to be with danger

this can't be happening!

To a store in town, type darted his eyes has the shop keep placed things into his bag to then push it to him with a smile, type nodded without much expression, to grab the bag to turn to head outside to go to the curb to place his hand up to signal for a taxi.
He lowered his hand to then shiver.
Even with layers of clothes, I'm still cold.
Hate the winter this year.
Type took in a deep breathe, to then get into the taxi to then lean up a bit to tell them his address, nodding, the then went off.
Turning his head, type then reached into the bag to withdraw something to then hang his head to eat, he couldn't help it.
After a short drive, type placed his finished food wrapper to his bag to then get out to watch the taxi leave to dart his eyes, he then turned to sign. The taxi had to leave him a bit before his house because of the snow.
Type took in a deep breathe to place the bags arm to his shoulder to then make the trip, half way through he had to stop to hang his head to breathe in and hard.
Almost there......if I didn't have.....
Type rolled his eyes to then have caught his breathe to then go more forward, getting to his stairs he placed his hand to the railing to take in very long deep breathes to then go up the only two to then go inside.
Going to the kitchen, he then took off his scarves to place the bag to the counter to then freeze.
Hearing a noise, he then slowly peered his eyes up to widen them.
Mr. Tyme was there sitting to his couch, to have a cigarette to his mouth to take in a long drag to then flick the lighter off, he then got up to step towards him to take that cigarette out to blow smoke into his face, type turned his head to make a face.
Mr. Tyme lightly chuckled to then take another puff.
"Thought...... You didn't....'
"Mm....."
Mr. Tyme then placed the cigarette out, to then grab out his gun to pistol whip type.
Type hunched himself over a bit to place a hand to his cheek to rub.
The pain was unbelievable.
Mr. Tyme looked to him with no expression .
"Think I would have to break my gun to show you how much pain and turmoil you've caused to me."
Type then squeezed his eyes tightly shut has he felt the cold metal of the gun to the side of his head.
Mr. Tyme then clicked it back.
"You are nothing but a fucking murderer!"
Type took in very deep breathe to then turn his head, to raise his hand to wrap it about the gun to place it to his forehead to let his hand fall to continue to eye Mr. Tyme.
"You are one to talk."
Type then moved a bit to the side has Mr. Tyme pistal whipped him to the face once more, type hung his head to stroke his cheek.
"Fuck!"
Mr. Tyme kept his hand up with his finger to the trigger.
"Mmmm, I might have a higher body count now because of you, however there is one soul that truly mattered."
Type darted his eyes has he's back was to Mr. Tyme.
"What are you...."
Mr. Tyme smirked.
"I killed everyone who killed my baby!"
Types lips parted to look down.
"You..... Wouldn't...... They were....."
"Your fault type. Now how do you wish to die? Given our.... History, I'll give you a choice. Either with my gun to your forehead or just like this. You have 5 mintues."
Type flexed his fingers to the top of the counter.
"What the hell is the matter with you!"
"Time is counting down. If it does I chose "
Type shook his head.
"Your fucking evil!"
"Never said I wasent. Now what is your choice?"
Type started to take in deep breathes has he thought.
What the fuck can I do without telling him I'm.....
Mr. Tyme tilted his head has to look over type to then turn it to look about.
You are very much a neat freak, Mr. Tymes eyes then widened to part his lips, his gun started to shake in his hand, he lowered his arm to go slowly to a bottle to pick it up to eye over it.
"Type......" He mumbled quietly.
Type to the corner of the counter darted his eyes has he tried to come up with something.
Mr. Tyme then gritted his teeth to throw the bottle to the side, to turn to go straight to type to move him about to place the gun under his chin to look at him in pure fury.
"What in the hell are you doing with pre natals!"
Types whole body quivered to look to Mr. Tyme to not utter one single word.
Mr. Tyme narrowed his eyes to then slowly look down, type was wearing a lot of layers but you could see a bump.
Mr. Tyme placed the gun to his stomach to keep his eyes to the action, type trembled to then gulp with a dry throat.
Mr. Tyme took in a very deep breathe, he then placed a hand to the top of types coat to then unzip to then use the barrel of his gun to move his shirt up a bit to then step back to keep his gun out to aim it at types swollen stomach to shake his head in disbelieve.
"Your...... Your....."
Tears started to come down types face, he then lowered his shirt to place his hands to his stomach to look at mr. Tyme with a hard face.
Mr. Tyme then looked to him with very hard anger.
"How in the hell are you still pregnant!"
Type took in a very long breathe to close his eyes.
Mr. Tyme then went to type to place his hand to his hair to grip to then place the gun under his chin.
"Tell me how you are still to be pregnant!" He screamed.
Types chin. Quivered to look over this man.
"Go to hell!"
Mr. Tyme narrowed his eyes to then place hit type over the head to render him under to then pick him up bridal style to take him to the bedroom to place him to the bed to take off his upper layers to then sit to the edge of the bed to place a hand to types extended stomach to shake a bit.
How are you...... Still here!
Known to type, this was something he was going to have to tell.