This is based off of the anime Death Note, but has it's own plot lines I assure you. Also, I have played around with the ages a bit, since I had to in a lot of cases, so Myles and Beckett are only three years younger than Artemis ( who is 16-17) and Holly is twenty-four.

Time will skip around a bit, but not to the point where it's confusing and all time skips (backwards and forwards) will be marked. As well, there might be some OOCness, but I will be trying my best to keep them in character.

The repetitive clicks of the wooden puzzle pieces being put into place echoed among the darkened room. The sole occupant had only a small lamp in the corner to see what he was doing, and it was turned down low. He knew he could have put the puzzle together without the light, as he had done so many times before, but a fear of total darkness had started creeping up on him. He knew that within weeks the lamp would always be turned up full force.

He paused when he heard the sound of the door of the room beside his open, with no obvious attempt to soften the sounds. He knew what those sounds meant, and he was saddened by it, but he would do nothing. It wasn't his choice to make. All he could do was hope that he could come to his senses.

He went back to his puzzle, waiting for the sounds of steps that would fade into the distance, signifying the leaving of the one person he was any bit close to. But the ones he ended up hearing weren't walking away, but seemed to be approaching his room. He lifted his head slightly and looked towards it in slight curiosity, but continued to work on the puzzle from memory and touch. These actions hitched when his door was opened.

The blond boy that he had known all his life stood at the door of his room for what would be the final time, a large pack hanging off his back. At fourteen, Beckett Fowl stood taller and broader than his slightly older twin and had a face hardened by taking the Fowl upbringing worse than his older brothers, and by the knowledge he would never be anywhere near as intelligent than either of them. Beckett and Myles were much too different from each other to get along at that age, something both had long forgotten had once been possible. The only thing that was similar were their eyes, both blue, but Myles were dark and accusing, while Beckett's were light and determined.

"I never expected that you'd come to say goodbye." Myles commented, placing the wooden piece in his hand down on the ground. Beckett's eyes narrowed and he slipped the backpack off, before trudging to where Myles sat on the floor. Next thing Myles knew, Beckett had him pulled up by the front of his shirt and was staring him straight in the eyes.

"I'll give you one last chance Myles. Get your things packed and come with me." Myles was dropped and he sank to the floor. He gazed up at Beckett, actually debating with himself if he should leave with Beckett or stay and see what happened. He had to factor in many things, and there were so many pros and cons, but what always came back to mind was whether or not it safe to be around Beckett when he is in such a confused state. Eventually, without much regret, he replied.

"I will not be coming with you, as I believe it is safest to stay here and wait." He picked up a puzzle piece and placed it in the correct spot without looking. "I wish you the best of luck though." For a moment, a look of sadness crossed Beckett's face, but it was quickly replaced with his normal, angry look.

"Fine." He turned around and headed for the door. Once he had on his backpack, he took one last look at his brother, who was working on his puzzle once again like nothing had happened. He couldn't believe that even he could concentrate so easily on that damned mind game after what they had learned. "But if you end up getting killed because you decided to sit on your ass instead of helping, I won't even care. Any love I held for you vanished a long time ago." He turned around and was about to head out the door, when one last thing came to mind. "And if Artemis comes home on his own...tell him I'm not coming back." Then he crouched down and pulled the plug on the lamp and left, leaving Myles in the darkness.

Myles shivered. He felt something run down his cheek, but didn't think much of it until more followed. He decided that the roof must have been leaking, since there was no way he was crying. Artemis must have been the one to break it, and Beckett was the rain that fell.

Four Months Before

Without warning almost a year and a half before, there had been a sudden mass case of unexplained deaths among criminals, and the media was in an uproar. So many people were panicking and confused, and frankly, Artemis had been amused by this. As he had written on his many blogs, there was little to bit afraid of, and the only ones who had the right to fear for their lives were those that had committed a major crime in the past.

This is not to say that Artemis hadn't considered that the deaths could switch to those of the public, as he knew it could happen, but his research and calculating had shown that the people controlling everything, as it had to be fellow humans and not godly beings like many thought, would not suddenly change from their normal targets. A slow transition, possibly, but he didn't see the gain they could get by doing so.

Artemis wasn't afraid for his own life. While he was undoubtedly a criminal like those being killed, but a much better one, none of his crimes had ever been proven to be his work. From what he had seen, death never took those who had a considerable amount of doubt surrounding their crimes, or showed honest regret for their actions. While the doubt among those of interpol that he had actually committed all those was as low as the evidence, and he regretted none of his crimes, the public, which he was well known by, regarded him as a mysterious and ambiguous figure. That there lead him to decide that the organization responsible was of the public mind, by any one could have figured the fact out, so Artemis hadn't considered it a huge breakthrough.

The only reason he was even investigating at all, was because his father had been one of the many victims, as his crimes had been too large and obvious to overlook it seemed. When the deaths first started becoming apparent, his father had talked about it once and then never again. It hadn't concerned him. But Artemis remembered clearly the day that his father had died, as he had been forced to witness it. His father had known he would die that day, as did every other victim. That was what was bothering him the most.

There was a knock at the door, breaking him out of his thoughts. Butler entered seconds later, holding a tray of food. Artemis's stomach growled at the site of it, and the beckoning smell that found his senses seconds later. He hadn't eaten since the day before, neither had he slept, and he knew that his mind was suffering from it.

Artemis gave Butler a nod of recognition. Walking over to Artemis's computer desk, Butler placed the plate in front of Artemis. Who sighed and took the fork and knife offered to him. Admittedly, he hadn't been eating much since the death of his father, and his mother had taken notice right away. Every meal since then had been some of his favourites, as his mother's way of trying to keep him eating.

"Artemis, I know that you want answers, as do all of us, but you're overworking yourself."

Eyeing his computer screen, which had uncountable tabs open and countless documents he never closed, Artemis placed the utensils down on the plate. He had been working too hard the past four months, but it had been worth it. He had gotten much farther in those months than the entire world had in over a year, but that was because he was far smarter than the mindless population. "Butler, if you'll implying that I should get help..." Artemis started, ignoring the sound of his stomach growling once again, but stopped when Butler cut him off.

"Call Holly. She's probably just as interested in this case as you are."

Artemis blinked a few times, honestly surprised, and his mind suddenly blank of everything but the memories of a short, redheaded private detective that he was unfortunately acquainted with. She was the only human on Earth that had ever left him completely speechless, and he respected her for that. Their first meeting when he was twelve had been very unfortunate, and she still hadn't forgiven him for it, and every other meeting had been a disaster. He annoyed her, and the feeling was mutual. But she was intelligent, no where near his massive IQ, but enough that she almost always managed to keep up with him.

He looked up at Butler to make sure he was serious about the request. When the look Butler gave back unfortunately confirmed this, he said 'very well', and reached for the phone, both excited and dreading the call that would come next.

So, how did I do? Should I actually continue this or is no one interested?

Also, did anyone like my portrayal of Myles and Beckett?