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A/N~ This is my third story. Yay! If any of you readers have read my other stories, I'm having major writers block and would like some suggestions as to how to continue those stories. Please review and tell me what you think of my new story.
The Memories of Holly Short
Artemis sat quietly in the parlor. He was waiting for the LEP, or Lower Elements Police, to show up and take him down to Haven for questioning. Not long ago, only a year and three months, the LEP had mind- wiped all of his precious memories of the People, a group of magical creatures who reside in the underground. Approximately three hours ago, an old friend, Mulch Diggums, had stopped by Fowl manor to "help" in the returning of his, Juliet's, and Butler's memories. The transaction had succeeded.
After his memories were returned, Artemis had sent an e-mail to Foaly, a paranoid, genius centaur that works with technology for the LEP. The e-mail had been short, sweet, and to the point. It read, "Hello."
He knew that Foaly would be able to trace the e-mail back to Fowl manor and, being his natural paranoid self, would send Captain Holly Short to take him into Haven. He and the captain had almost been friends when they had last parted, or at least allies. Together they went trough adventures and perils that most people would never experience in their pathetic, miserable lives. In short, they had some good times.
Currently, in the parlor with him was Juliet Butler, a spirited twenty-year-old training to be a bodyguard, Mulch Diggums, a kleptomaniac dwarf, and Butler, a forty-year-old bodyguard of Artemis' and a trusted friend. All waiting for Captain Short to enter with an indignant expression on her features with a raised gun. All waiting for that knock on the door that would bring them closer to Haven.
Knock, knock, knock.
The moment they had been waiting for had finally came. Juliet rose from her place on the settee to answer the door. "It's a fairy friend, Artemis. Should I invite her in?" Came the blonde's call from the foyer.
"Yes." He said simply, a vampiric smile tugging at his thin lips. Juliet led in the fairy and Artemis frowned. Was it just him or did it look that Captain Short had gained weight? The figure was completely suited up in a signature LEP ensemble complete with helmet; therefore the fairy could not be identified properly.
The chubby fairy took off its helmet and indeed, it was not Captain Short. It was Grub Kelp, a no ranker with so many complaints about everything it was a miracle he could get out of his bed in the morning. Grub was short and stout with a round, rosy face that was contorted in fear. He had "taken down the mighty Butler in battle" once, or so he told his coworkers. When in what most people like to call reality, he had ran in surrender and hid behind a bush crying for his mother.
Artemis stood and walked over to the short fairy, who was now quaking in horror. "Why did they send you and not Captain Short?" Artemis said icily, already perturbed by this fairies presence in his manor.
"C-c-Captain S-Short is on a m-m-m-m-"
"Can you say anything intelligible that a person of your stature could possibly manage?" Artemis questioned.
"Mission. So Commander R-Root sent me instead." Grub said proudly, finally managing to say a sentence. "I'm supposed to take y-y-you and the B- but-but-butlers and the convict," he said icily, throwing an accusatory glance at Mulch, who just smiled innocently, "down to H-h-haven. So if you'll follow me this way-"he trailed off as he made his way out of the manor. The four followed silently and without question. Grub led them out to a shuttle port, known as Tara.
They filed into a shuttle and Grub sat down in the pilots seat. The four sat in the remaining seats and buckled up. Grub revved the engine and they were on their way. The shuttle soared down huge shafts of rock and dirt that seemed to go on for miles. Soon light appeared at the end of the tunnel, bringing them out of a sea of eternal darkness. Artemis was silently gloating at the fact that the idiotic fairy hadn't remembered to put them to sleep on their way down to Haven. Currently, Artemis was committing to memory the route they took, knowing he would need it in the future.
Thousands of lights seemed to surround them as they pulled into the shuttle port. It was virtually empty so there wouldn't be much of a problem getting the humans to LEP headquarters.
"There's a s-s-shielded car over there where you can be s-s-safe from anyone looking at you all. I'll then d-drive you all into headquarters." Grub said shakily as they walked over to the car.
After what seemed an eternity of waiting in traffic jams they came to a halt inside of police plaza. Grub directed them up twelve elevators to Root's office after they had exited the automobile. Grub left them as they entered Commander Root's spacious office.
