after the end - timothée chalamet & marcus baker

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"i will blow her head if any of you take a step closer!" the man says, his voice was the exact voice from the man in the car.

i close my eyes holding the man arm that was held against my throat.

"i only want her—the rest of you can go!" he shouts at them.

timothée holds the gun from behind his back, i knew he was ready to kill him. "you're not taking her." he says.

"i'll kill her in front of that little girl instead! do you want that?" he screams even louder.

i look timothée in the eyes; knowing this was the last time i'll ever speak to him. "let him take me, just go." i say.

he nods doubtfully. "i wont."

"you will. it stops here timothée. your worries are gone. take care of riley. now walk." i say, my voice is shaken up, almost like my throat stopped me from saying it.

timothée eyes were dull and empty, he has a troubled look on himself. his face looked pinched, his eyebrows pulled down with concern. his lips trembling, like he didn't know what to do.

"fate...no." he says with fear.

i raise my eyebrows at him, alerting him. "turn her away." i say.

marcus face was unexpected, like he wanted to help but he couldn't. riley has a confused look on her face and cried for me not to leave with this man.

"fate don't go with him." she whimpered with tears. marcus uses all his force to keep her turned away as she kept trying to look and run over to me.

the pistol still being held to my head, i pushed the gun away as hard as i could. my brain doesn't register anything that happened in the first seconds. but i felt nothing, like i was in shock. the feeling of something cold running down my face.

i was on the ground, laying there holding my face with the uncontrollable bleeding.

the man was shot the abdomens and chest by timothée. he kicks the mans gun away and rushes over to me.

this is the first time i've seen him cry over me, he holds in it. "fate—you're bleeding." his hands are shaky, ripping a piece of his shirt to put besides my face. "please—if you die, i do. fate please!" he begged.

i hold my face, feeling where i was shot. the blood slowly streams down the side of my cheek. "i'm okay." i say.

the shot missed my head entirely and cut a part of my face and ear. timothée holds the cloth to my face gently, i whimper a little from the pain.

i get up to look at the man, his eyes rolling back still catching his breath.

"why?" i say, my voice trembles.

"why not? there's no law." he laughs. "i should've killed you all when i had the chance."

"annabeth smith." i say, i knew he had a relation to her, his eyes were the same color as hers, his voice strong and held a southern tone.

"my daughter." he says. "i was suppose to find her, sent her off to kill a couple of people." he chuckled with evil in his blood.

"you should stop looking. i killed her." i say to him. 
his face is fumes with anger as he closed his mouth tightly. "you have a sick family sir."

i realized how bad the world actually was, nobody intentions were truly good. some killed for no reason, like they were hunting others down like animals.

he smiles at me with pride before he died. 
he was D'Amico.

i fall onto the ground on my knees, my energy completely drained to the bottom. the silences of the wind flow through my hair.

"she's okay riley, just don't turn around. not right now." marcus repeated to riley. "fate is okay." they were further in the distances, i can hear riley cries as marcus tries to comfort her.

timothée kneels down to look at me, his face filled with trauma. he moved my hair out of my face, tucking it behind my hair.

"you alright?" he says.

"mhm." i say slowly, not looking at him.

he gently kisses me on the top of my head, he holds my face and looks at me. "it's gonna be okay fate." he rubs his thumb on the side of my cheek. i was overwhelmed with warmth and a safe feeling in my heart.

i parted my lips and look up at him in shock. timothée kissed me on the top of head, as scared as i was in the moment; it suddenly stopped.

it sent electricity to my heart and eyes. it was wholesome and sweet, i needed reassurance so badly.

am i falling in love with him? i promised myself i wouldn't.