Angel could feel the cold steel of knife to his throat. Fear and tension were rising.
"I've been waiting a long time for this moment," Daniel said the breathe causing his ponytail to sway.
"Ten years, last time I saw you, you were impatient, must've been hell waiting for so long," Angel said his body stiffening.
"Still a smart ass, huh?" Daniel said sliding the knife across his throat, it didn't break the skin it just made Angel shake with fear. "But you're still a cowering bastard!" he said, taking the knife and stabbing Angel's left shoulder blade.
Angel screamed in pain. Daniel quickly tore the blade out of his shoulder, and was about to bring it down again, when Angel grabbed his wrist and twisted it. The knife fell to the ground. Angel kicked it away. Daniel grabbed Angel's throat, Angel punched him in the stomach. Daniel pushed him away and ran for the knife. Angel grabbed him and threw him to the ground, and walked over to the knife, he picked it up and looked at it.
Daniel ran at Angel and was immediately was invaded by the knives cold steel. He looked down at his stomach, the knife was lodged in his liver. Angel came back to his senses, the last thing he remembered was the knife in his hand. Then he felt a warm liquid running over his hand. He looked at it, it was blood. He looked back at Daniel his face was pale.
"You brought it on yourself," Angel said twisting the knife then pulling it out of his stomach. Daniel fell to the ground, writhing in pain. Angel looked at what he did. "So much for parole," he thought to himself.
Angel walked into his apartment, and entered the bathroom, he turned the shower on,
undressed, and got in. He let the water wash the blood.
Okay, short chapter, but out of ideas for this part, next chapter will be loner and better.