1. Ache

                                    

                                          
-January 15th
                          
M/n scrambled around the corner, keeping the wallet close. Usually, people didn't chase after or Even Notice but this guy did. He refused to let M/n out of his sites. Marco continued to run after the little Brat that stole his wallet, How the kid had managed to do so was beyond him, but at least he managed to find out who did. Marco was starting to run out of breath, ready to downright tackle the poor kid.
                          
"MILO! NOW!" M/n yelled
                          
a Chain link fence forcing itself into Marco's path, he jumped the fence, landing in a Puddle of water, Fairly deep it went up to his ankles. Milo snickered, standing behind M/n. M/n shoved the wallet in his pocket. letting his 'Devil's Gift' Lose. Electricity Sparking from his hands, creating tiny Tazers between his fingers, creating a 'Webbing' of Sorts. M/ns hair lifted itself the High the voltage went. Marco's eyes widened, Looking down, then Back up towards the brat.
                          
"Don't you dare-yoi," Marco growled. "I just want my damn wallet back."
                          
M/n handed the Wallet to Milo, Milo fished out the money, tossing the now, empty wallet into the water in front of the blonde man.
                          
"There. You've got your wallet. Now Scram before I Grill you!" Telephone wires in the area Sparked. Marco glared silently, taking his wallet out of the water. Climbing back over the fence and heading back to the people he had abandoned.
                          
Once he was gone The lines stopped sparking and M/ns hair returned to cup his face. he sighed, Squeezing his hand for a moment, feeling any excess electricity leave. Milo tapped his shoulder.
                          
"Did you get more?"
                          
M/n smirked, "All of them." The boy fished the other wallets out of his pockets. Both boys began sifting through their loot. Planning to return the wallets once all the Cash was taken out of them. Credit cards and Debit cards were useless to them because of the Pin's they had on them. 
                          
"So! How much! You're the one who knows how to count properly!"
                          
"...Shut up!" M/n snapped, having just lost count. "About 500... Jeez, these guys were loaded..."
                          
"500!? In total!?"
                          
"No, just in that One guy's wallet! I haven't even gone through the others yet..."
                          
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Milo's jaw went slack. How much money did these guys have on them, There were four of them in total when they saw them. One with a weird Pompourdor, The blonde guy, a Fishman, and a Crossdresser. Once the boys added the totals of all of them their eyes bulged out of their heads. They had looted 1100 Beli. That was more than they'd ever had.
                          
"We have to save it! Ration it. So... We'll buy the simple stuff first, Like some food that lasts long... You some new Shoes... Maybe a new shirt and Pants. but that's all we can spend okay!" M/n looked happy.
                          
"Yeah! But what about you?"
                          
"Shoes are for Pussy's..." M/n grumbled... His honest opinion on shoes.
                          
"Really."
                          
"Whose the one stealing the wallets and doing the threatening?" M/n hummed, having already won the argument without trying.
                          
"Yeah, yeah whatever-" Milo's eyes widened, scrambling back a bit, ushering M/n to follow him.
                          
The hairs on the back of M/ns neck stood on end. Just barely dodging the hand that went out to grab him. The Air started to condense, Sparks flew around the area. Shutting off all of the power, The alleyway pitch black. 
                          
"Damn Brat." The man said gruffly
                          
M/n having already adjusted to the dark grabbed Milo's wrist and made a break for it. Having stuffed most of the money in his pocket already. Shaking his head while he ran he felt the energy leave his body. Pushing on as the Street lights turned back on. M/n and Milo ran all the way back to the junkyard. Sneaking back in and heading to the Small crevasse they lived in. Groaning as Milo walked over to the old metal Army-grade first aid kit. Gently taking M/ns hands, he placed a cold damp rag on M/ns hands, cooling the burns before gently wrapping his hands in bandages.