The Utopia That Had Passed Away

by theholychesse

Artie was a famous street urchin with not the brightest past. Alice was a fellow patient with a fire-bright one. Both are special. Both are mad. Both are joined by the land of fantasies and nightmares, Utopia, Fairyland, Wonderland.

1. Chapter 1

(Disclaimer. I don't own Mcgee's Alice nor Artemis Fowl)

Breathing heavily, the boy ran with all the might his little legs had. Racing past a gas powered lamp, his young face was exposed to the yellow light for a few seconds, also making his bright blue eyes glitter wildly. He was out of the range of the lamp after a few seconds.

He continued to run in the moist, filthy alleyways of London, feeling like any moment his lungs would split in half. He was not built for this! But, then again, he doesn't know what he was built for.

The dark, grey clouds above him seemed to follow him as he ran from his pursuer. He saw a pile of filth in a small alley joining to this and dove into it, hopefully tricking the one who was chasing him.

He heard the tap-tap of running shoes on stone slowing and getting quieter.

Trying to slow his deep gulps of air, he became as quiet as he could, he felt his body aching, head pounding and heart pumping like a steam train.

The slow tap-taps of the person's shoes began louder, they were getting closer. He stopped every movement, his heart stopped; muscles stilled and stomach stopping its backflips.

He could hear the person sniff the air like some bloodhound on a hunt.

Pleasepleasepleasepleasedon'tfindme.

The person grunted, unsatisfied by his outcome and walked away into another direction.

He sighed, allowing a gulp of precious air enter his starved lungs.

Panting like a dog, he crawled out of the pile. He took a look at the cause of the chase in his hands. A dark brown leather wallet. Opening it he took out the couple of quid (pounds) in there and pocket the wallet, he could sell it to some opium taking idiot who would think that it's new.

Practically dragging himself, he walked toward his place of living, Houndsditch Home for Wayward Youth, run by his psychologist, Angus Bumby.

(New Story! Sorry if you wanted updates. I am actually, to my great surprise/anger, experiencing writer's block. I know lame excuse, but it's true! Also sorry if the chapter is short, I had to create build up, and this is it. Hope you like it!)