Hello I'm new here. In fact this is my first fic so I hope you enjoy and please be gentle I'm not that good. Please review ideas are very welcome. Hope you like it!
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Broken
The small figure walked to the back entrance of the stately manor. Artemis Fowl was quick to open the door even though it was nearing two in the morning. " Holly?" A voice called out to the night. A fairy materialized in front of the boy, but it was definitely not Holly Short. The elf was short with spiked hair and had an official LEP jumpsuit on. Artemis stared for a moment before recognizing the elf as Trouble Kelp of the LEP. His cheeks were tearstained and he looked almost deranged. The small being raised a gun and fired one shot before the teen could say another word. Then he dropped to his knees, pointed the gun to his chest and pulled the trigger.
" Trouble!" Holly yelled. He had runaway and she had trailed him up to this spot. This night Trouble had proposed, she had turned him down and now she was at Artemis Fowl's drive way. A thought occurred to her now that must have been buzzing around in her head for some time now. She just didn't want to think about it. It was awful. Too awful to even be a possibility, but never the less she ran to the back entrance.
The sight before her ripped her apart, and, despite all her effort, she screamed. Less than two seconds later she heard Butler's footsteps on the stairs. He must have been in an all out sprint because normally she could never hear his footsteps. She dropped down next to Artemis and felt for a pulse, a nonexistent pulse. He was dead so Holly might as well die too, but she made no move for her gun. She only held the teen's limp lifeless body in her arms and cried. She wailed so loud it stopped Butler in his tracks. He stood and stared as if he didn't understand what had happened. Then he cried too, but his were silent tears, that one could pass off with a simple excuse. The scene was a picture of a broken heart, a broken woman, and yet it was somehow lovely. Sweet and melancholy you might say.
The story teller paused for a moment before continuing. "And the artist witnessed this account and painted the scene so it would stay with them forever."
The elf sighed and a little pixie boy raised his hand then asked his question. "Is that a true story?"
The lady shrugged. "You never can tell." Of course the pixie didn't notice the nametag the older fairy wore that read Holly Short in bold, black letters.