I, ArTeMiSfOwL, do not own Artemis Fowl. (ducks rotten tomato.) And without further ado, I present...
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Chapter One: Celebration
Artemis lifted the Sig Sauer hand gun and took careful aim.
He took 3 large chunks out of the assassin's head. Artemis smiled. Not his
customary wolf grin, but more like a proud one. He killed the deadly assassin,
or he would have if it wasn't a cardboard cut-out.
"Very good, Artemis! You've improved!" said Butler, placing a hand on his charge's shoulder.
Butler took the handgun from his hand, and unloaded it. Artemis took his walkie-talkie out and pressed
the call button.
"Juliet? Would you please prepare a dinner for us? Nothing too fancy,
maybe, oh, ravioli? Pasta? Maybe, Lobster Bisque?" Artemis awaited a response.
"What was that? I'm sorry, but I've just heard the best news!" Said Juliet. Artemis raised
an eyebrow. He wondered what was so important. Probably Big Bob defeated Samurai Sam. Juliet
sure did like wrestling. "Well, don't you want to hear the news?" asked Juliet. She was very anxious.
Artemis decided not to. He would wait for it to come up in a dinner conversation. He was not in
a mood for wrestling.
"Juliet? I'd rather hear the news later. I have to train anyway. Call me when
dinner's ready." said Artemis. He had made a promise to Butler. Starting one week after the incident
involving the rescue of Artemis Senior, Artemis would run track, lift weights, and now, train his
ability to shoot a gun. Though Butler forced him to do the exercise and track, it was Artemis's idea
to practice with weapons.
Artemis walked with Butler to the new gym recently installed. It was complete with a treadmill,
weight set, pool, showers, sauna, TV system and, of course, a beverage cooler. He grabbed a bottle of still
water from the cooler and put it in the treadmill's cup holder. Artemis found it very boring to run for
a long period of time without entertainment. So, he installed the finest TV, a LCAP flat screen. He flipped
to Espn 8 (he had gotten a new SATELLITE, it thought some people could have IMAGINATION!!!), the running
channel of choice. Butler sat next to the treadmill, reading his newest Guns & Ammo magazine.
Today's top weapon was the fully automatic, 15 shot pistol. It was named the Rhino. Butler glanced at Artemis.
He was running full speed. Butler smiled and returned to his magazine. I taught him so much. He really catches on quickly,
He thought. Artemis really did enjoy Butler's company. He used to just be a tyrant. One order after another. But after
his father was rescued, Artemis changed. He was content.
Artemis got up and went to the weight set. He selected an extremely heavy (100 pounds) weight, or at least heavy for
someone his age and picked it up. "Butler, would you come here please?" Artemis didn't have to ask, because his manservant
was already next to him. Artemis would not take any chances. Before he had started the training program, Artemis remembered
an old fact he had read in a newspaper when he was three. It stated that 78 percent of deaths in the athletic area were
caused by people getting heavy weights on their chests. They then proceeded to die a very slow and painful death. He
shivered. Artemis certainly did not want to die, especially slow and painfully. So, in short, Butler would hold on to the
weight as Artemis lifted it, so if he stopped, he could pick it off of him.
Artemis proceeded to sit on the weight bench. Here's to that fat girl in my old class. He said, lifting the weight.
It was a new way of lifting weights for Artemis. He would think of a person he hated, and it would give him energy. Artemis gained
a lot of energy from this. So, ultimately, it meant lifting a weight twenty to twenty five more times. Artemis stopped
lifting the barbell. Butler took it off of his chest, and placed it back where it belonged. 85, thought Butler. Artemis was
getting stronger.
"Butler, would you please pass me my drink?" asked Artemis. He was extremely thirsty, and was sweating like, well he was
sweating a lot. When Butler passed the water to Artemis, he drank it in 3 huge gulps. He then proceeded to walk to the shower
and grabbed a towel. He walked inside the sliding door and closed it. Suddenly, clothes flew over the door. Butler caught them,
and laid them on the stool next to the shower. Scents of peppermint and fresh fields circled the room. Butler smiled. Artemis
only bought the finest soaps with the most amazing scents. And usually the most expensive. For example, his favorite soap,
Heavenly Scent cost 69 dollars for a single bar. And his shampoo, Peppermint Dreams, cost 250 a bottle. Leave it to Artemis
to spend as much money possible, thought Butler. Artemis turned off the water and dried off. He realized how good he smelled.
