Sorry for the wait. We have an old friend from Dead Man Merlin in this...
Merlin scanned the small room he found himself in. Letting the dog scramble out of his arms, Merlin realised they were in a cell. The dog walked over and sniffed – clearly interested – at the big metal and wooden cell door. The cell smelt damp and even though Merlin was wearing shoes, he could feel that the floor was stone cold. There was barely any light in the room, and as the trap door slammed shut and locked, Merlin was truly trapped in darkness.
It wasn't long until the cell door opened and two pirates walked in. One grabbed the dog that stood snarling between Merlin and the men. The other grabbed Merlin and dragged him painfully out of the cell.
The man's hand covered Merlin's eyes, so the young Warlock wasn't able to see where the man was taking him. Relying on his hearing, Merlin could hear the other man was having difficulties with the dog. Whose dog was this? Why was it so loyal to him?
Merlin heard the men push two large doors open. They pulled Merlin through them and into the room. Trying to stop himself from being dragged any further, Merlin tried to dig his heels into the floor. The men stopped and forced him to his knees. Taking his hand away, Merlin was able to see.
And wish that he wasn't able to.
"Hello, old friend," said the dreaded voice of Merlin's worst enemy.
"Commander Fire-Wing," Merlin hissed, fully addressing the man. The dog started to bark viscously and one of the men kicked it. Merlin winced when he heard the dog whimper in pain. Turning his gaze to the side, he saw Morgana tied and gagged. Darting his eyes round the large room, he realised that he was in an empty and undecorated hall.
"Been so long since your Uncle killed me... How is he anyway?" the man said, flicking his long brown hair back. It had grown since Merlin had last met him, but his dark eyes and the long scar that stretched from his bottom left jaw up his face were still plain to see.
"So what's the gain from all this Fire-Wing? Kidnapping Morgana, making me chase you out here? What's the gain?" Merlin asked, trying to figure it out himself. Fire-Wing stepped forward grinning.
"Revenge," he said softly. He walked round Merlin. "No Arthur, no knights, no pirate crew, " he said, picking up two swords and throwing one in front of Merlin. He walked round and kneeled down, his face an inch from Merlin's. "And most importantly, no uncle. No stupid Jack Sparrow," he spat. Merlin flicked his eyes from Fire-Wing's to the sword then at Morgana who shook her head. Merlin locked his eyes with Fire-Wing's.
"It's Captain Jack Sparrow to you," Merlin said, accepting the challenge. Merlin could see the panic rise into Morgana's face. Either she knew something he didn't, or she was just plain worried.
Picking up the sword, Merlin rose to his feet. He didn't get a moment to pause and think as Fire- Wing stabbed his sword forwards and Merlin was only just dodged the blow. Whacking Fire-Wing's sword away with his own, Merlin gained the advantage of space between them. Dodging another blow and twirling away, he took a chance of a strike. Being blocked and forced backwards, Merlin turned, hitting Fire-Wing's sword then turning back round and hitting it the other side. He did this repeatedly about five times as he quickly walked backwards. Merlin lashed out with his sword and sliced across the man's face.
Right across his scar.
Fire-Wing screamed in agony. Everything seemed so slow after that. Frozen due to the action he had just done, Merlin was unable to block the move Fire-Wing made, and so ended up with a sword through his gut. All breath in Merlin's body suddenly left him as his legs slowly became unable to support him. Withdrawing his sword from Merlin's body, the young Warlock dropped to his knees. Hearing his name be screamed by somewhere in the distance, he fell forward and used his hands to hold himself off the floor. Now on all fours and unaware of what was happening, Dead Man Merlin, was completely defenceless.
Suddenly, the dog got free of the men's grasp. Baring sharp teeth and mad eyes, the dog jumped at Fire-Wing. Its sharp teeth sunk into the flesh of Fire-Wing's left arm. Another agonising scream ripped from his vocal cords and he was forced to drop his sword. Merlin heard the sword clatter against the floor, and he grabbed it, unsure where his one was. He rose to his feet and went to stab him. The sword went through Fire-Wing's stomach...
However, it wasn't Merlin who stabbed him.
The sword was withdrawal from Fire-Wing's body and he fell to the floor. Behind him was Merlin's shadow, black as ever. Smiling, Merlin fell into a pair of soft arms. Looking up he saw a worried Morgana. Groaning, but smiling, Merlin passed out.
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