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A/N: Hope you enjoy :D
Chapter 2
Merlin felt a rush of cold air hit his face as he was pulled
roughly to his feet and pushed forwards towards the cold air. Confused and
disorientated, he stumbled sideways and managed to hit his head on an open
overhead locker sending his head reeling back into darkness.
He awoke for a second time in what he assumed to be a van.
His face pressed against a wooden floor, and hands tied behind his back, Merlin
could hear the engine and feel the motion of the vehicle beneath him. A warm
streak of blood trickled down his forehead, mixing with the first tear he
allowed to escape his eyes. Realising the blindfold had been taken off of him;
Merlin opened his eyes slowly, only to be met with more darkness.
Raised voices drifted back to where Merlin lay. A man’s voice
shouted;
“Just kill him now! That will be revenge enough. It will
break Arthur to know he is dead and it’s his fault.”
Merlin focused all his attention to the conversation
discussing his fate.
A calmer, woman’s voice replied;
“No Cenrid. We must stick to
Morgana’s plan; she knows Arthur the best.
“I don’t see your sister doing any of the dirty work!
We’re the ones putting our necks on the line, and for what?” Cenrid hissed at
his wife.
“Have you forgotten how so many of
our family and friends died at Arthur’s hand?” Morgause shouted as Cenrid
killed the engine.
Merlin heard footsteps either side
of the van, prior to the doors being flung open. Before his eyes could adjust
to the sudden light, he was pulled to his feet by strong, rough hands. Tripping
over his own feet slightly, he was guided by one hand still attached to his arm
towards, what Merlin could make out to be, a large, grey warehouse type
building.
“No, but you seem to have forgotten
that on Uther’s orders that the mission was carried out. Arthur was just doing
his job.”
“He was part of it. Don’t tell me
you’ve gone soft?” Morgause smirked as she headed off in front, opening the
door for her hostage, revealing World War Two Spitfires lining both sides of a
massive hanger.
As Merlin walked through the door
he was led over to a large group of people, setting a camera up on a tripod. He
was forcefully pushed into a chair facing the camera, his ankles being tied to
the legs of the chairs by Cenred. Merlin could see Morgause striding over to a
small group of people.
“You bitch. Arthur trusts you!”
Merlin shouted as he saw who Morgause was embracing.
Morgana turned and marched over to
Merlin, smirking as she saw him tied to the chair.
“So our guest has arrived.” She
leaned down towards him so they were face to face. “Nice to see you again
Merlin.”
“What has Arthur ever done to you?”
Merlin snarled, leaning back away from her.
“Aw don’t be like that.” She grabbed
his face pulling it forward so he was inches away from her face.
She dug her nails into his skin
before pushing his face away and walking over to the camera that was now fully
ready.
“Now Merlin, you are going to be a
good little boy and read what we show you, so dear Arthur can come and rescue
you. Is that understood?”
“And if I don’t?” Merlin gritted
his teeth, slyly testing the bonds that held his arms behind his back.
Morgana merely nodded towards a man
to her left that pulled a gun from his pocket and held it pointing at Merlin.
“Also, you dare to say any of our
names or where we are and let’s just say you won’t even live to regret it.”
Merlin wondered when Morgana had become so bitter and cold hearted. “Now smile
for Arthur.” She said before hitting the record button.
Charlotte and me just doing what the sign says...
