Hi I'm back, so soon hehe i'm not really happy with this chapter, i think it started to get boring somewhere in the middle, i just wanna get to the good bit now haha.

A twig snapped, Scarface turned to see a man come of the clearing then stumble a bit on a raised root. The source of this noise was caused by young man, 'Ah that's him, hmmm this one's powerful, even better'. He smiled a twisted smile at the man, who was glaring at him.

Merlin looked around, taking in what he did not see. All of the Knights were being held down by at least three bandits each, none of them seemed to be particularly happy about it (obviously); and you could almost see the smoke fuming out of Arthur's ears, it would be funny if the situation wasn't so serious. He noticed that Scarface was looking at him, as if he could look straight through him, it unnerved him it was as though he knew who he was, 'Oh great just what I need(!)'. What was going to happen now?

"Nice of you to have joined us boy", one of the bandits, who looked like the leader walked up to Scarface and stood slightly behind him his eyes never leaving Merlin, and was that a look of fear he held in his eyes? Arthur didn't understand what was happening, what did they want? It appeared that Merlin was thinking along the same lines; except he had a dreaded feeling that he knew what they wanted.

Merlin remained silent but he you could see the wheels turning in his mind as he thought, 'how are we meant to get out of this? The only option I can see right now is by using magic, but how am I meant to do that without them all noticing?' Scarface continued talking "you know I am surprised that someone like you would be travelling with the great King Arthur of Camelot, I mean you're under his 'protection' right, ha! I'm sorry but I know that even you can see the irony in that?" the bandit began sniggering but was silent once again when he received a glare.

Throughout the entire time that Scarface addressed Merlin, Lancelot was becoming worried. It was clear that this ambush had been planned, and the target was Merlin, which meant they knew his secret. He dared a glance at the rest of the Knights, he could see their confusion which was well concealed, they were Knights of Camelot and they would show no weakness in front of their enemies.

Gwaine was furious. This man seemed to be threatening Merlin. Leon and Elyan looked simply confused by the whole event, and Percival had a thoughtful look on his face as though he was trying to work out a difficult puzzle. Arthur on the other hand, was not listening to what the man was saying he was looking for a way to escape. He was pulled at of his plan making by a commanding voice. "Hold him down", another bandit stood behind Arthur, making sure that he had no chance at all of escaping. 'Crap', he thought.

All of a sudden Arthur caught movement in the corner of his eye and before he could even shout a word of warning, four men came jumping out from behind Merlin and grabbed him. Merlin was trapped now.

"Ha! That was pathetic boy", Merlin was quickly becoming irritated by this new nickname he had gained, and he was now as hopeless as helping them escape as the other (well maybe not as much – if he was by himself)…

He was forced down on his knees, forcing himself not to shiver, this was bad, something was seriously wrong.

"Now I'm starting to get tired of this, Eben, pass me the box" Merlin's eyes shot up, he caught the sight of a box, he froze whatever was in this box was the cause of all of his pains, he felt his magic jolt violently inside of him – not good.

Arthur watched as they forced Merlin down and the bandit, Eben, brought forward a box, He watched as Merlin's face filled with pain and fear.

"Get the hell of me, you cowards, how 'bout we sort this man to man although looking at you all I wouldn't be too sure if you were men", Gwaine had realised the seriousness of the situation, but that had never stopped him in the past to crack an insult. "geswígung", he was silenced.

"Leave him alone" It didn't matter what happened to Merlin; he refused to have any of his friends hurt. "If you want me fine, but you leave them out of this". They ignored him.

Merlin tried to escape; he squirmed as far back as he could, before getting kicked in stomach. He could hear Gwaine growling and saw in the corner of his eye Arthur struggling to get free. No one was getting free anytime soon though, the sorcerer had made sure of that.

He tried to ignore the shooting pains that were going through him, but it still caused him to stop moving. Gasping in as much air as his winded lungs could he managed to speak, he inwardly cringed though when he heard the desperation in his voice, "what do you with us", he begged, "Let us go", he saw one of the men pause for a second then shake his head, and the man laughed, it caused shivers to go down everyone's back, it was a cold hollow laugh, and then he stopped and turned to face Merlin.

"And what makes you think that you are in any position to give us orders scum", he sneered, "now shut up".

"No! Now what do you want from us", he stopped and turned on his feet towards Merlin before saying in a dangerous whisper

"If your not going to listen then… ", scar face, took out a knife and played with it between his fingers, emphasising just how sharp it was. Merlin gulped, he stomach was doing flips, and his breathing had sped up. He could vaguely hear the Knights and Arthur shouting wild insults at the man, vainly trying to escape.

As the scar face started walking towards Merlin, the men holding him making him kneel, grabbed hold of his jaw painfully. Merlin was having a full blown panic attack, he was shaking so violently, his eyes filled with horror as he realised the man was not bluffing.

In the background the Knights were hysterically, kicking and punching at the men, this couldn't be happening.

He held his breath for as long as possible but one of the men behind him grabbed his nose, and Merlin opened his mouth gasping for air. With his mouth now open, Scarface stood in front of Merlin, he brought the gleaming knife next his mouth and with surprising delicacy drew patterns, not drawing blood, but just so it left a mark. Suddenly his evil smirk dropped from his face with a look of sadistic pleasure filling as he went from Merlin's forehead to his mouth and pushed the knife inside…

Don't worry Merlin's tounge isn't going anywhere, i just wanted to get this story started with the angest heh, bit boring this chpater, the next one's gonna be better :D again thanks for reading x