A/N:Basically, this is just Captured in Arty's P.O.V. Trust me, you will not hate him anymore. You'll cry. It's sad, obviously. It was originally going to be one chap, but once I started writing I couldn't stop. R, R AND R!

Artemis' P.O.V

I hate to see her like this. Hurt, broken. I wish I could stop myself. But I can't. Not now. It's too late now.

I'm not mad. Well, I don't think I am. I'm just possessive. Butler died a little while ago - killed trying to save me. I don't remember much after that. Just pain. And longing. Desperate, uncontrollable longing. I needed Butler back. I didn't realise how much I needed him. After a month, according to Mother, logic kicked in. I can't have Butler-I'll have Holly instead.

I'm in love with Holly. Always have been. I miss her when I'm not with her. So I proposed to her. She told me no. She lied, and told me she was in love with Trouble. From then on I was convinced I was going to die. Someone would kill me-I'm not exactly a likable person. Or I'd die of heartbreak. Melodramatic, I know, but it felt like the truth at the time. I stopped eating, I wouldn't speak, and eventually I moved away from my family, deciding it was unfit for me to be around them, particularly my young brothers.

I don't remember actually planning it. I just stole her, right from under the noses of everyone. It was stupid-I realise that now. I should have simply apologized. But for once I didn't think, just acted.

I suppose I must have thought about sometime. I'd blocked up the windows of my bedroom, and put chains on my bed. She was chained there.

When I first went to visit her she was terrified. It was obvious, although she wouldn't admit it. I found her pain hilarious at the time. Then I saw her cry. I'd made her cry. I hated myself.

But I can't help myself. I hurt her, I say horrible things to her. I want her. I want her all to myself.

Today I remembered I'd forgotten to feed her. Idiot. But of course she was stubborn, and wouldn't eat a single mouthful. I tried. I wasn't trying to hurt her, I wanted to stop her from starving. Then I heard banging on the door, and a shout. It was that Kelp boy. Trouble Kelp. Again, all sensible thoughts left me. I wanted to kill him.

He had a gun. I didn't. I didn't have any weapons in this house, because I don't trust myself to not hurt Holly. But my total calm, and Holly's muffled screams scared him. He simply dropped the gun and ran to her.

I picked up the gun and shot. Silence after that. A creepy, eerie silence. All reason came back to me. I'd killed the person Holly loved most. I remember how I felt when that happened to me, and I hate myself. I should put the gun to my head and pull the trigger. I pull the blankets off her head. She's bouncing with excitement. I haven't seen her happy in so long. And now I have to hurt her again.

"Artemis?" she gasped in disgust.

I chuckled, although it wasn't really funny. "You didn't honestly think I would let Trouble take you? You are mine, after all."

"Did you shoot him?" she whispered.

"Yes." And I wasn't ashamed. I couldn't lose her, and if murder was the way to keep her, then I would kill.

She began battling against her chains, sobbing. "I hate you," she sobbed. "I'll kill you. I hate you."

I rolled his eyes. "Go on, I dare you. Just try and kill me."

And I left.