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When Daniel eventually went back to his apartment, he found Miguel standing outside of his door, looking through the keyhole with a knife in his hand. Thankfully, he hadn't seemed to notice the blonde yet, so he took the chance to use his powers. Miguel's eyes widened in panic as he went flying down the hall, accidentally stabbing himself in the stomach as he did so. Daniel couldn't even feel bad for him- After all, he was the one who had shown up at the Diaz's home with intentions to cause harm. "¿¡Qué carajo, Díaz!? (What the fuck, Diaz!?)"
"Viniste a mi casa con un cuchillo (You came to my house with a knife)" Daniel deadpanned in response. His Spanish still was far from perfect, and it took a fair bit of focus to find the words, but he'd picked up enough over the years to be semi-fluent. At least, well enough to where he could hold a short back and forth with those gangster assholes. "¿Qué diablos esperabas? (What the hell did you expect?)"
"Maldita perra (Damn bitch)" Miguel muttered under his breath as he got up. His stomach hurt like hell, and a part of him wanted to remove the knife but he wasn't a complete idiot. He knew he would just bleed out if he did that. Plus, it's not like the healthcare was very good in their town. If he removed the knife, he very well could've died. Daniel knew it too, and he wouldn't hesitate to take it out himself if Miguel tried to fight him.
"Fuera de aquí (Get out)" he told the gang member bitterly as he unlocked his apartment door. Miguel didn't need to be told twice.
"Goddammit" Daniel muttered as he entered into his all too familiar, shitty apartment. That was more talking than he'd done in a while (outside of his calls with Chris, of course). Usually, his interactions with the gangsters were pretty one-sided in the verbal department. Some of them had even begun to call him "El Asesino Silencioso" (or "The Silent Killer") due to his quiet yet violent nature. He was almost akin to that of a serial killer you would see in a slasher movie. Silent, creeping, and unafraid to harm others. Some fundamental part of his sanity had been broken long ago.
But, things were changing. Ever since Chris had returned into his life, he found himself talking more, even if he was a bit unpracticed in the Spanish language. He had been really talkative as a young child, but a lot had changed since the border. He was never the same since that fateful day, but that young, curious boy had never truly gone away. He had just gone dormant, and Chris was helping to slowly reawaken him. Maybe the lone wolf wasn't as unfixable as he thought... Huh
Suddenly, his phone began to ring. He frantically pulled it out, as he was startled by the sudden noise. He was expecting it to be Charles or Chris (those were the only people who called him), but he was surprised to see an unfamiliar number. Now, he was no stranger to the odd scam call, but those were usually accompanied by an auto-generated "Llamada De Estafa (Scam Call)" contact name attached to them. This one was different, as there was no contact name. Just a phone number, and the option to either answer or decline...
He answered, and was greeted with a voice he never thought he would hear again. The voice sounded older than he remembered, but it was unmistakable. It was the leader of the pack. The pack that the now-lone wolf and his older brother had once been a part of. This was the wolf that said older brother had fallen for.
Finn McNamara.