair of blue jeans, black socks, black converse, white shirt with blue long sleeves, and a black zip up jacket. Her light pink hair straightened and cascading down her back. Her light grey eyes wide and excited.
The two stak down the street looking for any potential victims lurking around. Just down the street A tall man in a white apron dirtied with flour and other ingredients walks out from a large dirty white door and drops a bag of garbage into the enormous Green dumpster against the rust colored brick wall.
"All in a day's work for a baker huh." He sighs to himself.
The two creep up staking towards their prey. Aella put on a beautiful silver masquerade mask that covers the entire right side of her face and the top just above the eye on the left side. The mask spiraling with designs, waves, and holes all over it. Rhinestones cover many spots making it shimmer in the night. Pushing her hair back she then put her hood up. Sock stayed as he was. Just behind the old man who was heaving big black bags of trash into the larger green dumpster, they both pulled out their weapon. Sock pulled out a small dagger from within his vest pocket. it had a brown wooden handle and a small acute silver piece of steel as the topper.. Though it may seem like it wouldn't be able to do that much damage, sock has used this one knife his entire life. From when he was a child to now he has always used his beloved dagger. Aella on the other hand pulled weapon from its holder around her waist connected to her belt.
the weapon she was using was a much larger knife, the blade of it long, sharp, had a slight acute triangular shape, and tinted a deep red. The handle was soft with a curved black outside grip and red where the finger grooves were. They griped their weapons coming closer and closer until they were just behind the large man. Aella and sock smiled at each other and nodded signaling that it was time to strike. They looked back at the man and Aella started laughing maniacally. The man was startled and jumped as she cackled away like a madman. He slowly turned on his heels now facing the two. He stared at them with terror in his eyes.
Sock then slowly walked slowly toward him. The man tried backing away but only hit his back on the dumpster behind him. He looked down at Sock not knowing what the boy will do.
