Hey. Remember me?

Yeah, I am back and with another Merlin story for you.

I hope you all enjoy this one.

At the moment updates will be slow because I haven't had the chance or motivation to write but hopefully this will help me to. Hope tomorrow will be the day.

Chapter 1

Merlin looked around the office. It wasn't the first time he had been in there, but he had hoped that the last time was going to be the last.

The room was double the size that it needed to be. The desk was at one side of the room with an office chair behind it. The chair Merlin was in wasn't as comfortable as that one looked. There was a fireplace behind the desk. Merlin had never seen it lit but it just seemed right in the room. The walls were a dark shade of red. It worked well as the big Victorian windows let in a lot of light, not making the room too dark. Pictures lined the walls, show the expansion of Camelot.

Camelot was the biggest and most powerful company in England. The shares were the most sort after and it was rumoured that it was Camelot that was stopping the country from falling into the next recession. The company owned so many others and it had the funds to pump into the economy.

Camelot was run by Uther Pendragon, going to be taken over by his son, Arthur, when he retired. Merlin was quite good friends with Arthur but with Uther, it was strictly business. It had to be. Arthur didn't know what Merlin did exactly. He just thought that he did the research about other companies for them.

Merlin was a trained assassin. With big companies, there was always the risk that their competition would want them to fail. The quickest way is to take out their leader, as he had done many times. Uther had always been paranoid that it would happen to him and that Arthur wouldn't be ready for the role of CEO. So it was Merlin's job to take out anyone that wanted to take out him or one of the shareholders.

Uther entered into the office through the door by the fireplace.

"I trust you haven't been waiting long."

"I told you last time. I want out. I don't like being kidnapped so that I can do you dirty work." Merlin watched him as he took his seat.

"If you had answered my calls, I wouldn't have had to do what I did."

Merlin didn't really know if it was better whether he had answered his phone or he was brought in the way he did.

It didn't take a lot for him to be kidnapped by Uther's henchmen. He obviously had to leave his home but he knew when he was being followed. He tried to weave himself into the crowd and lose them. He turned down an alley and became trapped as two of them walked down the other ended and two of them had followed him down.

They had placed a bag of his head and he was sure that a car had pulled up just outside the alley, so they didn't bring too much attention to themselves. From there, Merlin knew where he was heading without seeing the faces of the henchmen. He knew the way to Camelot's headquarters and with every turn, he knew that they were getting closer.

"I promise you. This will be your last one. After this, you can live your life how you want to."

Merlin shook his head before turn to look at him. "Why should I do it? Last time it cause me so much pain."

"Arthur did mention something. You told him that your girlfriend had decided to leave you and go travelling while you were away. I must say it was quite the lie."

"Like you haven't told him enough." He spat.

"You know that your job is dangerous."

Merlin moved his eyes to the desk. He could still remember it so clearly even if it had been six months since it happened.

He was on a job for Uther. One of the shareholders had got suspicious of this other company and asked for him to check it out. Merlin had done as he was asked and broke in to find the building empty. He walked around for a bit before being knocked out.

The same old stuff happened. He was interrogated to why he was there and who sent him. They just asked questions before turning to the more physical methods. They broke quite a few of his bones.

He was extremely surprised and worried when Freya was dragged across the room and tied up opposite him. She was crying and Merlin tried to reassure her from where he was.

It was all he could remember really. Her crying. She cried when he was beaten up in front of her. She cried when they tried to break him by using her. The shouting made her cry. He just shouted at them to let her go. It was between them and she didn't need to get involved.

There was a period of time when they were left alone and Merlin had told Freya everything. He told her that he didn't work in marketing and that he was a trained assassin. He told her that he had killed many people over the years. He told her that he had never expected her to get swept up in his life.

When they came back, they asked for names again but they had changed tactics this time. They shouted it at him while they held a gun to Freya's head. Merlin cried and told them that he couldn't. He tired to tell them that he didn't know, that they had remained anonymous. They hadn't liked that answer.

He could remember her tear stained face. He could remember the frightened look she gave him. He could remember the way that the bullet fractured the skull and killed her instantly. He could remember the blood pouring out of the wound and the colour draining from her face. He could remember how the light left her eyes. He could remember her whispering his name before they had pulled the trigger.

"I am not saying that you shouldn't have lied to him but I know how you feel. I lost my wife remember. Look I promise you. This will be your last. He asked for you personally. I couldn't get him to hire anyone else. He wants the best." Uther pulled open one of the drawers and pulled out an envelope.

Merlin stared at it for a few moments. This was the part that used to excite him. The new target. The life to unravel. The research to see if he could get the target to do the work for him.

It now sickened him. The whole job sickened him. If it wasn't for the job, his Freya would still be alive rather than buried in some unmarked grave.

He still found himself reaching out and taking it. There would be no harm in taking it. He could just keep it in there and call in a few days, saying he didn't want it.

"Don't get too excited. I haven't taken it." Merlin said as he stood up and placed the envelope in the inside pocket of his jacket.

"My men will take you back."

"I would rather walk. Thanks."

Merlin turned from the room and went to make his way out of the building. He started to jog down the stairs and smiled at the man he met on them.

"Hey Merlin, how are you doing?" Arthur asked.

"Getting there." He replied.

Arthur placed his arm around him. "Let's get a drink. We haven't been out for a while."

Merlin agreed to the idea but the envelope felt heavy in his pocket.