As he continued thinking about his scent, he wrapped his towel around him and stepped out of the shower.
Artemis grabbed a robe from the rack and put it on. He walked to his room and started to get some formal attire from
his antique armoire. Tonight's choice was a shirt (white), suit (black), tie (navy blue) and loafers (black). He looked in the
mirror and smiled. Stunning, Artemis thought. Simply stunning.
Artemis proceeded to walk down the grand staircase, smiling at Butler. Unfortunately, Artemis did not notice that his
shoes were untied. Artemis slipped, falling down the last two hundred and twenty-four steps. Butler ran to his master. he picked
up Artemis and wiped the blood from his nose, and various wounds. Butler raced to catch him, but it was too late.
He had a black eye, and a gash down his face.
"Artemis, are you all right?" Butler asked. Artemis shaked loose.
"Yes Butler, just a small nosebleed, that's all." Artemis said quickly. He cursed at himself. Fool!, he thought. He took
the silk napkin out of his pocket. As he wiped his nose and gash, he thought that no amount of exercise and training could change his clumsiness.
Oh well, he thought. He put the napkin back in his pocket.
Butler stood at his post, disgruntled. He reviewed the last scene in his mind, over and over. Artemis falling down all of those
stairs. It must have been terrible, thought the manservant. And he just got up and walked away. Amazing.
Artemis walked into the dining room with a smile. He looked around the room and stopped. There were tables full of food, and he
saw a familiar face. Very familiar. A person with scars and a prosthetic leg.
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Well, thats it! It's tooooooo short, I was on a tight schedule. So how is it? Reviews! I require 5 reviews to continue! :) Psyce I'll continue
Edit: I added a little more details because some people hated it (or didn't like it), but critescism (whatever) is useful!
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Chapter One: Celebration
Artemis lifted the Sig Sauer hand gun and took careful aim.
He took 3 large chunks out of the assassin's head. Artemis smiled. Not his
customary wolf grin, but more like a proud one. He killed the deadly assassin,
or he would have if it wasn't a cardboard cut-out.
"Very good, Artemis! You've improved!" said Butler, placing a hand on his charge's shoulder.
Butler took the handgun from his hand, and unloaded it. Artemis took his walkie-talkie out and pressed
the call button.
"Juliet? Would you please prepare a dinner for us? Nothing too fancy,
maybe, oh, ravioli? Pasta? Maybe, Lobster Bisque?" Artemis awaited a response.
"What was that? I'm sorry, but I've just heard the best news!" Said Juliet. Artemis raised
an eyebrow. He wondered what was so important. Probably Big Bob defeated Samurai Sam. Juliet
sure did like wrestling. "Well, don't you want to hear the news?" asked Juliet. She was very anxious.
Artemis decided not to. He would wait for it to come up in a dinner conversation. He was not in
a mood for wrestling.
"Juliet? I'd rather hear the news later. I have to train anyway. Call me when
dinner's ready." said Artemis. He had made a promise to Butler. Starting one week after the incident
involving the rescue of Artemis Senior, Artemis would run track, lift weights, and now, train his
ability to shoot a gun. Though Butler forced him to do the exercise and track, it was Artemis's idea
to practice with weapons.
Artemis walked with Butler to the new gym recently installed. It was complete with a treadmill,
weight set, pool, showers, sauna, TV system and, of course, a beverage cooler. He grabbed a bottle of still
water from the cooler and put it in the treadmill's cup holder. Artemis found it very boring to run for
a long period of time without entertainment. So, he installed the finest TV, a LCAP flat screen. He flipped
to Espn 8 (he had gotten a new SATELLITE, it thought some people could have IMAGINATION!!!), the running
channel of choice. Butler sat next to the treadmill, reading his newest Guns & Ammo magazine.
