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So they have met and they now know that they were after each other. What next for them?


Chapter 6

Morgana walked closer to the wall and followed the red string on the wall from one photo to a news article back to another photo. It was her adulthood, her whole career on a wall. Someone else's wall. An assassin's wall.

The thought terrified her. She always expected to be the hunter rather than the hunted. She was glad not to see her parent's or sister's faces on the wall. He had just stayed with her. She was the target.

"You have done your research." She commented.

"Always do. I like to know who I am killing. Don't worry, I don't go any further and try and look at parents and siblings. Although, I did try for yours. Driscoll just sound familiar. I couldn't find anything."

She smirked to the wall. Of course he wouldn't find anything. Whoever killed her parents took them off every database they could, hiding them from the world like they had never existed. "So do I."

"Are you going to untie me?"

She turned to him. "Why would I do that? This is your flat, your territory. You know where everything is. I don't wish to die."

"I don't want to be in this business. I said no to killing you."

"After you did the research?"

"I was … intrigued by who they wanted dead."

"I think you are safer in the chair, tied up."

Merlin sighed. Not really the answer he wanted but he would have to accept it for the moment. "Who asked you to kill me?"

She shrugged. "Never asked."

"You never asked."

"Who wanted me dead?"

"One of the shareholders of Camelot."

"Which one?"

"I ..." He started.

Morgana laughed. "You never asked."

"I work for the company. Part of my contract is that Uther hires me and I don't ask too many questions. You are a freelancer."

"Still doesn't mean I ask any more questions that you do."

He licked his lips. "Doesn't it seem weird to you?"

"What? Why someone would want an assassin dead? I have been try to work it out ever since I found out you were an assassin."

Her ringtone sounded loudly around the flat and she stared at the time for sometime.

"It's him."

"Answer it. Put it on speaker."

Morgana looked at him before doing as he told her to. There was something about him that was making him grow on her. She tried to put it down to that they were similar.

"Have you done it yet?"

"They say that patience is a virtue."

"And I ask for it to be done as soon as possible."

"I have only just arrived in London."

"I wouldn't wait around. I have been patient. I have tried once to get him but … they wanted to try and get secrets out of him. They brought in his girlfriend. It was a big mistake." He paused. "It was satisfying though. To see him weep over her dead body."

Morgana turned around and looked at Merlin after he made a noise. He had turned away from her but the chair had moved slightly as well. The rope had rubbed at his wrists.

"Is there someone there with you?"

"I accidentally hit my hip on the table. These hotel rooms are so cramped."

"It sounded like someone."

"The cleaner has just come in. It surprised me. Don't worry, I gestured for her to go."

"Are you sure you are alone now?"

"Yeah."

"I need you alone."

"I wasn't alone when you told me about the job."

"That was before you took the job. You asked me how I wanted it done."

"Yes, and you left it up to me."

"Well, I do have a preference now. I want it to be slow. I want you to drag it out as much as possible. Now as you know about his girlfriend, use it against him. I want him to be pleading before you kill him."

She had done it many times before. She had killed people in the most awful ways to fulfil a brief that she was given. She was asked to film one of her kills for his own pleasure. She hadn't been okay with that one but she had still done it.

Something had changed now. With her picture on his wall, it confirmed her suspicion that there was more to this than she original thought. The question was on the tip of her tongue. Why do you want an assassin dead?

"Don't worry, I have the perfect way."

Her phone bleeped to signal the end of the call. Morgana turned around and sat down on the sofa. She looked up at her picture, as she suspected he did.

"Why?" She asked.

"What?"

"I became an assassin because when I was 10, I found my parents after they had been murdered." She explained. "The courts and police ruled that my father had a fit of rage and killed my mother. When he realised what he had done, he killed himself. I was the person to find them in the morning. I was put into care and had a number of counselling sessions because they thought I needed to talk about it to forget it. I never forgot it and I have been investigating it since I was 16. Why did you become one?"

Merlin sighed. "My dad was one. He wasn't there much of the time because of it. I only met him when I was in my late teens. He stayed away to keep us safe. He only came back because he was done with it. He taught me everything I know. He took me out, against my mum's wishes, and that's when I found out I was a good shot. Apparently it is in the family to become one. He was murdered."

"Still against your mother's wishes."

"Totally and utterly against them." He turned to look at her. "Trust me, I really don't want to be one any more."

They sat in silence for a moment.

"Please can you untie me."