Oh. My. Gawwwd. This probably was the longest ff wait in history. Over 3 months. I'm really sorry, I've been without internet for a long time, but finally here it is. The sequence of events.

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I don't own Merlin yet :P

The fridge was empty again. Gorlois cursed over and over. Business wasn't really faring well these days. He had to find something to keep himself occupied. He needed the money after all. He wasn't going to stay home and play the housewife. He needed a job.

"Hello father"

He recognised the voice instantly. Not because it was Morgana's and see meant something to him. Because it was the voice that haunted him at night. He had listened to it over and over again cursing him. "I'm ashamed of you" she had said.

"You're Morgana" he said. More to himself than to her. "What are you doing here?" Get out. This is my personal space." He tried to defend himself without yet turning to face her.

"I'm here to tell you that I know everything you have done."

Morgana was feeling the adrenaline through her veins. This was her moment. She was so going to enjoy it. She felt like the most powerful person on earth. The power of knowledge and truth was filling her, bursting out of her, sending sparks flying from her eyes.

"I know you killed Uther. I know your part in his plans. I know your crimes father. You are going to pay for every single of them."

Gorlois looked at her and laughed. She must be in her early twenties and strangely she looked bit like him. Black hair cascading down her shoulders, green pale eyes and luminously pale skin. She reminded him of himself in her age. Now her jade eyes were void of any emotion as she stared at him waiting for an answer. He inwardly cursed himself for getting carried away.

He turned his back to leave.

He didn't have to deal with his hate filled daughter. And he was sure that it wouldn't bring him any good.

"Stay here and face me you coward."

Morgana's voice stopped him right there in his tracks.

"What did you call me?"

"I called you a coward cause that's what you are. You go backstabbing people but inside you have nothing. You don't even have the guts to face me and accept your crimes."

"Ohh, really? So happy and mighty you are and you think you have the upper hand here because you brought your friends? You are still in my mercy. This can explain things better than any words."

Morgana's eyes caught sight of the gun he took out from a closet. He turned it to her.

"Get out or I'll shoot you."

"You wouldn't dare to shoot me"

Gorlois laughed.

"Don't think that because I preferred to walk away today and spare your life I am willing to do that a second time. You are not my daughter, you are just a stupid little girl who messes with my business. And that's my type. I wipe out trouble. And are trouble.

"Come on then, shoot me. I'm sure the police will find all those details very interesting."

"Oh I will. And I will enjoy it immensely. Like I enjoyed killing your mother and father before you. Funny thing isn't it? The whole family. You were all a whole bunch of losers. I don't think that the society lost anything." He laughed at his own joke.

"She's unarmed." Arthur said from behind. "You can't shoot her. It's not right."

"Arthur? I knew I had heard this voice again. How's dear father?" He joked in a sickly sweet voice. "When are you going to follow daddy?

When are you going to follow Morgana?/2

"Uther remorsed father", she spat the word father with all the disgust in the world." It's about time you do the same. Not that it would change anything in the way I see you."

"No I don't think so. I'm proud of who I am. Life made me who I am. And I don't think I could lead a happy life with you as my daughter. You are such a pain in the ass. A loser, really." Insults were flying out of his mouth but in Morgana's ears they were meaningless. Funny, idiotic.

Gorlois looked at her as her expression changed. Her eyes which in the beginning were quite unsure now were filled with determination. And hate.

"I'm so sorry this young man will have to follow you. It's such a pity he chose you over a normal life. What did you do, trick him?" he pointed at Merlin.

He didn't expect it when she ran to him like she wanted to kill him with his bare hands. H teeth were gritted. She took him by surprise and she managed to take the gun from him.

Gorlois didn't care about her anymore and pushed her roughly across the room. Merlin tried to catch her but it as too late as she stumbled down the stairs and finally fell on the first step losing conscience.

Gorlois long forgotten, Merlin ran to her and turned her face to him. She was pale. Really pale except from a dark red mark on her forehead were she had fallen. He tried to find her pulse and sighed in relief as she had one. It was weak but she did. And the he remembered with terror. The baby. What had happened of it?

"Gods what have I done?" It was the first time in years that Gorlois listened to his conscience. He had grown used to ignoring it.

"I killed her." He whispered.

"You killed her baby too" Draco snarled.

"She…she was pregnant?" It was like facing a different person.

Merlin turned from his point beside her and said with a bloody glare.

"Yes she was."

Gorlois looked on the verge of a panick attack. A million thoughts were running through the criminal's head.

He killed her. He killed his own daughter with his own hands. He didn't mind being called a murderer, he had grown used to it over time, used it to his advantage. But Morgana was his daughter, or so he would like to think sometimes. He had never seen her as such. But facts are facts. And she was pregnant. He had killed his daughter and his grandchild. Morgana was never your daughter. You never loved her. An inner voice in his head told him.

That's right, but she loved him. She thought him as her father. Him, not Uther. But now she knows. She learnt it the hard way. She hates you. Of course she hated him, she had every reason too. He had done everything to destroy her. What's wrong with you? Why aren't you feeling happy? Isn't that what you have been trying to do? Yes it was. But why was it now all coming down to him like it was all wrong? What the hell was wrong with him? Why are you being so weak?

Where had Morgana wronged? What had she done to deserve this death? He started thinking. She messed with things she didn't know. She thought she was the one who should know it all. She hates you. She didn't ask anything crazy. Just the identity of her father. How could she possibly back down when she had found all the clues that led her to her father and her enemy. Father and enemy, that sounds funny. It's tragic. Father and enemy. You were not her father. Sure, Uther was. And he made sure that she will never bond with him again. He killed his best friend. He deserved it. He was going to give you away. He already had. Now the police would be looking for him. Who was he going to turn to? His parents? Dead. His friends? Dead by his hand. His daughter? Dead by his hand. His older colleagues? Dead by his hand. His wife? Dead

by his hand.

The realisation started to dawn at him. He had no one in this world, and that was because he had killed them all. Better for you. Less idiots to deal with. No it wasn't. He was a bad person. He was a killer. He was going crazy. He had killed his daughter. He had nothing to live for. No one to kill for. The answer to his problem was obvious and simple for him. Don't do it. Life's a gift. Yes, life was a gift too for all the people he killed. He deserved this. In fact it was way better than anything else that awaited him once they got him out there.

No one was paying attention to him. The sound of the bullet coming out from his old revolver was the last thing he heard.

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