Commander Root sat in a large desk chair smoking a fungus cigar, his face as red as ever. Foaly was to his right sitting in a custom made swivel chair. Root looked furious.
"CONVICT!" He roared. "HOW DARE YOU GIVE THE MUD-WHELP HIS MEMORIES BACK? I'M SENDING YOU STRAIGHT TO HOWLERS PEAK WHEN THIS IS OVER. AND YOU'RE STAYING THERE FOR LIFE!"
"Please, Commander. What is the need for all of this yelling?" Artemis said, massaging his temples gently. Root appeared to get even redder, if that was possible.
"I WILL YELL ALL I WANT! AS SOON AS SHORT GETS HERE WE ARE MIND WIPING YOU ALL AGAIN SO WE NEVER HAVE TO SEE YOU AGAIN!" This came as a shock to Artemis, as well as the Butlers. He hadn't anticipated them mind- wiping them again. He was almost sure they would find it a waste of time; as of he could get his memories back again.
Artemis was about to retort with a witty remark to the commander's flawed plan of action when a voice came circulating through the building. It was that of Captain Trouble Kelp. He was screaming for the commander and Foaly and some medics for some reason. They could now hear his labored steps bounding towards the office.
Trouble came bursting through the door and looked almost in tears. But then again, so would you if you were carrying the same thing in your arms. The small, thin, bloody figure of Captain Holly Short lay gingerly in his strong arms. Juliet gasped out loud.
Holly's leg was horribly mangled and she had several bullet wounds protruding from her chest and stomach. Her clothes were soaked with blood and her hair drenched in sweat. Her breathing was labored as her eyes fluttered open and closed a small number of times. Her face held that of a look of confusion on her pretty features as she gazed upon Artemis and the Butlers. She smiled weakly at them before her face contorted back into pain.
Trouble set her down lightly onto a small couch in the room. Everyone seemed star struck. They didn't know what to say. Even Mulch, who had been arrested by her hundreds of times, was speechless. Here was one of their great friends, dying. It was Juliet who finally broke the silence.
"What happened?" She whispered. Tears streaming down her face.
"We were going to check on this troll. Some goblin gang attacked us. While Holly and I were fighting them back the troll went berserk and charged. Its tusks got Holly in the leg. When I finally subdued the troll, the gang had come up from behind and when Holly turned around they shot her. She fell down but kept on shooting until all of them were dead." Trouble said quietly. "I just wish I could have helped more."
Artemis couldn't believe it. This just wasn't supposed to happen. This happens to people you don't know in the marines or something, not to someone so young and vibrant as Holly Short. These things aren't supposed to happen to people you know. They shouldn't be.
But, sorrowfully, they were.
Holly's breathing was getting shallower when the medics burst in. There was a team of about fifteen running in, dressed in their starch white uniforms and gloves. They pushed and shoved their way past Trouble and Foaly, who were both kneeling in front of Holly. The medics began their magical surgery and two or three of them ushered the small group out of the room while the procedure was being taken place.
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It seemed an eternity before one of the medics emerged from the office. His white uniform was drenched in Holly's blood, but, somewhat ironically, he looked pleased with himself.
By the time he emerged, Artemis and Foaly were pacing nervously. Holly was one of their only friends in the world. The rest were sitting in various chairs along the hallway and had distant looks on their faces.
Artemis almost jumped in anticipation when the medic started speaking. Almost. "I have very good news. Captain Short will live. "Sighs were heard all around. "But. Yes there is a but. But she will be unable to fulfill her duties as an officer of the law for a while. For now she should stay in bed and NOT do anything more strenuous than changing the channel on the television. Is that understood?"
"Yes. Will she require any special care or needs?" Foaly asked.
"Oh, definitely yes. A full time "baby-sitter", so to speak, should be at her beck and call whenever she may need them. So I would select one soon. Good evening." The medic said smoothly as he exited the building with his colleagues.
The group walked in quietly as to not disturb Holly in any way. She lay there peacefully, with a slight smile on her face. The only remaining parts of the vicious attack were a few scars on her leg.
"So who wants to be her baby-sitter?"
A/N~ So what did you think? Review and tell me about it.
