Diary of a Genius
A/N: First Artemis Fowl fic, please R&R. A week's entries per chapter.
Monday the 10th
I've decided to start a diary. For multiple reasons, them being: 1. To document my progress on the quantum physics experiments. 2. To keep myself psychologically healthy. Studies have shown that writing a diary can help people recover from traumatic experiences, ease stress and depression, among other things.
Today Abbot was his warrior self. He destroyed two walls. Of course, Papa will pay for them. A small glitch in my plan. Yesterday Abbot voluntarily explained the mechanics of time travel to me, after I told him that we were much more powerful now. So I spent today observing him and refining the time tunnel equations. Abbot was still toting around that romance, Lady Heatherington Smythe's Hedgerow. Actually, he used it to break down a wall. I shouldn't have given him such a thick book. Hardcover, too. Again, Papa will pay for all the damage. I am his little genius, after all. Though I wish he'd realized I do not like ponies. Or princesses. Or Justin Timberguy.
Tuesday the 11th
Abbot changed personalities again today. He became a scientist, hunched over all day scribbling equations in that little notebook I gave him. Papa will have the walls replaced tomorrow. For now, Abbot will have to share a room with the wine. Frankly, I am a little worried about that. He might drink all the Bordeaux. Anyway, that thug Papa hired, Billy Kong, was punching his pillow last night. I wonder why. He looked very angry. My analysis is that either he was furious with his pillow, or he was furious with a person and using the pillow as a punching bag. The latter seems more likely to me.
Wednesday the 12th
That demon had an infection. Papa found a silver tip embedded in his arm. After concluding that he could not have procured the metal chunk anywhere in the chateau, I looked around the garden, where he materialized. I saw that that horrendous statue's sword was broken. Upon further examination, I found traces of blood on the sword. The silver must have anchored him to this dimension. I always thought that statue was good for nothing. I was wrong.
Thursday the 13th
All those preparations were for nothing. Abbot dug the silver out and dematerialized. He must have wanted to go back to his dimension. He took the book and the crossbow with him. Heaven knows what he's going to do with them. I have lost my research subject. At least I still have my notes and equations. I can find out about the next demon appearance. This time, I will not fail.
Friday the 14th
I am still calculating, but I believe I have a breakthrough. The next demon appearance will most likely be in Barcelona. Tomorrow I will find out the exact location.
Saturday the 15th
Today Papa offered to take me to Disneyland Paris. I told him I do not like ponies. Or princesses. Or Justin Timberguy. He went back to his study looking a bit disappointed. I continued work on the time tunnel mechanics, and I have calculated that a demon will appear at the Passeig De Gracia, near that famous Gaudi building next Monday. Precisely, at 3pm.
Sunday the 16th
Papa, Juan Soto, Billy Kong and I are flying to Barcelona tonight. That Mr. Kong kept muttering, "Avenge my brother. Kill those who killed him." I hope he's not planning another murder. It could cost him a lot, getting new papers. Plus, I had just gotten used to his spiky-haired look. He may get identity crisis if he keeps changing who he is.