Michael's look turned from panic to horror when he realized that things were about to take a turn for the worse. Daniel sprawled on the floor, sweating and panting as his stomach and waist hurt so much.
"Fuck pregnancy, why me...." he screeched, yelling the more.
Michael looked at him with a confused gaze and landed on the masked man, who came closer with the saw, trying to direct it at Daniel but stopped when a shadow came from the far end.
Daniel paused for a while in his labour entrails and looked at the doorstep, and lo and behold, it was the devil himself: Mateo Valez.
All this while they were battling, right here it wasn't Mateo but his minions. Daniel wanted to yank his body out to let in some cozy air; he really was damn uncomfortable.
"We meet again, Daniel. Like, we really need to stop seeing each other like this. It really isn't appropriate." Matt sent one of his death-like, chilling smiles to Daniel, one that froze the latter's expression.
