Hello, and welcome to the rewrite! I hope you enjoyed the oh so very rough draft, and I'm pleased to say that your Reads and Reviews have been a real treat and have not been ignored. So thank you. The first draft was not as bloody or frightening as I had hoped. So that one will be terminated, but never fear round 2 is here. With more blood, guts, fighting, heartbreak, and Zombies then you can shake a shovel at. Please Read and Review and thanks again for all the help.

Beginning

Who Killed Artemis Fowl

Fowl Manor, Ireland

Three years after being cured of Atlantis complex Artemis Fowl sits in a dark room at his desk. His pale white face illuminated by the monitor light painting his face in a death mask. He was finishing a blueprint for a wildlife reserve before going to bed. He could feel exhaustion seeping into his body, like flesh slowly absorbing a poison that works its way into your blood stream and eventually cripples your mind. The clock at the bottom right of the screen read 2:50 AM. He shut down the computer, it's glow slowly fading out to black then made his way from the room. He traveled through the empty corridors of Fowl Manor in a trance like state, half in this world and the other half in darkness. When he finally made it to his chambers he felt a very distinct draft, someone had left a window in his room open. He heard a sound like bare feet hitting the floor. He expected to see one of his brothers or both of them to pass the door casting their shadows in the low light that played under it's frame, but they never came by.

Artemis moved over to shut the window, a breeze kicked up and puppeteers the curtains like sad forlorn spirits of years past. He approached the window cautiously, if his ordeals with fairies had taught him anything it was that nothing is what it seams and caution was a necessity. He reached out to put his hand upon the top frame as if to close it and just as his fingers touched the frame something sharp, cold and painful slipped into his back. A feeling of sadness and relief came with that pain, first cold, then hot, then nothing. It was quick . A few flashes of pain, like the electric shocks that had been administered to him when he was sick, and then it was gone. He could feel his blood drenching the floor. Smell the iron and taste the metallic flavor, it was not unpleasant. His heart was slowing down now. Thum thump, thum thump, thum thump. 'Everyone was right' he thought ' this is just like going to sleep. And now nothing matters. They won't find me, not till morning. And then it really won't matter.' Thum thump. 'Well next comes the light then' but that never came. Instead Artemis rested face down in his blood, tasting the nutrient of his own flesh. Then he was gone, and his body was left by the window waiting for someone to find it. But till someone did this secret belonged to the night, and the night does not give up its secrets easily.

Eight Hours Later.

Butler was making his morning rounds of the manor. He was just coming to Artemis' room when he left that something was off, it was 10:00 am and he had not seen hair or hide of the boy. Artemis wasn't usually a late sleeper, he had too many things to accomplish for that. At the age of eight he had it so his body only needed five hours of sleep to function. The Atlantis Complex might have scrambled many things but that hadn't been one of them. Butler opened the door to Artemis' room a fraction and knocked, if he was awake he would say something if not then it wouldn't matter. He opened it all the way and scanned the room. Artemis was collapsed on the floor by the window in a puddle of blood. He ran to Artemis' body as if to revive him. It was possible that he had fainted and was laying in something that wasn't blood. No such luck, the floor was sticky and when Butler touched it his skin came away a dark red color. It was old blood, Artemis had been dead hours ago. ' No,' Cried the faithful servant 'No, this isn't possible. No human could have gotten into the Manor. Not past security, not through the doors, not through the windows three stories up. No. No. No.' And at his core he knew that a human had not murdered his beloved principle, this was the work of fairies. 'God damned fairies'

His breathing came in ragged waves, this was toppling his resolve. A mighty fortress imploding on its self.

He pressed the emergency button on his communicator sending an alarm through the house. Mr. Fowl's voice came over the communicator, "Butler, what's wrong?" asked Fowl Snr.

"It's Artemis Sir."

"Yes, is he alright? Butler, what happened?"

"He's Dead Sir."

"No," whispered Artemis senior " No..." Butler heard the sound of Angeline's screams on the other end of the line, then sobbing and running. The line went dead. Butler didn't move, if he moved this would be real and he did not want it to be real. Mr. and Mrs. Fowl burst through the door.

"Dear God in Heaven" Fowl Senior murmured, Angeline knelt down on the crimson painted floor and caressed her child and deep choked sobs came from her chest. Her perfect makeup streaked and marred by tears and now blasphemously corrupted by her sons blood. Artemis' father also knelt down by his wife and held her while she clutched her child. It was the picture of a family torn. They owed their lives and their sanity to their genius son. And now he was gone. " Butler."

" Yes Angeline?"

" Please leave us."

" Yes Mrs. Fowl."

He left, closing the door quietly. Both parents were crying now. Almost baying as if they we animals. Butler knew what he had to do. He had to make the call. The fairies deserved to know. Holly, Foley, No. 1, They needed to know. But more then anything they would be the ones to bring justice to the Fowl family, they would be the only ones capable of solving this abhorrent crime. He went into Artemis' office, took out the communicator that he had been issued since his release, and pushed the button with his masters blood still on his hands.