A/N~ This is my third story. Yay! If any of you readers have read my other stories, I'm having major writers block and would like some suggestions as to how to continue those stories. Please review and tell me what you think of my new story.
The Memories of Holly Short
Artemis sat quietly in the parlor. He was waiting for the LEP, or Lower Elements Police, to show up and take him down to Haven for questioning. Not long ago, only a year and three months, the LEP had mind- wiped all of his precious memories of the People, a group of magical creatures who reside in the underground. Approximately three hours ago, an old friend, Mulch Diggums, had stopped by Fowl manor to "help" in the returning of his, Juliet's, and Butler's memories. The transaction had succeeded.
After his memories were returned, Artemis had sent an e-mail to Foaly, a paranoid, genius centaur that works with technology for the LEP. The e-mail had been short, sweet, and to the point. It read, "Hello."
He knew that Foaly would be able to trace the e-mail back to Fowl manor and, being his natural paranoid self, would send Captain Holly Short to take him into Haven. He and the captain had almost been friends when they had last parted, or at least allies. Together they went trough adventures and perils that most people would never experience in their pathetic, miserable lives. In short, they had some good times.
Currently, in the parlor with him was Juliet Butler, a spirited twenty-year-old training to be a bodyguard, Mulch Diggums, a kleptomaniac dwarf, and Butler, a forty-year-old bodyguard of Artemis' and a trusted friend. All waiting for Captain Short to enter with an indignant expression on her features with a raised gun. All waiting for that knock on the door that would bring them closer to Haven.
Knock, knock, knock.
The moment they had been waiting for had finally came. Juliet rose from her place on the settee to answer the door. "It's a fairy friend, Artemis. Should I invite her in?" Came the blonde's call from the foyer.
"Yes." He said simply, a vampiric smile tugging at his thin lips. Juliet led in the fairy and Artemis frowned. Was it just him or did it look that Captain Short had gained weight? The figure was completely suited up in a signature LEP ensemble complete with helmet; therefore the fairy could not be identified properly.
The chubby fairy took off its helmet and indeed, it was not Captain Short. It was Grub Kelp, a no ranker with so many complaints about everything it was a miracle he could get out of his bed in the morning. Grub was short and stout with a round, rosy face that was contorted in fear. He had "taken down the mighty Butler in battle" once, or so he told his coworkers. When in what most people like to call reality, he had ran in surrender and hid behind a bush crying for his mother.
Artemis stood and walked over to the short fairy, who was now quaking in horror. "Why did they send you and not Captain Short?" Artemis said icily, already perturbed by this fairies presence in his manor.
"C-c-Captain S-Short is on a m-m-m-m-"
"Can you say anything intelligible that a person of your stature could possibly manage?" Artemis questioned.
"Mission. So Commander R-Root sent me instead." Grub said proudly, finally managing to say a sentence. "I'm supposed to take y-y-you and the B- but-but-butlers and the convict," he said icily, throwing an accusatory glance at Mulch, who just smiled innocently, "down to H-h-haven. So if you'll follow me this way-"he trailed off as he made his way out of the manor. The four followed silently and without question. Grub led them out to a shuttle port, known as Tara.
They filed into a shuttle and Grub sat down in the pilots seat. The four sat in the remaining seats and buckled up. Grub revved the engine and they were on their way. The shuttle soared down huge shafts of rock and dirt that seemed to go on for miles. Soon light appeared at the end of the tunnel, bringing them out of a sea of eternal darkness. Artemis was silently gloating at the fact that the idiotic fairy hadn't remembered to put them to sleep on their way down to Haven. Currently, Artemis was committing to memory the route they took, knowing he would need it in the future.
Thousands of lights seemed to surround them as they pulled into the shuttle port. It was virtually empty so there wouldn't be much of a problem getting the humans to LEP headquarters.
"There's a s-s-shielded car over there where you can be s-s-safe from anyone looking at you all. I'll then d-drive you all into headquarters." Grub said shakily as they walked over to the car.
After what seemed an eternity of waiting in traffic jams they came to a halt inside of police plaza. Grub directed them up twelve elevators to Root's office after they had exited the automobile. Grub left them as they entered Commander Root's spacious office.
