Life or Death, 5 or 8?

Okay, I'm only like 70 pages into Artemis Fowl and the Atlantis Complex but this was an opportunity to awesome to miss and I had to write it before the plot bunny disappeared.

Now, just imagine that Death the Kid and Artemis know each other and that they are being held captive by Opal...

"Now," Opal purred as she watched her captives writhe and squirm. "You two have a choice."

"What type of choice?" Kid asked, "And where and Liz and Patty?" he demanded, searching around for his twin pistols. "What have you done with them?"

Artemis shook his head, "Kid. 2 guns aren't going to get us anywhere."

"Yeah, well at least I don't rely on fairies." Kid shot back. "Un-symmetrical garbage." he muttered under his breath, eying Artemis's eyes. One hazel, one blue.

Opal smirked and took out a laptop. On the screen where the numbers 1 to 10. This was going to be fun. She knew about Artemis and his OCD, and Death the Kid with a similar thing with symmetry.

"What is that?" Artemis asked.

Opal flipped hair pixie hair over her shoulder and eyed a small device in the corner of the room. A bomb. "Okay, here's the deal. That bomb is going to detonate in 10 minutes. To live, you have to pick the number from 1 to 10 that's going to disable it. That simple. Pick the wrong one..and boom!' she said happily as she headed for the door. The chained boys; the mastermind and the son of death, looked at the screen.

Opal left the room, happily skipping away. They could survive, if they picked the right number that is.

"What are we going to pick?" Artemis pondered.

"8." said Kid without hesitation. "You can't go wrong with 8, perfectly symmetrical horizontally and vertically-"

"No- What type of number is 8!" cut in Artemis. "5, five is the only number. Solid and predictable. 8 can't be divided by 5."

"5 is garbage, it doesn't even sit symmetrically."

"What would your next choice be then Death the Kid?"

"Mmm, maybe 4? 4 can be divided into solid 2's. 2 can be divided evenly into ones. One is symmetrical."

"NO! 4 is death. 5, pick 5, five is good. I'm fifteen, 3 fives are 15. Good."

"8 is perfect. We have to pick 8! I refuse to pick such a unsymmetrical number. I'd rather die!"

At this rate, thought Opal as she watched the boys from the window. They're going to die. I wonder how long it takes before they realize they can just turn the laptop off? Geez, mud boys and shinigami are so stupid.

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