The man with the purple uniform smirked as he waited outside the pizzeria, he was waiting for just the right time...
He spotted the crying child out of the restaurant. The purple uniformed man pulled out his weapon, the stainless steel blade glinting in the moonlight. He approached the child, a low chuckle rising from deep within his throat.
The young child's breath hitched as he saw another figure join him in the reflection of the glass doors. As he turned around with a whimper, his eyes widening in fear, the man grabbed the young boy's arm roughly.
"M-My mother's back there, she's c-coming back I know it!"
"I know your mother..." The man said, pulling the kid closer to his knife, "I'll be sure to tell her that your last moments where dedicated to her..." He sneered, plunging the knife into the boy's chest.
The boy screamed but was cut short as the man in purple slit the child's throat.
The only sound left was the faint sounds of laughing and music from within the pizzeria...