"Pleasure doing business with you, gentlemen." the boy on the steps of his home said as many businessmen walked away, into their limousines and off into the early morning scenery.

The young boy was Artemis Fowl, the young mastermind the world must have ever known. There were three large suitcases in front of him, each with one million dollars held inside. He had just sold the rights to his new symphony, "The Viper's Nest", a song which was drawn and played with suspense and turns. He would have sold his other symphony, "Siren Song", but his mother loved it and didn't want it to be sold.

As he walked into his home, he saw a picture on a table. It was a young Artemis, who couldn't have been more that six, maybe. He stood next to a disciplined man, who must have been his father. His father, who had been thought dead for so long, now alive. Only few years ago they had found him, but now he was off on his business plans again. Not for power, no, he had changed the ways that Artemis had been taught his entire life, now it was for the benefit of not only their selves, but for random people. Part of Artemis disgusted him, part of it wanted to embrace it.

Was it the Complex? Was it changing him? The answer was simple: but of course. He looked back at the picture, where he saw few people in the background: One, a large burly man who he knew was Butler, his long-time "friend", so to speak, and Juliet, his sister. Guilt washed over him. What was he? So many times he had put everyone's lives on the line, and he had even lost Butler once, but if not for Holly Short, Butler would have perished long ago.

The Atlantis Complex was like a psychological disease, so to speak. Like a fairy OCD. If it were to get worse, then he would encourage a new, split personality. He had gone through that once with Orion, he didn't want to do it again.

His sight caught fluxes in the air waves, clear silhouettes passing through, coming closer. There were sounds in the bushes, rustling, signifying someone that was approaching. He would ran into his manor, but he knew better. This was the LEPRecon, they would catch him either way.

"Do you see them?" the boy asked his bodyguard Butler, who stood by him at all times. "Yes, master, I do." Unconsciously, Artemis ran into his home and hid inside the cellar. Butler quickly followed.

"Close that portal, Butler! You know how much I hate it when you just leave it open like that!" Artemis hissed. Butler sighed, then slowly closed the small opening and locked it.

"Oh, don't lock it! We don't want to be rude!" he said loudly, but he was the one being rude. Butler unlocked the door reluctantly.

"On second thought, lock it! Lock it now! NOW! They're going to find us, and if we don't lock it, they'll take me back to their prison!" the boy yelled. Butler was about to tell him that the door was only thin wood, so it wouldn't really matter, but he did as he was told. Artemis was in the corner of the room, curled up in a ball, fright in his eyes.

They had gone through this multiple times before. Holly, Foaly, and Mulch would help him escape from the small room where he was being calmed and slowly cured, but Artemis couldn't take it in there. So, they helped him get out. They would take him to Fowl Manor at a time when his mother, father, and little brothers wouldn't be home, a time where he could be calm and do some business in the mean time.

Since they had done this so many times before, they had already prepared beds. Artemis had laid down, but not before keeping one leg off. He thought that if he put his whole body under the sheets, he would be trapped, so he kept one leg off.. He and Butler both now wore a pair a sunglasses, specially engineered so that fairy magic would be immune to them.

"Butler, move those buckets. There has to be some more on this side, and why do you have those nails multiplying on this side when they should be equal? WHY DO-"

"MAKE UP YOUR MIND!" Butler roared. "GET IT TOGETHER, ARTEMIS!"

Butler gasped at his own words. Every since Artemis had caught the Atlantis Complex, he had placed Butler on the brink of exhaustion. He couldn't stop himself.

"Master, I…I…I'm so sorry…I…" Butler began, but Artemis stopped him.

"I understand, Domovoi. This Complex is taking me over. I cannot help myself." Artemis said silently. He only called Butler by his real and first name when situations became serious.

Butler was at a loss of words. Artemis suddenly jumped into the air and walked around slowly.

"Did you hear that? They're here! THEY'RE HERE!" he said wildly as he ran around.

"Artemis!" said a soothing voice. "It's just me." Artemis stopped as three figures appeared before them.

"Oh, Holly, you fairly scared me." he Artemis said. Then quickly caught himself. "No pun intended, though." Although he was talking about puns, he did not smile.

The three figures were Holly Short, Foaly, and Mulch Diggums. They were all wearing black. "Come on, Mud Boy, we're getting you out of here." Foaly said quicky, but then added something smugly. "But of course, not without my new patented invention. The Port-Pad! Yes, yes, I know, quite a feat yes?"

Foaly stomped his hooves a few times as he rubbed his fist on his chest. "Well, if you ask me, it seems quite unoriginal." Artemis added.

Foaly's face went red and he made a bleating sound. "Well blaah-haaah-haah! to you, mister Mud Man!"

"Oh, don't put your hooves in a twist." Holly snickered. Mulch, however, was already helping himself to the many barrels and buckets filled with fish and clay. "Mmm, this dirt is really delicious! Where'd ya get it, Arty? The Mediterranean? The outer core?" Mulch asked.

"No, off near Afghanistan." Artemis answered. "Wait! Listen!" Butler said as he pressed his ear onto the door.

"Hello? Dom? Artemis? What was- Kiyai!" Juliet's voice could be heard. There were snapping sounds and screams, but not from Juliet. Juliet was staying with them for a while since Artemis had contracted the Atlantis Complex.

Juliet seemed done with the fighting, but then asked a question to the rest of the soldiers that were alive or conscious. "Would you like a salad?"

Butler smiled. She can take down intruders in a blink of an eye, and can make a mean salad. She could be the perfect bodyguard. To bad she went into wrestling.

That's a wrap! Chapter 4(Technically 3 in the story) is coming very soon, so keep an eye out! Rate and review if possible! I'm new, so I would love feedback, good or bad!