Disclaimer – I don't own Artemis. I don't even own a cell phone.
I'm fairly new to this, so no rotten tomato throwing. Please. I'm allergic to them.
The irony of it all. What were the chances.
Of him finding out about the People.
Of him kidnapping the one particular fairy that could change his ways.
Of him becoming best friends with said fairy.
Then of that fairy dying in his arms.
Artemis though all of this while counting out the pills from the fluorescent orange pill bottle. Four shiny blue and yellow capsules lay in the palm of his hand when he was finished. They taunted him, beckoning him to swallow them. And so swallow them he did.
One by one , the slipped down his throat. Artemis looked around his room one last time. It was the same as ever. Cold and unemotional, with the exception of a vase of half wilted forget-me-nots that Mrs. Fowl had placed on his nightstand days earlier. Forget-me-nots, the teenager thought. How appropriate.
With that final thought Artemis Fowl the 2nd slid into oblivion, happy to think no more.
I killed off everyone's favorite genius. Please don't shoot me.
Flames make me cry, but do what you have to.