This is just a random drabble that I got into my head and I wanted to get it out.
I don't own Merlin.
He wasn't meant to find out like this. Not like this.
"Run."
No, never like this. Not when Merlin had just killed men. He was meant to see him healing someone, saving someone, not taking lives.
"Arthur, please."
"Run."
Merlin stared into the eyes of his king. The pain, betrayal and anger there made Merlin's breath get caught in his throat and tears blurred his vision.
Freak. Monster. Liar. Traitor.
"Run. Now. If I see you again I will kill you, now run. You have two hours to get out of Camelot."
Merlin glanced at the knights who were all looking conflicted, but they stood with their King. Merlin shook his head at his King, because no matter what, Arthur would always be his king.
"Arthur, I'm sorry."
"Run." The fury in Arthur's voice caused Merlin to flinch. He lifted a hand out to plea, but the look Arthur's eyes, and the rest of the knights' stopped him. Fear. They feared him. Feared the monster. The freak. The wrong one.
And rightly so.
"I'm sorry." Merlin whispered, taking a step backwards, and another, before turning and running. Running from his friends, his family, his home. He didn't belong there, he didn't deserve to be there. He was wrong, he was a monster, he was a liar, a betrayer. He didn't deserve to have a family or be loved. He was wrong. And he would always be wrong.
End