Commander Root sat in a large desk chair smoking a fungus cigar, his face as red as ever. Foaly was to his right sitting in a custom made swivel chair. Root looked furious.
"CONVICT!" He roared. "HOW DARE YOU GIVE THE MUD-WHELP HIS MEMORIES BACK? I'M SENDING YOU STRAIGHT TO HOWLERS PEAK WHEN THIS IS OVER. AND YOU'RE STAYING THERE FOR LIFE!"
"Please, Commander. What is the need for all of this yelling?" Artemis said, massaging his temples gently. Root appeared to get even redder, if that was possible.
"I WILL YELL ALL I WANT! AS SOON AS SHORT GETS HERE WE ARE MIND WIPING YOU ALL AGAIN SO WE NEVER HAVE TO SEE YOU AGAIN!" This came as a shock to Artemis, as well as the Butlers. He hadn't anticipated them mind- wiping them again. He was almost sure they would find it a waste of time; as of he could get his memories back again.
Artemis was about to retort with a witty remark to the commander's flawed plan of action when a voice came circulating through the building. It was that of Captain Trouble Kelp. He was screaming for the commander and Foaly and some medics for some reason. They could now hear his labored steps bounding towards the office.
Trouble came bursting through the door and looked almost in tears. But then again, so would you if you were carrying the same thing in your arms. The small, thin, bloody figure of Captain Holly Short lay gingerly in his strong arms. Juliet gasped out loud.
Holly's leg was horribly mangled and she had several bullet wounds protruding from her chest and stomach. Her clothes were soaked with blood and her hair drenched in sweat. Her breathing was labored as her eyes fluttered open and closed a small number of times. Her face held that of a look of confusion on her pretty features as she gazed upon Artemis and the Butlers. She smiled weakly at them before her face contorted back into pain.
Trouble set her down lightly onto a small couch in the room. Everyone seemed star struck. They didn't know what to say. Even Mulch, who had been arrested by her hundreds of times, was speechless. Here was one of their great friends, dying. It was Juliet who finally broke the silence.
"What happened?" She whispered. Tears streaming down her face.
"We were going to check on this troll. Some goblin gang attacked us. While Holly and I were fighting them back the troll went berserk and charged. Its tusks got Holly in the leg. When I finally subdued the troll, the gang had come up from behind and when Holly turned around they shot her. She fell down but kept on shooting until all of them were dead." Trouble said quietly. "I just wish I could have helped more."
Artemis couldn't believe it. This just wasn't supposed to happen. This happens to people you don't know in the marines or something, not to someone so young and vibrant as Holly Short. These things aren't supposed to happen to people you know. They shouldn't be.
But, sorrowfully, they were.
Holly's breathing was getting shallower when the medics burst in. There was a team of about fifteen running in, dressed in their starch white uniforms and gloves. They pushed and shoved their way past Trouble and Foaly, who were both kneeling in front of Holly. The medics began their magical surgery and two or three of them ushered the small group out of the room while the procedure was being taken place.
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It seemed an eternity before one of the medics emerged from the office. His white uniform was drenched in Holly's blood, but, somewhat ironically, he looked pleased with himself.
By the time he emerged, Artemis and Foaly were pacing nervously. Holly was one of their only friends in the world. The rest were sitting in various chairs along the hallway and had distant looks on their faces.
Artemis almost jumped in anticipation when the medic started speaking. Almost. "I have very good news. Captain Short will live. "Sighs were heard all around. "But. Yes there is a but. But she will be unable to fulfill her duties as an officer of the law for a while. For now she should stay in bed and NOT do anything more strenuous than changing the channel on the television. Is that understood?"
"Yes. Will she require any special care or needs?" Foaly asked.
"Oh, definitely yes. A full time "baby-sitter", so to speak, should be at her beck and call whenever she may need them. So I would select one soon. Good evening." The medic said smoothly as he exited the building with his colleagues.
The group walked in quietly as to not disturb Holly in any way. She lay there peacefully, with a slight smile on her face. The only remaining parts of the vicious attack were a few scars on her leg.
"So who wants to be her baby-sitter?"
A/N~ So what did you think? Review and tell me about it.