The last thing Merlin remembered was walking down the corridor on the way to Arthur's chambers. Then it was all fuzzy.

The first thing he noticed now, however, was that there was a cloth bag over his head and that he was tied up to chair. He shifted about half an inch before there was a lot of hustling noises around the room.

The bag was ripped off his head and he found himself squinting at some very bright light. The chair he was sitting in seemed to be tipping backwards. Also, there was a person holding a knife to his throat.

Automatically, the swirl of magic pooled under his skin, just waiting for release. He would attack once he knew this person's motives.

"So, you're Merlin," a feminine voice said. "Damn, you're cute." There was a giggle. "I'll hate killing you."

Trying to see her face better, Merlin squinted.

Noticing his predicament, the girl stepped back. It was a teenage girl, probably not eighteen yet, Merlin noted. (She wasn't the strangest person/thing that's tried to kill him.) Her eyes were round and big, giving her a look of innocence, yet she looked so at peace standing in front of a wall of glittering weapons.

"Umm…" he responded with. She giggled again.

"You're allowed to ask questions, you know," she said, raising an eyebrow. "I'm just here to kill you, not to confuse you."

Merlin stared at the girl for a moment, trying to decide if she was mental or not. "Why am I here?"

She smiled brightly at this. "It's to prove a point. If your fandom doesn't convince my boss to let you live, I'll kill you!"

All the blood rushed out of Merlin's face. "What?" And then he added in an afterthought, "What's a fandom?"

Her eyes widened comically. "It's like – sorta – almost like a….it's like a bunch…." She paused. "It's hard to explain to a non-fandom person. Let's just say you have many fans!"

His brow crinkled. How could he have fan? (Let alone fans as in plural.) He was just a servant/secret warlock in Camelot. "What?"

"So," she said, dodging his question. "Like I said, unless you fans can convince my boss, I have to kill you in five weeks. I, personally, have nothing against you. This is just my job."

Yes, Merlin decided. This girl was insane. She kept rambling.

"Well, since we're going to be with each other for a while, we might as well get to know each other." She pulled a chair literally out on nowhere (Magic, Merlin thought.) and sat down. "My name's Kidnapper, by the way. It's not my real name, but I'm not allowed to tell you my real name."

She smiled at him warmly, as if they were meeting up in the market or something. He stared incredulously back at her.

Yep. She was completely loony.

Her smile faded after three minutes of smiling and blinking at him and she stood up, mostly likely to go somewhere else. Internally, Merlin breathed a sigh of relief; she was creepy.

"Okay, well, I better inform my boss that I have you," said Kidnapper. Merlin's eyes traveled around the room quickly, looking for the nearest exit. A small window. Perfect. Just use his magic a bit, and he'll be home free.

Kidnapper followed his gaze. She smirked (looking scarily like Morgana for a moment). "I wouldn't even think about that if I were you."

Merlin rolled his eyes and she shoved a gag in his mouth. No matter; he could do spells without speaking.

"Good luck escaping," she said and with a final smirk, Kidnapper walked off, up a flight of stairs. When he could no longer hear footsteps, Merlin tried to put his plan in action.

He let his magic build up, channeling it. He literally felt it moving under his skin. Now, just to release it and-

Hot, white, pain filled every inch of the warlock's body. He was sure he let loose a whimper, but his hearing wasn't quite working at the moment. Come to speak of it, neither were any of his other senses. He could feel nothing but the pain.

It was over as quick as it came. Gasping around the gag in his mouth, Merlin sagged against the chair. All he wanted right now was to pass out. So, he did.

Before the darkness overtook him, though, one thought crossed his mind.

I can't use my magic.

Upstairs, Kidnapper typed on her computer, informing her boss on her assignment.

I have him, she typed. It was a moment before there was a response.

GOOD. HAVE YOU RESTRAINED HIS MAGIC?

Affirmative.

VERY GOOD. DID THE TIME-TRAVEL WORK ALL RIGHT?

It worked perfectly, sir. I went to Camelot then back to the 21st century without a problem.

EXCELLENT. SOON, MERLIN WILL BE DEAD.

Kidnapper's brow furrowed. But sir, what about his fandom? Surely they will save him.

THE MERLIN FANDOM IS DYING. THIS WILL ONCE AND FOR ALL PROVE THAT THIS FANDOM ISN'T WORTH IT.

Alright sir.

VERY GOOD. I EXPECT AN UPDATE ON HIM BY NEXT WEEK.

Yes sir.

ONE MORE THING, KIDNAPPER. WHEN I ASSIGNED THIS TO YOU, I EXPECTED YOU TO CARRY OUT THE DEED. WILL YOU BE ABLE TO DO IT?

Kidnapper hesitated for a moment.

Yes, I will be able to kill him.

~end transmission~

MERLIN FANDOM, MERLIN WILL DIE, I AM SURE OF IT. UNLESS YOU CAN PROVE ME WRONG, HE'S AS GOOD AS DEAD. YOU HAVE FIVE WEEKS.

LEAVE A REVIEW. GO AHEAD, JUST TRY TO PROVE ME WRONG. I BET YOU WON'T EVEN CARE IF HE DIES.

GOOD LUCK MERLIN FANDOM. YOU'RE GOING TO NEED IT.

~end transmission~

to be continued...