He's dead, I killed him.

The only words that ran through Angel's head as he gripped the knife tightly in his hand. It was hard to see through the one bruised eye but he knew what he had done. Bluish blood pooled on the floor surrounding the darkened screen, the only sounds in the entire room came from tv static and Angel's haggard breathes. Angel is no stranger to death, especially in a world where it surrounds him, but this felt different. The finality of it all slowly caught up with him. The overlord underneath him was no more, there was nothing coming back and no life after this. His soul was gone, he was truly dead.

Knocking reverberating through the spacious room broke him free of his thoughts. Oh no, it can't be Val, when he sees dis I'm gonna be worse than dead, Angel thought. I have ta get outta here.

Angel frantically looked around for an exit in the room, the knocking from the entrance making him jump every so often. His eyes darted around the room, only when he looked up did he see it. A round closed shutter in the middle of the ceiling, a skylight. He wasted no time, holding the knife between his teeth, he ran to one of walls of mounted televisions and grabbed on lifting himself upwards using the gaps between the televisions as hand-holds. Soon enough he was at the very top, from there he latched onto the ceiling with a clawed hand. Pain shot through his arm, he still hadn't recovered from the wounds Vox inflicted. But he knew if he didn't hang on he would die, so he pressed onwards thrusting his opposite hand into the ceiling as well. One after another he swung his way to the middle of the ceiling to the shutter. Swinging his feet back he thrusted forward and up slamming his heels into the shutter. Nothing. Creasing his brow, he thrusted his feet forward again kicking at the shutter, hitting it with a grunt and feeling it shudder in response. He could feel warm blood trickle down his arm from his fingers, he was losing his grip. *I ain't gonna fuckin' die again.* Shouting Angel delivered another powerful kick that broke the shutters open and swung his legs over to the outside. Freeing his hands he quickly flipped the rest of his body outside and onto the roof.

Lying on his back he took a couple moments to catch his breath but something seemed off. The sky was darker than usual and extremely loud. Craning his neck forward he noticed a giant chain coming from the object above and a couple larger canons.

Is that... Pentious? What the fuck is he doin' here? Doesn't matta' I can't fight nobody else, not even him, I need to leave. Need ta.. go back... ta the hotel.

Angel got his bearings, looking around the area he recognized he was taken to Vox's home. He could still see the bright lights of the studios but the rest of Pentagram City blocked his view of the Happy Hotel. Taking a couple steps forward he saw the roof went on a slanted path down towards the ground. Carefully sitting down Angel slid down the length of the roof and fell ten feet to the ground.

SNAP

Angel heard and felt the bone in his right leg break in half, causing him to scream out in pain. He didn't need to look to know how bad it was, every movement sent jolts of pain that froze him in place.

"Hello? Who issss out here? Vox?"

FUCK! No... it's ova', Charlie...

Angel slumped forward, hitting his head on something metal. In his weakened confused state, he looked up and saw the bumper of a car. Vox's car... he left it out here? Angel remembered being forced into it but was knocked out sometime during the trip. But that didn't matter now, Angel had to get in and get away before Pentious found him. Crawling along the ground he went to the side facing away from the front of the house and towards the passenger door. There was no way to know if it was unlocked, but Angel was out of options. Pulling on the handle the door popped open. Angel thanks his luck before hoisting his body into the car, dragging his feet behind him. He closed the door behind him and propped himself up into the driver's seat. The windows were tinted and with how dark it was outside it would be hard to see him in there, more luck. Angel then began to feel around the car looking for keys. Unfortunately he wasn't so lucky this time.

Fine, I've hotwired cars before, this car looks no different.

Angel ducked his head underneath the wheel, but before he went to work he noticed something. The car had a push-to-start button. Angel shook his head, it doesn't matter, without a key it still won't work. But then Angel caught himself again. Vox was always tech heavy, wanting to make everything easily accessible for him with as few steps as possible. He could command technology with a wave of his hand, why wouldn't he want everything to reflect that? But it couldn't be that easy...right? Reaching with his hand he pressed the button, and the car roared to life. Son of a bitch, Angel thought.

Putting the car in drive, he turned the lights on and faced forward. Pentious was standing in front of him. "Son of a bitch," Angel said.

"Really?! Trying to ditch me, again? I have an airship you know, I could just follow you. Look it is EXTREMELY rude to ask for a meeting only to depart said meeting. Was this a prank, did Valentino put you up to this?" Pentious slithered closer to the car, "Ooooh, if there is one person I have to say irks me more than Angel Dust it's..." he stopped, squinting through the lights into the windshield. He saw him. "Angel... Dust?"

Shit! Angel slammed on the gas with his left foot, crossing over his broken leg. This caught Pentious by surprise, and he was sent tumbling over the car as Angel sped away. Driving down the street Angel weaved haphazardly through traffic, running on pure adrenaline. He wasn't going to stop until he reached the Happy Hotel. The lights of Pentagram City flew by as he drove. Adrenaline began to wear off and he found his eyes starting to close. The pain was overcoming him, even as the shadow of the hotel on the horizon grew larger he was having trouble finding the strength to not give in. Eventually, everything grew dark.

CRASH

The sound of the car slamming into a wall stirred Angel awake and caused him to cough up some blood. Hazily, he peered out through the broken windshield and found he was in front of the hotel. Although cracked he recognized the painted glass windows that adorned its front. Then he noticed the door opening.

"WHAT THE FUCK! Can you not see where you're driving?! Estúpido imbécil descuidado! Alright, now, out of the car!"

"Vaggie please calm down, it isn't too bad, Niffty can fix the damages."

"Charlie I'm not worried about that. We don't know who this is, please stay inside it could be dangerous."

Vaggie. Charlie. Coughing a couple more times, Angel leaned against the door and hissed through his teeth as another wave of pain went through his body. Pulling on the handle he sent his body tumbling out to the ground in front of the couple. "Ch... Charlie, he-help." It was all he could force out before his mind went black once again.