I have re read some of my stories and my writing style is really weird so I think I might try a few more different techniques in this story…
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The Spark
A spark. One little spark. That's all it takes. Standing in a wide courtyard a young man, barely past adolescence and dressed in midnight attire lit a cigarette. Exhaling he surveyed his surroundings; one main building, no doubt housing the conference centre, three outer buildings surrounding the complex with a water fountain dominating the paved area in the centre of the four. Spaces for parking various vehicles were left in between the smaller buildings. Only a few spaces were occupied. The last light flickered once signalling the change of guard on the second floor. The crunch of gravel could be heard as the replacement guard walked from his post at the front gate to the security booth.
"Perfect…" he breathed.
The young man smiled and dropped his cigarette butt into the puddle of paraffin near his feet. Seconds later the flames had swept along the still stream and soon the whole building was alight. Flames licked the sandy brickwork and devoured the west wing faster than a dwarf in good soil. An alarm bell resounded around the courtyard. The man walked away looking back only to smile as satisfying screams emanated from within.
Stopping at the hallway mirror to check his reflection Artemis Fowl straightened his tie. Memories from 5 years previously interrupted his thoughts. Once he had stood on this spot and readied himself for negotiations with the late Commander Root looking for all the world a sinister, evil, intelligent and determined boy. But of course, it wasn't five years ago. It was 8 years give or take a few months. Sighing he smoothed back his hair; he had better get this over with.
Opening the front door he strolled down the avenue closing his eyes and letting the sun warm his features. Once upon a time he could not have stood being in the sun for more than a few hours at a time and here he was planning to spend the majority of the day outside! Things had changed, and he would be lying if he said he didn't like it.
Artemis' mind strayed for the third time that morning to his new twin siblings. He would never admit to anyone that he actually found them quite cute. In the evenings he had often found himself watching them nap or reading them a bedtime story. Anna, (A.N – everyone in the Fowl family seems to have A as their first name so I decided to keep with this theme) the dark haired angel had even started following his words with her finger. Artemis smiled. She was a smart little one for sure. He hoped one day he might have a child like her. Her brother, Andrew, was a normal little boy who had a tendency to spend hours building intricate designs with Lego pieces and then hurl a large bottle at them so they collapsed in a flurry of plastic. No matter how hard he dogged his parents and occasionally Butler they all assured him that this was perfectly ordinary behaviour for someone of his age. Finally reaching the main gate he pressed the button and patiently waited for the mammoth gates to swing open.