Lost Tears
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Merlin, beachside if I did, Arthur and Merlin would be together.
A/N: I would like to thank Cristina Reid and Laser-Chick for reviewing on every chapter and being supportive through it all, YOU GUYS ROCK!
Chapter 7
Arthur was pacing. It seemed like the only reasonable thing to do at the moment. Merlin was missing. A few hours ago he had heard a loud squeak and had gone up stairs to see if Merlin had woken up from his slumber. He had softly called out his voice so not to awake Merlin in case he was asleep. But when he got up there Merlin was gone. Arthur had called up everyone of his teammates.
No one knew where he was.
And that was what was scaring Arthur the most. Sure Arthur was worried for the general population, after all, he did just lose a teenage magical assassin. And that soooo could not end well. He knew it was wrong, but he was more worried for Merlin than the other people in America. Where was Morgana! He needed his car back now!
He had been so desperate that he almost called up his father. And that was saying something. So he paced, waiting and waiting for Morgana to come home. He had called her cell and he had gone straight to voice mail. Frustrated, as usual, he paced. He had gotten dressed, so he could leave the minute his lazy half sister got home.
HONK! HONK!
Arthur jumped in shock at the noise and bolted out of the living room. He slammed he door open and peered out to see Morgana in his silver car. He ran over to the car and opened the door. Morgana's pale green eyes stared up at him like doe eyes, except without the innocence.
"move!" he stated pushing his older half sister to the passenger seat. She did what she was told seeing the desperate gleam in his eyes.
"what's going on Arthur?" she asked grabbing his bicep. He debated wether to tell her or not.
"Merlin's missing." Arthur offered dumbly. It sounded so much more serious out loud.
"what do you mean, Missing?" she strained on the word missing. Arthur ran his hand through his hair as he backed up the car, he then speeded off. He had no clue where he was. Where would Merlin go? What had caused him to leave? Did Merlin not like being with him and Morgana?
"Arthur?" a sigh was heard and the golden haired man started to answer.
"well I put him to bed, like usual, I made sure he was asleep and everything. But after a few minutes there was a noise so I went up to check on him and he was gone, his window open." Arthur explained. Morgana started wringing her hands together. The grip on her hands was so tight that her knuckles had turned white.
"Arthur I had a dream." Morgana's voice was so soft and quiet that Arthur might of missed it.
"Please Mor, I know you think you're helping but you're not. Please not right now." with that Arthur turned left at a traffic light, peering outside in hope that a raven haired teen with bright blue optimistic eyes would appear. None did.
"LISTEN TO ME!" she shouted out, forcing Arthur to jump in shock. Sure Morgana raised her voice often, but this time had been different. Her voice was full of emotion. A sense of fright and desperateness weaved within that shout. It scared Arthur. Never had he heard such emotion in her voice before, not even when their dog died.
"in my dream, Merlin was hurt, he was hurt real bad Arthur." he couldn't see her, but he could tell, she was crying.
"do you know where he was at?" Arthur decided to take a whim, after all he had no leads, perhaps Morgana really could help.
"somewhere old, dark, a little far off, abandoned, oh and a car had crashed into it." she offered softly. Okay Arthur time to put on your thinking cap, what was an old abandoned place from here that was old. Think Arthur think!
Nothing came...
If only he had help...
RING! RING!
Arthur jumped in shock and looked down at his phone.
"are you going to get that?" Morgana asked softly. Arthur didn't respond in the slightest. Slowly Morgana eased her hand onto the cell and clicked answer.
"hello?" the phone was set on speaker.
"HELLO! ARTHUR! ARTHUR IS THAT YOU!" static was heard in the back ground.
"yes this is me, who is this?" Arthur asked as he pulled over to the side of the road.
"THIS IS WILL!" a giant explosion sound was heard. his voice was frantic and scared.
"Will? What's wrong?" Arthur asked.
"holy shit! What's wrong with him?" the talking was quieter and obviously was meant for someone else's ears.
"ARTHUR COME QUICK!" he was back to shouting into the receiver.
"why? What's wrong Will? Where are you!"
