Lost Tears

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A/N: Oh my gosh guys! I am sooooo sooooo sorry so much has happened! My god parents were abusive, I had to move some more, but don't worry we're now living with a nice elderly couple. and then it had turned out I had a brain tumor, making it so I would forget things, I would write this chapter reread not remember writing it and then deleting it leaving me with nothing again. I got the tumor removed and had a bald head for awhile but it was very fashionable. :) I got to wear a lot of funky hats!
Really I must say thank you for all your support! And you guys should be thanking my twin. Because he kept reading your reviews about wanting my story to be updated and has forced me back into writing.

Chapter 15

Arthur crouched down behind a stone wall, the other 'special' people were behind the said wall. Merlin was behind him more silent than Arthur had ever heard him been before. He had to keep reminding himself that Merlin would be okay. That everyone would be okay.

Leon looked over at Arthur and they locked gazes, Leon's golden browns fighting with Arthur's sky blue. Then Arthur nodded, they were moving in.

He watched as Lancelot tapped Leon's shoulder softly and Leon then clicked his walkie talkie. The signal.

Arthur gazed in the trees where Gwaine and Elyan should be with the snipers. Then he watched as the people started to scatter. He watched as a big beefy man fell down and bled. People running trying to find out who was attacking them.

They were like bee's, swarming around their hive protecting their queen. More people fell down and all Arthur could watch as they scattered, Merlin was beside him breathing in hard.

Merlin looked like a wild animal ready to strike his prey.
What if Merlin became emyrs again? What would Arthur do?

Would he be able to stop Merlin this time? Even though they were the enemy Arthur didn't wish to see them all slaughtered.

He didn't want to see Merlin loose his innocence. He couldn't bear to see Merlin murder again. Merlin deserved to be free of his past. He deserved to live his life like a normal person would.

But that was wishful thinking, and Arthur knew that the minute Merlin stood up to his full height, which wasn't that high, but that didn't matter.

Merlin's feet left the ground as he rose up and lifted his arms outward, towards the sky as if he was calling upon something above. His eyes quickly fading into the molten gold Arthur had learned to fear.

Suddenly a fireball shot out towards Gwaine and Elyan. They were launched backwards and landed with a sickening crunch. But Arthur didn't have time to worry about them as another fireball was shot towards him.

Arthur quickly rolled away, being separated from his teammates. Arthur gazed around him to asses the situation. Merlin was flying above, creating tornados left and right striking the magical army below him. His teammates were scurrying like lost ants trying to find their path again. That was when arthur realized it, he was in the open field.

Wide open.

And there was Mordred.

Heading straight for him.

Arthur quickly pulled out his gun aiming it at the other magical teen and began firing, although, to Arthur's dismay, the bullets stopped before penetrating Mordred. As of there was an invisible force field surrounding him. His face held the perfect image of furry.

He kept getting closer and closer. And soon Arthur had to reload his gun.

Before he could do so a small hand gript his neck and held him up in the air. Arthur's feet left the ground and he choked out, trying to disarm Mordred in any way possible.

"Arthur Pendragon." the boy hissed out squeezing even tighter on Arthur's neck. The air was almost completely gone, and his lips were slowly gaining a tinted blue look to them.

"it's all your fault." he spat at Arthur. There wasn't enough words to describe the anger Arthur could see in his ice cold eyes.

"die."

It was one simple word. One.

A three lettered word, one the was muttered every day by petty teens who grew angry with each other.

But this time was different. The word held so much lethal anger behind it. And then there was a sharp pain in Arthur's stomach.

All Arthur could do was glance down at it, to see what could possibly be causing this amount of pain.

It was a white flash of pain, one that made your head spin, your eyes black out, your teeth to grit, and your vocal cords to scream.

Arthur could feel something warm and coppery tasting enter his mouth.

But that was the least of his problems.

There was a sword going through his stomach. Running through so manny organs, and all arthur could focus on was that there was to much blood.

And then there was Mordred with a small smile and cold eyes.

And the blood.

Gosh why wouldn't it stop.

It jus kept flowing and study choked out an unintelligent sound.

And his eyesight started to fade.

So all he could hear was a small laugh and the distant sound of someone screaming.

And that is it! Did you like it? Well I just wanted to say this was a tester to see if I could get back into writing so tell me what you think.

Has my writing style changed to dramatically?

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