Today's top weapon was the fully automatic, 15 shot pistol. It was named the Rhino. Butler glanced at Artemis.
He was running full speed. Butler smiled and returned to his magazine. I taught him so much. He really catches on quickly,
He thought. Artemis really did enjoy Butler's company. He used to just be a tyrant. One order after another. But after
his father was rescued, Artemis changed. He was content.
Artemis got up and went to the weight set. He selected an extremely heavy (100 pounds) weight, or at least heavy for
someone his age and picked it up. "Butler, would you come here please?" Artemis didn't have to ask, because his manservant
was already next to him. Artemis would not take any chances. Before he had started the training program, Artemis remembered
an old fact he had read in a newspaper when he was three. It stated that 78 percent of deaths in the athletic area were
caused by people getting heavy weights on their chests. They then proceeded to die a very slow and painful death. He
shivered. Artemis certainly did not want to die, especially slow and painfully. So, in short, Butler would hold on to the
weight as Artemis lifted it, so if he stopped, he could pick it off of him.
Artemis proceeded to sit on the weight bench. Here's to that fat girl in my old class. He said, lifting the weight.
It was a new way of lifting weights for Artemis. He would think of a person he hated, and it would give him energy. Artemis gained
a lot of energy from this. So, ultimately, it meant lifting a weight twenty to twenty five more times. Artemis stopped
lifting the barbell. Butler took it off of his chest, and placed it back where it belonged. 85, thought Butler. Artemis was
getting stronger.
"Butler, would you please pass me my drink?" asked Artemis. He was extremely thirsty, and was sweating like, well he was
sweating a lot. When Butler passed the water to Artemis, he drank it in 3 huge gulps. He then proceeded to walk to the shower
and grabbed a towel. He walked inside the sliding door and closed it. Suddenly, clothes flew over the door. Butler caught them,
and laid them on the stool next to the shower. Scents of peppermint and fresh fields circled the room. Butler smiled. Artemis
only bought the finest soaps with the most amazing scents. And usually the most expensive. For example, his favorite soap,
Heavenly Scent cost 69 dollars for a single bar. And his shampoo, Peppermint Dreams, cost 250 a bottle. Leave it to Artemis
to spend as much money possible, thought Butler. Artemis turned off the water and dried off. He realized how good he smelled.
As he continued thinking about his scent, he wrapped his towel around him and stepped out of the shower.
Artemis grabbed a robe from the rack and put it on. He walked to his room and started to get some formal attire from
his antique armoire. Tonight's choice was a shirt (white), suit (black), tie (navy blue) and loafers (black). He looked in the
mirror and smiled. Stunning, Artemis thought. Simply stunning.
Artemis proceeded to walk down the grand staircase, smiling at Butler. Unfortunately, Artemis did not notice that his
shoes were untied. Artemis slipped, falling down the last two hundred and twenty-four steps. Butler ran to his master. he picked
up Artemis and wiped the blood from his nose, and various wounds. Butler raced to catch him, but it was too late.
He had a black eye, and a gash down his face.
"Artemis, are you all right?" Butler asked. Artemis shaked loose.
"Yes Butler, just a small nosebleed, that's all." Artemis said quickly. He cursed at himself. Fool!, he thought. He took
the silk napkin out of his pocket. As he wiped his nose and gash, he thought that no amount of exercise and training could change his clumsiness.
Oh well, he thought. He put the napkin back in his pocket.
Butler stood at his post, disgruntled. He reviewed the last scene in his mind, over and over. Artemis falling down all of those
stairs. It must have been terrible, thought the manservant. And he just got up and walked away. Amazing.
Artemis walked into the dining room with a smile. He looked around the room and stopped. There were tables full of food, and he
saw a familiar face. Very familiar. A person with scars and a prosthetic leg.
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Well, thats it! It's tooooooo short, I was on a tight schedule. So how is it? Reviews! I require 5 reviews to continue! :) Psyce I'll continue
Edit: I added a little more details because some people hated it (or didn't like it), but critescism (whatever) is useful!