Disclamier:
I don't own Artemis Fowl...or anything else that didn't evolve form the insanity and weirdness that is my mind, ifI did, thid would be in a book store instead of online...

Summary

It just didn't make sense. He had no rational reason for doing this, surely there were other ways to vent, but why this? He was the one doing this, and he was doing it to himself. He should be in control, he should be able to stop, but he couldn't. For once Artemis had no control, and that scared him.

-wednesday's never work-

Wensday, November 22nd

Running, as if something monstrous was chasing him, was a young man, barely 15. His piercing sapphire eyes frantic, searching for a way out, as raven strands cascaded in front of his face, sucessfully imparing his vision. He turned a sharp corner, his speed increasing. It was weird the school was never this empty, it was the middle of class but there was always somebody in the halls. 'The joys of pubilic school, they'd never give a damn about anybody, unless its for personal gain. Oh, the irony.' He might have laughed if it were't for his emotionless demeanor. He had been the same once, and still was in some ways, though he had never been, and would never be, so pathetic in his reasoning behind his, 'selfish desires'. "Insolent fools," he mentally scoffed "what does it matter if you part of the 'in' crowd, in a few years its not gonna matter. You'll never have to see this, too put it nicely, 'hellhole' again so why care so much? Truly pathetic."

He reached his destination and locked himself inside a bathroom stall. Fumbling through his back-pack he found what would aid him in his real purpose for coming. He stared at his reflection in the small peice of metal for a moment before proceeding to do what he came here to do. Letting out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding, he pressed the razor into his skin, and draged it across his forearm. The little drops of blood that had appeared where the razor had been merged into a slow flow of crimson liquid. He sighed in a depressed manner, looking at all the scars. Old and recent cuts that decorated his arm. Why? his mind echoed I'm stronger than this, I'm Artemis Fowl for goodness sake! I've done things most humans wouldn't dare to even dream of, why would I lower myself to-to...this?

He put his head in his hands, he would't allow himself to cry, it just make things worse. Artemis never let anyone see him cry if he could help it, and if he cried, in school of all places, he'd be seen in a second. People loved to see him weak, he was the rich kid with the 'im-better-than-you attitude that everybody hated, and how could he blame them?After all it was true, he wasn't exactly the greatest person. But he had always been this way, he had a right to didn't he, he was a genuis after all. A master theif, Artemis Fowl II had always come out on top, and now he was reduced to this. Artemis laughed, things had been very diffrent as of late. Butler had retried, in a way, he was still Artemis' body guard but Artemis refused to put Butler in the line of fire, not after what happened last time.

Though, Artemis hadn't given up on his criminal life, in fact, even though he had tried, the more he pushed it away the more he needed it. He just gave up on going legit, crime was much too fun to give up anyway. He still got calls from Holly on occasion, to help with cases hear and there, he hadn't heard from the elfin girl in weeks. He missed her, in fact he miss all of his 'fairy freinds'. Of course its wasn't as if he could visit them, Haven was pretty far away and he was considered somewhat of a threat under the world. No Artemis wasn't insane, he was insanely brilliant but not psyco ward insane. In the earths core instead of white hot molten rock, Haven city of the fairy-folk, lies. Okay so mabye he was insane, but Haven was a real place either way, and he was not the only human to have been there.

Artemis Fowl had gone through more in the last few years than most did in their life span. He 'discovered' the fairies, battled trolls, brought down the imfamous Opal Kobi twice, nearly died on several occasions, had his memoried wiped and restored, befriended the ex-LEP Captain, Holly Short, the theif Mulch, and the brilliant, though somewhat childish, inventer Foaly (all of the former reside in Haven), and caused quite a few problems for their people. It just didn't make sense. He had no rational reason for doing this, surely there were other ways to vent, but why this? He was the one doing this, and he was doing it to himself. He should be in control, he should be able to stop, but he couldn't. For once Artemis had no control, and that scared him. Before he had time to finish this slight meditation, the bell rang. I really hate wednesdays...

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