"IM AT OLD MAN SIMMONS WAREHOUSE! Shit, shit, shit, shit! What's wrong with him! Why won't he wake up!"
"Will answer me? Is Merlin with you?" shuffling was heard and a ghastly noise was heard, as if someone couldn't breath.
"WHAT! OH YEAH! MERLIN'S HERE BUT YOU BETTER HURRY ARTHUR SOMETHING'S WRONG WITH HIM!" you could hear Will's frantic breathing, he was obviously was in shock by the way he was shouting and breathing so loud and fast.
"what's wrong with him Will?" static was heard again.
"Arth- cant stop- bleeding- not-Arth-help-hur-hur-" the static was over taking Will's voice so that they couldn't understand him.
"Will! WILL!" Arthur shouted.
"you-break-can't-under-hur-Mer-can't-brea-won't-bleed-hur-" The static was getting worse, it had become so bad that Arthur was only catching every other word. Suddenly the line went dead.
Morgana and Arthur sat there in silence and in shock for about a few minutes. Then, without warning, Arthur jumped down on the peddle faster than you could say 'hurry'.
Honks and shouts of anger were heard as Arthur sped through the streets. Now that he knew where he was meant to go nothing was going to stop him. Not even red lights, which he proved when he ran all of them. Even though the time should of took up to a half hour, Arthur had managed to get there in about ten minutes.
The old warehouse was creaky, stinky, abondoned, and now half missing. Sticking out of it was a truck, his neighbor's truck. He could see fire and no one in sight. It scared Arthur, where was Merlin? Where was Will? Then he heard it. A thumping in his head, the one that when Merlin was calling him would occur. And ever so slowly he could hear his new friend.
'...cabhrú le(1)...cab...cabhrú le...cabhrú le do thoil(2)...mar sin tuirseach(3)...cabhrú le...' his voice faded off still repeating that one word. Arthur's heart was beating so fast that it was almost like he was running. His stomach felt like it had plunged fifty feet, and his body felt as though he had been dipped in polar ice.
"can you hear that?" Arthur turned to Morgana. She was hearing Merlin too! They're eyes were widened so far that it almost appeared as if they were bugs.
"yeah, I can." Arthur muttered. Then, as if hit by a burst of adrenaline, they bursted into action. They both piled out of the car, Arthur forgetting to take out the keys, and Morgana to close her door. They ran to the warehouse and slowly climbed around the truck. And the sight they saw frightened them.
Will was pacing back and forth trying to use his cellphone. Arthur was surprised to see Gauis, the old doctor who had been captured, covered in bruises and blood half of which he was sure didn't belong to him. And the thing that scared him the most was the small form in Gauis's arms.
It was Merlin...
Merlin's eyes were closed and he could see blood plastered on his pasty white skin. He looked paler than usual. his clothes looked ripped, and his chest appeared to be motionless. Arthur staggered forward, passing through all the debris and not paying attention to his surroundings.
When he reached his new friend he could see a thick band wrapped around his throught. Veins were more prominent near the thick collar and when Arthur touched his wrist the pulse he felt was barely even there. A red rash was slowly appearing around his neck, and blood was pouring from his nose. He was losing to much blood. That was when Arthur noticed it.
The blood...
It was more than a puddle. It was practically flooding everything near Merlin. And yet there was more coming from his nose and punctures in his arms and legs. Blood was soaking through a hole in his shirt, well what used to be a shirt. The shirt was charred as if burned and the skin beneath was a complete mess. It looked burned and utterly destroyed and blood was just seeping out. He turned to Gauis, the old greyish blue eyes of his held fear and remorse.
There was no hope.
"please Gauis! Call and ambulance! Help him!" Arthur's own breath became erotic. He then pulled the small fragile teen away from the elderly man, who now had tears spilling out of his eyes, and hugged the bloody being to his body. Merlin was so cold. Arthur felt tears beginning to form in his eyes and all he could do was rock back in forth with Merlin cradled snugly within his arms.
He could hear Will in the background telling their location to someone one the phone, Arthur hoped it was an ambulance, and Morgana sat next to the blond. She was brushing away some of Merlin's, once silky, hair from his forehead. There was so much blood clumped in his hair, and from experience, Arthur could tell he had a head injury, which usually meant one thing; uh oh.
