Hello, again, dear readers! I'm back, in the same day!, for a second chapter. I really didn't expect such good feed back for the first one. We're not even into the dramatic stuff yet! But anyway, here is the second chapter for all of you faithful fans. Thanks much. LUUUURVE YOU!

When Holly first started to wake from her sleep, she thought she was back in her own home. The cushioning mattress underneath her was soft and comforting. Her fingers ran over the fabric of the sheets, and she imagined it was her maroon bedspread at home. They even smelled like her lavender laundry soap. Holly unconsciously covered her ears with her arms, bracing herself for the scream of her alarm clock. But it never came. In fact, a lot of the usual morning sounds that would seep into her apartment in the early hours were now entirely absent. 'Strange,' Holly's slow, tired side said. 'It's almost as if…'

Holly's eyes flew open as the events of the previous night slammed into her brain. She bolted upright on the small cot she was laying on and found herself looking at a cement wall. A fist of cold fear clenched at her heart. She struggled not to shriek aloud. The room she was confined in was barely bigger than an elevator, about 6 feet by 6 feet, with a ceiling about 5-and-a-half feet high. Claustrophobia swept over Holly in waves of panic, but she closed her eyes and breathed deeply, swallowing rapidly, willing the phobia to pass. 'You're a soldier,' she told herself. 'Act like it.'

With one more deep, shaky breath, she opened her eyes to assess her situation. She tried to ignore the smallness of her cell as she studied it. The small cot she sat on went across about half of the cell. The other half consisted of a small toilet, a square slot low in the wall, and some blank paper with a pencil on the cement floor. She eyed those particular objects suspiciously. Why would they give her paper? Holly then realized that LEP jumpsuit had been replaced with a simple gray sweat suit. "How long was I out?" Holly murmured to herself.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a small metallic sound. Her gaze flew to the slot in the wall, which was opening to reveal a small tray of food being slid in to her. It plopped onto the floor and the slot slid shut. Holly hesitantly crept forward, inspecting the food. On the tray sat a small carton of apple juice, a fruit salad, some crackers, a protein bar, and a toothbrush with some toothpaste on it. Holly was confused. Surely the kidnappers, whoever they were, wouldn't feed her as good as this unless they expected something in return. Which led her to the assumption that the food was drugged? She picked at the leafy salad cautiously, as if she expected it to bite her. She plucked a small lettuce piece out and held it to her nose. It didn't smell to suspicious. Holly risked a small bite, but didn't taste anything odd. She noticed for the first time that her stomach ached with persistent hunger. So, the elf ate her food, careful to search every bite with her tastebuds in case it held the evils of another tranquilizer. She set aside the toothbrush for later and pushed the tray back over to the slot. No doubt whoever was keeping her here would want it back.

Holly then sat silently on her cot, trying to decide what to do. Not that she had whole lot of options. A small, winking light drew her attention upward. She was looking into a small camera that was cemented into the wall. No use trying to get it out. Instead, she made a rude hand gesture to it and turned away from it.

Her gaze fell upon the small stack of paper in the corner of her prison. This was the strangest thing about it all. It was entirely too random for an everyday kidnapper. Maybe there was some plan behind it all, run by a genius. Holly almost chuckled at that. Her mind roamed back to when she had been kidnapped by the young genius, Artemis Fowl. Holly seriously doubted the Irish boy was behind this. For one, he was vacationing with his parents in London. And two, he had built a very good relationship with Holly over the past couple of years. But there was always a possibility…

Holly shook the thought from her head. No way. She sighed, growing bored of just sitting the around. If she wanted to stay sane, she would have to do something productive. So, she picked up the paper and pencil and started to write…


*smirks* Ahh, the suspense. Please review!