A/N: This is an experiment. I do not know if it will be continued. If it is, I don't know when. I make no promises right now. Updates will appear on my profile page.
I can't remember who I am, let alone your name. I can't remember how I got here. In fact, I remember just one thing. I remember you.
I remember your hair, covered in melting snow, flakes of white against chestnut brown. I remember your eyes, deep pools of chocolate, staring at me as if I held all the answers in the world. I remember reaching out to you, trying to touch you.
Perhaps you can tell me what I'm doing here. Maybe this time you're the one with the answers. Because I'm not. I'm scared. I can't say more scared than I've ever been, but it feels that way. I don't know where I am. Worse, I don't know where you are. But I know one thing: we belong together.
If I tell you what I can, will you try to find me? I wake up sometimes, screaming, from dreams that this has happened to you as well. That I will never see you again. Please come for me. I don't know how much longer I can survive here.
When I woke up- at least, the first time I remember opening my eyes- I was alone. Completely, utterly, alone. I could remember how to speak, how to write, how to read. But I couldn't remember who I was, how I'd gotten there, anything of that sort.
I thought I'd died. It's silly, I know, but I truly thought I was dead. Once I came to my senses, I realized that there is no heaven without you.
I stood up, and looked around. I didn't feel at all weak or dizzy, which surprised me. I'd been lying on a white bed, and now I looked around at a white room. Completely white. White furniture- a bed, dresser containing white clothing, desk, and chair, white floor, white walls, and even a white bathroom with a white toilet, shower, and sink. The only white thing it was missing was a door to the outside.
I did the sensible thing. I screamed.
Something strange happened then. I've gotten more used to it by this point, but then I was so shocked that I stopped screaming. You see, a boy simply appeared out of midair.
He was very pale, as if trying to match the room, but his hair was black, ruining the effect. He wore a suit- black jacket, pants, and tie, with a white shirt, over a build so slim it was hard to believe he'd ever moved or eaten. His blue eyes studied me as if I were a lab specimen. There was nothing human about him.
"Curious," he said, in an accent that I found hard to understand- I think it was Irish. He tilted his head to the side. "I admit, I did not expect you to wake up so soon."
That answered one question- I had in fact been asleep. Or the boy was lying to me, although I can't imagine why. "Who are you?" I made no effort to soften my words. Whoever this boy was, he held the answers, and I wanted them.
He didn't respond, but kept up his examination of me. He was standing several feet away, but in a room the size of a large bedroom- I remember things like that, although if you asked when I'd seen such a thing I'd be at a loss- I felt that he was uncomfortably close, but I wasn't going to take a step back and give him that small victory.
I wish I could remember if I was always so idiotically stubborn. Did it get me in trouble as a kid? Did it annoy you, or did you like that about me? All those things people take for granted, all that knowledge about who they are and who they were. I have little enough of that now, and I had none then. I was alone, completely. Even in my own head, when I thought I felt that I talked to a stranger. There was no one I knew anymore, not even really you. And it scared me. It scares me so much.
The boy ignored my question. "How are you feeling? No ill effects, I trust?"
I was tempted to lie, simply to burst that bubble of utter confidence, but I decided that I needed all of the help I could get, even if it was annoying help. "Fine." I did not lie, but I did omit. I did not trust the boy, and I didn't want him to know just how weak I truly was.
"As I thought." He had the most annoying smirk on his pale lips, and it took all of my self-control not to punch it off of that smug face.
"Where am I?"
"I don't think you would believe me if I told you." The arrogance was unbelievable.
"Try me."
He seemed to consider it, and when he shook his head I very nearly killed him. "You've been unconscious for quite a while. I don't want to give you too big of a shock."
He was a teenager, a young teenager. I don't know how old I am, but the age difference isn't big enough for him to talk to me like that, as if he were a professional. "I can handle it." I somehow kept my tone even. Whoever the boy was, he held the upper hand.
And he proved it, just a few seconds later. "Can you tell me your name?"
"No." I glared at him, as if I were just being difficult, as I frantically tried to think up a fake name.
Those blue eyes missed nothing. "And why not?"
"I..." It was no use. I couldn't think of anything, and if I was going to get to you I needed this boy's help, however unpleasant a prospect that was. "I can't remember."
It shocked me to hear the words said out loud. They made it real.
The boy raised a thin black eyebrow. That one small motion made me angrier than everything else together. "And you don't consider this an ill effect?"
At that point I lost my temper and began screaming. I'm not quite sure what. I wasn't entirely sane.
The boy took a slight step back from me. I felt oddly victorious. "My name is Artemis Fowl the Second," he said, ignoring the fact that I was still shouting at him.
Isn't Artemis a girl's name? It was the "second" bit that really got to me. And... well, I'm not proud of it, but I snapped. And Artemis Fowl the Second, despite all of his probable wealth and fame, vanished quite hastily, with a newly received black eye.
A/N: Well... that was interesting. I will admit here that I have very little idea where this might go. I would like to bring in other fandoms (right now I'm thinking either PJO or HP) if I could continue it, but I'll have to see how that works out. Nothing is definite, so if you don't want it to go in a certain direction feel free to say so.