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Merlin had been in urgent care for about two hours. Will sat next to him, and to Will's left was Morgana. Gauis was also getting treatment for the torture the Russians had enforced on him. And so they sat, waiting. The waiting, Arthur decided, was the hardest. Gauis was soon realesed with only a few stitches, and Merlin stayed unknown. Arthur was almost begging to have Merlin's thick Irish accented voice to invade his head.
He wanted anything, any proof at all that Merlin still lived.
"Pendragon?" a man called out, Arthur jumped up, followed by Morgana, Will, and Gauis.
"yes?" Arthur asked the man before him.
"he has two broken ribs, a broken ankle, a fractured skull, various puncture wounds scattered on his body, a rash on his neck, it seems he was electrified on his stomach, and he has internal bleeding. He hasn't woken up yet but he might soon. We stitched up most of the wounds so if he is to wake make sure to keep him still. We would like to keep him over night and-"
Gauis was the one who cut him off.
"I don't think that's wise, when he wakes up we are taking him home." Gauis spoke in a commanding voice, the man, or doctor, turned to him.
"and what is your relation to the boy?" he asked smugly.
"I am his uncle." Arthur turned to Gauis I'm shock.
"follow me."
And that was what Arthur did, hoping with all his might that maybe Merlin didn't look as bad as it sounded.
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Merlin had woken up and taken home, and even though he had woken up that didn't mean he was going to stay awak. Which he had proved when he had fallen asleep again.
Merlin has looked bad, he was pale, his neck seemed to be the only thing on him that was color. His neck was bright red as of agitated. He was wrapped up about everywhere you could look. His eyes were closed and Arthur was happy he had not gone into a coma.
Arthur drove them all home and let Gauis stay with them for awhile. Gauis helped Merlin to bed and all Arthur could do was watch.
"where you telling the truth when you said you were his uncle?" Gauis brushed some of Merlin's hair away from his sweaty forehead, it was obvious that he had a fever and was about to be severely sick for a long time.
"yes, I was." Gauis did not turn around.
"how?" Arthur asked softly.
"my little sister was his mother. Her name was Hunith. I wanted to protect Merlin, so I told them to move to the country side of Ireland, they used to live in Dublin." he spoke softly, still caring to his nephew.
"I'll explain more later, but let us all get some rest." and with that the conversation was over.
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A woman cloaked in black walks through the darkness. She's limping. Almost like she was in pain. She couldn't see her face, but she could make out the blond hair. Suddenly the woman stopped to cough, blood splattered on the floor where she coughed.
She was dieing, she could tell. She watched as the woman swirled away and a new image appeared. She was at a door. She didn't know why but she recognized that door. The woman whispered something and pushed the door open, why wasn't it locked?
She slowly walked through the house, she passed through the living room where a woman with a thick bottle lay passed out, the tv still on. The woman scoffed at the brunette that had fallen asleep. She then headed into a hallway, past several rooms where she came upon a boring old white door. A black sign posed on the door, big yellow words of 'KEEP OUT' scrawled on it. She pushed it open and she could see another brunette. A boy, not teen.
The woman giggled softly and pulled something out from under her cloak. It was shinny, and she was full of dread.
"wake up sweetie." the blond woman smacked the teen's face several times before the boy opened his eyes revealing big brown orbs. She knew this teen! It...it...it was Will!
"You!" he let out in shock and jumped up. He was scooting away from her. But the woman lifted up the silver shinny object.
"revenge's a bitch." she whispered and then thrust the shiny object down on the boy's chest. Blood soaked up his night shirt and the woman giggled out happily.
Morgana woke with a start, sweat running down her forehead and yet it was cold. She shivered in horror. She had to warn Will!
A/N: hey I'm back! I just came back from America and, holy cacamas! Is it hot there! All you Americans, I have no clue how you can stand that heat! I mean, yes I was in the desert but still, IT'S SO TE! Anyways here it is.
Oh and if one of you want to do fan art I would greatly appreciate it, just send me a link if by chance you do. Review!
(1) help
(2) please help
(3) so tired.