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--3rd P.O.V.--
It was eerily silent in the cemetery. Not even the roaring of the cars in the city mangled to break through it. Two lone figures crept into the cemetery, illuminated by the pale glow of the moon. A shovel clutched in their hands. They were both covered in black from head to toe, making them blend into the surroundings as they scoured the cemetery, looking for something. Instead, they relied on the light from the moon; little may it be, to read the words engraved on the tombstones. The two soon split up, not to cover more ground but to quicken the search. They only had so much time, and their boss was already angry.
An hour had passed until the shrill note of a whistle fills the air. The one who hadn't whistled stopped his search and sprinted over to his companion. His companion was leaning in front of a grave, they both could only manage to read the words;
"You'll never know if you can fly unless you take the risk of falling,"
Carved into the tombstone, but they couldn't read the name. Not that that mattered, the entire look of the grave had been engraved into them. The two sighed in annoyance as they moved forward and thrust their shovels into the soft toil.
It took twenty minutes for the soft thud of wood hitting metal to echo around the creepy grounds. And another ten for them to free the wooden coffin, from it, 's earthy cell. The two figures had sweat pouring off of them, despite the chilly night air. Together, huffing and puffing, they dragged the coffin, to the streets beyond the cemetery. There, they shoved it into the back of a van before quickly covering their tracks and racing out of there.