Opal Koboi sat in her cell in the maximum security prison of Atlantis. When she first arrived she tried to convince the council to release her but recently she'd stopped any attempt to contact them. The guards didn't think much of it nor did they care. Occasionally they would sit down at their break and talk about the pixie, joking about her.

"Looks like Opal finally gave up!" a young guard laughed.

Another guard chuckled, "Maybe she realized she'd never get out of here."

"Or maybe she's waiting for something." A feminine voice chimed in.

The officers turned to look at the beautiful woman standing before them in a short red dress, her long black hair draped over her shoulder. She stared at them with her cold black eyes and a playful smirk.

The younger guard smirked too and said, "Like what?"

A small grin formed on the woman's face as she said, "You'll see."

Then she walked away, giving one more ominous sounding comment before disappearing down the hall, "Enjoy your lunch boys."

A loud crash echoed down the hall and throughout the prison, followed by several shouts and more crashes. Eventually the door to the cell containing a small dark haired pixie was blown off its hinges and the woman in the red dress stood in the doorway examining her nails. The pixie glared at the woman. The two were identical in every way except for one small detail. The pixie in the cell had rounded ears as to where the other had pointed ones. The older Opal stood up and crossed her arms, "It took you long enough."

The younger Opal smirked and said, "That may be, but this timing is perfect for our plans."

"How do you figure?" The older Opal said as she made her way to the exit.

The younger purred out the words, "Artemis Fowl has just been admitted to the J. Argon Clinic."

Both Opals smiled wickedly, stepping out of the room and back into the hallway. The once orderly passage was now littered with bodies and debris and riddled with marks for explosions. Only a few of the bodies actually had visible injuries though; most just lay against the wall or on the floor.

The younger Opal nudged the body of the guard from earlier out of way saying, "What good is a man if he can't hold his poison?"

The older Opal glowered at the officers and spat on the one her other self had just kicked. Her twin looked at over at her, smirking once more. The older raised an eyebrow and young Opal said, "Oh, I brought you something to change into."

"Artemis?"

He heard a voice say his name but he didn't care to see who it was. He probably just imagined it anyway.

"Artemis?"

There it was again. He debated looking in the direction it was coming from for a moment. Finally he opened his eyes and turned his head slightly. Artemis then found himself staring into the worried face of and auburn haired elf. He closed his eyes again, but she was persistent.

"Artemis, are you alright?" Holly asked him.

He winced at her words. The elf placed a hand his arm but he hit it away. Artemis sat up and glared at her, "Why are you even here?"

Her eyes widened in surprise at his anger, "I'm your friend, Artemis."

He sneered and said, with a voice laced in venom, "It's your fault I'm sick in the first place, Holly."

Holly was taken aback by this comment. She only wanted to help him, "What are you talking about, Artemis?"

He pointed an accusatory finger at his friend, "You know exactly what I'm talking about. This came from being around fairies, being around you. If you'd stayed away after the first time I wouldn't be here right now."

She looked into his mismatched eyes sadly, knowing that it wasn't really him talking. Artemis would never say things like that. Her voice took on a sad tone as well, "Artemis…"

He ran a hand through his hair and said, "Get out…"

"But…" as she said this he interrupted her.

This time he shouted, "GET OUT!"

Holly was shocked for a minute, but that quickly gave way to an expressed of sadness and sympathy. Without another word she left the hospital room and walked down the psych ward to the front doors.

Normally Holly would visit her friend everyday before and after work. She'd stay all day on the days she got off. Unfortunately, most of those days were spent in the waiting room. There were days when he'd be alright to talk with her and the two of them would have ok conversations, but those days were few and becoming less. More often he'd lay there with his eyes closed pretending he didn't notice her or he look at her but not say anything. Occasionally there were days like this one when he'd snap at her which would leave her emotionally drained. She sighed, strapping on her wings. Maybe it'd be best if she did come back tonight.

Artemis hadn't even watched her leave. As he was about to lay down again the door opened. He expected it to be Holly, but instead two nurses walked in.

"Who are you?" he asked them, an eyebrow raised.

One of them smiled at him coldly. They both looked the same. Twins? They seem familiar… Artemis wondered.

The other one smirked and said, "Nurses."

Artemis rolled his eyes, "Obviously, but why are you here?"

"To give you your medication." The first one said while holding up a syringe, her smile becoming psychotic.

It was probably the paranoia, but Artemis was suspicious. That didn't stop him from accusing them though, "Then you're not supposed to be here until noon. Also, I don't get injections. You aren't nurses, are you?"

Their faces became serious then and the second one tossed her hair over her shoulder before answering, "No, but that doesn't really matter."

"Why?" He asked.

She put her hand over his mouth and the other one stabbed the syringe into his arm. Artemis began to lose consciousness instantly. As he passed out it dawned on him, the reason they seemed familiar, Opal! The last thing he heard before he was swallowed by shadows by her answering him. She said, "Because we've already got what we came for."