Hi, I'm Crazy Female LEPrecon. Sorry for not writing this earlier, I'm new to this site and thought that there would be an certain spot where I was supposed to put my author's note. I suppose I was wrong. Anyway, I do not own Artemis Fowl or Disasteress Rage. In the Artemis Fowl Confidential Fanfiction site I , with permission from the authoress, borrowed her characters. I put the summary of her story in my first chapter, if you want to use her characters ask her, not me.
Holly Short's mismatched eyes flew open, and she leapt out of bed. It normally took her exactly six seconds to get up, but that was normally. Normally, Holly did not wake up drenched with sweat, and screaming.
The nightmare was back. The same nightmare that Holly had not had since she had been adopted by Andrew Short. Holly took a long slime bath, trying to forget the reason she was up half-an-hour early. Even the warm slime could not stop her from shivering at the memory of the nightmare.
The cold, hard gun being pressed against her head, accompanied by her father's vice-like grip, and evil laugh. She could practically feel the chains that had been attached to her ankles and wrists; holding her to the operating table, with no anesthetic, as they cut her open to examine her insides.
She pulled on her uniform, and quickly ate breakfast, before heading for Police Plaza, an unbelievable twenty minutes early. She was half-way there, when she remembered something. Artemis was going to be released from the J. Argon clinic that day, and Holly had been given permission to give Artemis, Butler, Juliet, and Angeline a tour of Haven.
Holly changed direction, and headed toward the clinic instead. She arrived just in time to see Angeline hugging Artemis as they left the clinic. She felt a slight pang rip through her, as she thought of the mother that she had never really known. She shook herself out of it, and gave everyone a brief hug, before landing on Butler's shoulder.
"Hello Artemis," she chirped, shaking off her gloomy mood. "It's good to be able to talk to you again, without you being strapped to a crazy chair."
Butler glared at her, "Holly, that was not funny."
Holly sighed. "I know I was just trying to lighten the mood. I'm sorry, I just haven't been sleeping well."
"It's alright, Butler," said Artemis. "It is very refreshing to me to be away from there as well."
Thankfully, the mood began to lighten as Holly started the tour through the city.
Unbeknownst to the little group, a shielded elf followed them. At first, he watched all of them with equal interest. Then, his gaze shifted. He ignored the humans, and watched Holly. Finally, his suspicions were confirmed.
Shoot Gunner the 60th watched, as mere fifty feet below him, his daughter, a captain in the LEP, walked with a small band of four humans, one of which was roughly seven feet tall. At first, he was mad. Then, he had an inspiration. The girl had been useful to him her entire life; why couldn't she be useful to him now?
He watched as she moved freely through the city. He watched her talk calmly to other LEP officers. Apparently she kept her past a secret. No one knew who she truly was. She would be useful. It did not take him long to find out where she lived.
Artemis was supposed to stay in Haven for two weeks to determine whether or not he was truly back to normal. Holly dropped the four humans off at their apartment, before she headed home. Tomorrow was going to be a normal day. . . or so she thought.
She woke up the next morning, screaming again. The same nightmare. She was about to leave her home, when she remembered that she had left her gun on her bedside table. He had just picked it up, when she saw a folded piece of paper that had been set down next to it. She opened it, and dropped her gun.
Disasteress Rage Gunner,
It has come to my attention that you have joined the LEP, have become the first female Captain, and have changed your name to Holly Lyra Short. I wish to have a talk with you. At nine o'clock this evening, you will lie face down on your dining room floor with both your hands placed firmly on your head. On your dining room table will be your six silver knives, your two neutrinos, your buzz baton, your two real guns, and your six silver magazines with six bullets in each. You will go through your day as normal. If you do not do as I ask, the Council and the GESF will find out your true identity. If anyone is with you, the will be killed, slowly and painfully. I will see you this evening.
Sincerely, Gunner Lord Shoot Gunner LX.
Holly sank to the floor staring in horror at the letter. No! It wasn't possible. Her father was dead. Her twin, Fury, had killed him twenty years ago; hadn't he? It didn't matter; someone knew.
Holly knew that she had to do what the letter had told her to do. She left the house in a daze. She managed to get through work like normal, including Commander Trouble Kelp yelling at her for being very, very, late for work.
After work, she went and said hello to Artemis. Then she went home, had a bath, ate dinner, and then set out all of her weapons. Two minutes to nine, she lay down on the floor as was requested. Two minutes passed, and then strong arms grabbed her. Her hands were quickly tied, and she felt heavy chains being attached to her feet.
She opened her mouth to scream, and something was pushed in it. Once it was in her mouth, it expanded. It filled her mouth. She found that she could breathe, she just couldn't speak. A gel gag! Then someone pushed a smelly rag against her nose, and darkness claimed her.
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Crazy Female LEPrecon