MWAHAHAHAHA!
I can finally claim my place on the S.E.S. (Super Evil Squadron) with my rightful place right next to Morgana!
If you're thinking, what the hell is wrong with this chick, well there's a lot. But today I'm specifically celebrating my defeat of the repulsive cross country! You should all be indebted to my victory, because without it this chapter would not have been written nearly as quickly!
I've also decided to try out smirking. It works for Morgana, so, why not?
If I'm going to be part of the S.E.S. I also need a super evil nickname! Any suggestions?
Random: How about Idiot?
Me: Shut-up, Dollophead! *attempt at smirk, but looks more like weird smile (what my smirk actually looks like, no kidding)!*
Random: Wow! You really suck at this evil stuff; that wasn't even offe…
Me: You're mean :(
Oh and by the way I'm probably not listening to the most appropriate songs (All Star, Clocks, Viva La Vida, etc not depressing music) for a depressing story like this so it may turn out a little messed up.
Okay enough is enough. Now let's continue with the story.
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The pain hit him like a tonne of bricks. It enveloped each and every limb, from the tips of his toes to the top of his head.
It was a bit like afire, except a million times hotter. The fire burned every muscle scolding it in the heat yet freezing it in the ice.
But Merlin could feel where the fire had originated from. His heart. It was pounding, his pulse throbbing through his entire body. He could feel the fire clench around it, cold and hot all at the same time. He could do nothing, but sit and feel.
It was his own fault that he felt this way, he had caused this. It was his fault. He could've prevented this. His own pain could've been prevented.
His own pain! How could he even think that? This wasn't about him. This was about his mother. His most treasured possession, the one closest to his heart.
His Heart.
There he went again. His own pain. How could he do this? He should've been there, he should've done something! He was practically a physician he could've cured her. He could've saved her. He could've done everything! He would've done everything in his power! He would've, he could've, but now he can't.
And it's all his mothers fault. If she'd told him about this they wouldn't be in this situation. He could've come and healed her, spent a few days with her, seen how she was, reminisced over old times, had a few laughs. Oh how he wished that it was all over.
The pain was just to much. He tried to relieve some of it by moving, but it was unbearable.
Slowly, he managed to unclench his hands, and reach out for something to grab, something to pull him out of this pool of darkness. This pain was like nothing he'd faced before. Nothing could compare to this. He'd always had escape plans, but now everything had just caught up with him. Lancelot, Will, Balinor, Gaius and now Mo… Moth… Mothe… No! He refused to say it. He couldn't force himself to do that, he just couldn't force himself deeper into the pool.
He just wanted Gaius. But no, the world hated him; it just wanted to take everything it could form Merlin. Right at that moment, Merlin despised everything. People, places, existence. He just hated it all. Nothing would bring him out of this endless hole that he'd dug for himself.
He couldn't handle it, he jut couldn't. He just anted it to all stop, but he knew that sitting here would just prolong these wretched thoughts. He had to get out, get out of this suffocating place. He had to get out, so he did.
He ran and he ran. He ran through the streets, the crowds splitting down the middle to let the crazed young man pas through.
He ran and he ran.
He ran through the markets, passing the stalls, the greedy merchants trying to lure him in with catchy phrase and well-spun lies.
But he ran and he ran.
Through the gates, passing the guards who tried to stop him, only to collapse as they edge to close to him. Now there was nothing in his way.
So he ran and he ran.
He knew old habits died hard, but this was the only way he knew to get rid of the retched pain. People didn't understand. They just got in the way.
How is he? Is he alright? Oh, I heard what happened! Are you ok?
The voices that tormented him every day, the never ending voices. They never left, but when he ran, they faded into the background while the wind whipped through his ears, stinging his eyes as the tears leaked across hiss cheeks.
He ran and he ran.
And then he stopped. It was his place, yet it was not.
It was his lake, yet he could sense that it wasn't just his anymore.
There was someone else's pain mixed with his in the air. He could feel it. It wasn't of grief, more of anguish.
And then he saw it.
Arthur as wait deep in the water, his fists clenched tightly, as if grasping something that he despised so much. He was facing away, his gaze in the distant mountains.
Merlin's blood boiled. He'd run away, to get away, not to rejoin his past. This was his place. His, not Arthur's. Everything was Arthur's, except here. This was Merlin's. And Arthur was not welcome, non one was welcome.
Merlin charged into the water, his legs splashing over the surface. He could feel Arthur's emotions leaking into the water mingling with hi own. NO! This was his place, the one thing that the king couldn't take from him.
He saw Arthur turn around, but did he care. No.
He shoved Arthur. And Arthur let him. He punched Arthur, and Arthur let him.
"No! Th…This is my place! Get out! GET OUT! You d..don't bel..belong here. GET OUT!"
He threw his heart into every punch, accenting it wit the death of a loved one. For Will, for Balinor, for Gaius, for Freya, fo… for Mother.
The sheer pain of admitting it was too much. He could feel the ever-burning fire deepen within himself. Every muscle, limb, organ was burning on fire. A consistent burning that just took everything out of him. Every ounce of resistance he had left.
Merlin collapsed into Arthur's arms.
"Why? Why does the world hate me? Why does everything hurt? Why me?" Merlin sniffed into Arthur's chest as Arthur lifted Merlin out of the water.
There soaking wet clothes dripped water all over the bank, but Merlin didn't care. He didn't care that he was cold. He didn't care that he was crying. He didn't care about anything, except his mother.
So to everyone who didn't believe I was evil, what do you think now?
I already know I'm a Mastermind, so, when you review, because I know you will, or YOU WILL FEEL MY WRATH :P, I don't want you to tell me how fantastic I am,
JOKING! I'm not that Narcissistic … yet! KIDDING!
I feel really evil because I've written part of one of the upcoming chapters and I know that it's really evil. But you won't know what it is unless you review! :)
Well I would really appreciate if you could leave me a review so that I know what you want me to improve on my one decent story in the entirety of the universe! So please, out of the goodness of your hearts, review! Or don't and I jut won't care cause I won't know who you are! So really do whatever you like! :D
BYEBYE
Jossicle :D