Alright, so: I do not own Artemis Fowl or any other characters from the Artemis Fowl Series. If I did, it would not be Fanfiction. This is just a teaser, I want to know if I should continue on the idea of Artemis escaping delusion with invention.
Mending
Slowly lowering the cup's lip, Artemis raised his gaze from the tea. Furrowing thought clenched his brow as he fought to retain control. He could barely maintain this, as he was fourteen months, four days, sixteen hours into his Atlantis Complex treatment.
He fought the urge to panic; the primal instinct to throw his hands in the air and scream. Artemis Fowl the Second, he thought to himself, you will not be beaten by your own mind!
Stumbling to his feat, Artemis shambled into his bathroom. While not luxurious, the Argon Center catered to most of his needs. Nearly slipping, Artemis steadied himself on the handle of his small refrigerator.
Fists clenched, Artemis rapidly breathed in and out, in and out, seeking to calm himself. A roar of indignation arose from Artemis' lips; later he would think back and wince at the memory.
At last, his flailing digits met with stainless steal. A quick flick of his wrist and the pillar of smooth, quad-free water leapt from the sink's nozzle. Artemis' breathe evened out, first to a regular yet quick beating but then to the slow and steady bum-bum.
The Next Morning
Artemis shrugged the sheets of his torso and bolted upright. Such signs of excitement were rare from Fowl before the Complex, but now he had grown more… normal. After weeks of seclusion from all but Holly, Butler and his parents, a new guest would be arriving in a few minutes.
Knock, knock.
"Do I have to hack my way in, or something? Mud Boy technology doesn't beat my trusty, not-so-old omnitool. The delightfully sarcastic wit of Foaly resonated through Artemis' small room.
"Of course not. That would be silly. I already have four LEPrecon agents outside my room at any given time. Three, really, as Grub spends all his time venting and ranting," stated Artemis, nearing one of his old smirks.
Even as he spoke, Artemis fluidly crossed to his door and unlatched the old-fashioned lock. There wasn't a computer on, or under, the planet that could hack a piece of metal.
"Seeing as you aren't having so many nightmares about Ffurfor anymore, and Orion doesn't seem to be as dominant, Butler insisted you begin training in the use of a sidearm. You know, Artemis, he won't be the human shield you think of him as for much longer. If I may say so, it is exceptional skill on Holly's part that Butler is even alive." Foaly thought for a second if he'd been too sharp, and decided against it.
"Yes, yes, Butler detailed such in his last email. What about the parts I wanted?" Even after a year and a couple-odd months, Artemis was focused on the important parts of life such as building partially legal gadgets.
"Why you need sheet metal and a welding torch evades me, but I have those, the iris cam, and a Section Eight commander's helmet on their way in," verified the obnoxious half man.
"Oh, Foaly, it will all be obvious by the time you see me again." Foaly can clearly tell than Fowl on on the verge of something brilliant.