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Artemis shifted in this seat. He was sitting in the passenger seat, which was new for him. Butler had convinced him that older teenagers sit in the front seat while the younger ones sit in the back. He had protested at first, but eventually Butler had convinced him that is would be more convincing.

It was early in the morning; he would have to estimate about seven o'clock. They had been looking for a place to sleep, but anyplace they came to Butler would refuse.

"I think that I've found one," Butler said without looking from the road. Artemis lifted his head off of his fist. They had been looking for hours. Artemis was tired. At first he had been doing mathematical equations to keep his mind sharp, but after a while the numbers melted together. Even his mind got a bit soft after almost three day without sleep, plus he was still recovering.

"Where?" Artemis mumbled. He could feel Butler's eyes on him, but he didn't care. He couldn't remember ever being as tired as this. The Fowl boy eyes were half closed, and the road was a blur. Of course that could also be the fact that now he couldn't see two feet in front of his face now, but surely lack of sleep was an adding factor.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw a massive blurred arm point. Artemis followed Butler's arm as best he could. Eventually his eyes stopped at a sign. Artemis squinted his eyes, but he couldn't make out the words.

"It says 'Bern's Family Inn'," Butler said quietly. Artemis looked at his bodyguard. He blamed himself for what happened to them. Butler saw him looking.

"You should fire me."

Artemis shook his head. "I might as well start digging my own grave if I do that."

"I let this happen."

Artemis straightened the light jacket that he was wearing. "That implies a choice. Did you choose to let us get captured?"

"No. I-"

Artemis interrupted him. "Did you choose to get knocked out?"

"No."

"Did you choose to let them experiment on us?"

Butler was quiet for a while. Not from debating the answer, but from remembering what they did to them. Artemis sat there pushing the memories from his mind. Not very healthy, but he was half asleep, and couldn't deal with it at the moment.

"No."

Artemis looked at his bodyguard. "This wasn't your fault, no more than it was mine. We are the victims. You got us out alive, Butler. We are no longer there. As Juliet would say: 'You saved the day'."

They were quiet for a while longer. Butler pulled into the road that the Inn was on.

"I don't like being a victim," Butler admitted.

Artemis sighed. "I don't either. I'd much rather be the victor."

Butler pulled into a parking spot near the Inn. "Was that a joke, Raven?"

Artemis recognized the name they had come up with for him. He let himself out of the car, which was also new for him. "Why would I joke about something like that, Dad?"

Butler gave a comedic sigh of relief as he got out of the car. "Good. If that was a joke I might have had to ground you."

Artemis scowled as he grabbed his bag out of the back seat. "I'm not funny. I get it."

Butler's grin didn't disappear as he grabbed his own bag. "Sorry. I didn't mean to ruffle your feathers.

Artemis' scowl became even more pronounced. "Maybe I should fire you just so you could pursue your dream job as a comedian."

Butler's smile didn't waver in the slightest. "Like you said, you'd have to dig your own grave first."

Artemis opened his mouth to retort something but something stopped him. He felt a small tug on the right side of his brain, and what he felt seemed to be the feeling a bird gets when it's let out of the cage: complete and total freedom.

From the look on Butler's face Artemis deuced that he had felt it too. Artemis looked to his right to see that the tug and the feeling had come from the family that had just pulled up, or more specifically, the girl about his age standing there.

The girl was pale, with short cropped jet black hair and light blue eyes. She was wearing black leather pants and a long sleeve shirt. She was looking at them.

Angelweather

Artemis blinked. The word had come directly into his mind. He looked at Butler, who looked like he had shared the experience.

The girl was still looking at them, and she was smiling a sad smile. Butler had put himself in between Artemis and the girl, but if she could control their minds then that wouldn't be enough.

"Charlotte! Come on, it's time to check in," a man that Artemis assumed to be the father called out to her. Charlotte looked at them one last time before going after her parents.

"We should leave," Butler commented.

Artemis curled his hands into tight balls. "We have been up all night. We are staying. We are sleeping in beds. We are taking showers. We are eating real food." Artemis literally stomped up to the Inn. Butler blinked twice and followed.

Foaly frowned at his computer. He was looking for Artemis, or at least where Artemis was. He hadn't thought that he would find much, but he thought he could find something. Even Butler got caught on random cameras sometimes. He was running Artemis' pictures though the computer to match against local and private cameras in Ireland. If they didn't show up in Ireland then he would switch it to worldwide.

"Foaly! What do you think you're doing?"

Foaly swallowed a bit and turned around. Commander Kelp was walking towards him. He was angry, very angry.

"Artemis is missing again, and this time we don't know what he's doing. I have nothing to do, so I thought I could find him."

Kelp was steaming. "We have better thing to do than babysit Fowl."

Foaly rolled his eyes. "Like? I have nothing better to do. Both Opals are in jail, street crime is at a new low. All thanks for me."

Kelp rolled his eyes. "Yes, and the hundreds of police officers had nothing to do with it."

Foaly opened his mouth to say something but the computer beeped before he could. Foaly turned back to the computer.

"The last sighting of Artemis was over a mouth and a half ago in Berlin. Here, I got the video."

Before Kelp could say anything Foaly hit play.

"Black and white? The great Foaly has really out done himself." Kelp asked with a raised eyebrow.

"It's an old camera," Foaly protested.

On the camera it was raining. Suddenly a dozen and a half men walking into the picture caring an unconscious Butler.

"D'Arvit," Kelp whispered. Foaly didn't say anything. After all what more could be said?

A truck pulled up and they loaded Butler into it. Artemis was literally pulled into the frame. Two armed men were holding his arms and leading him towards the truck. A man, obviously the leader, stood behind Artemis. They couldn't hear him, but it looked like the leader was talking to Artemis. Suddenly Artemis spun and said something to the man. It must have struck a chord, as the man lifted his hand and hit Artemis across the face. Trouble's eyes went wide and Foaly let out a surprised whinny. Artemis dropped to his knees like a sack of rocks and touched his cheek. Artemis said something else to the man, but he seemed to be beyond anger. He kicked Artemis in the ribs. There was something demining about watching Artemis grab his side as he lay on the ground. Like watching someone kick a dog. The leader waved his hand and Artemis was literally thrown into the back of the truck. They closed the doors and drove away.

Foaly and Kelp watched the screen without blinking. Finally Foaly turned to Kelp.

"Holly needs to know."

Kelp frowned. "My police force isn't Artemis Fowl's babysitters. I thought that I already said that. We have better things to do." He turned towards the door.

"He's helped us in the past," Foaly called after him.

Kelp turned to the centaur. "He is the reason that two of our best officers are dead."

"He had nothing to do with that! Root and Vinyáya were doing their jobs!"

"My word is final!" Kelp marched to the door.

"Holly is never going to forgive you if Artemis dies."

Kelp's hand paused on the door. "It's about time she got over the mud whelp." And with that he walked through the door.

Foaly sighed. "That could have gone better." He put his hands behind him, which accedently hit a button.

'Video Sent'. Foaly's eyes went wide as he heard the computer talk.

"Sent to whom?" Foaly asked, but he already had a good idea to whom.

'Captain Holly Short'.

Foaly rubbed his eyes with his hands. "I am so fired."

Webs felt her skin moving under her clothes. Of course that was normal, it has been normal ever since they took her. They took them and made them freaks, and why? No one knew, and now there were two more experiments.

Webs thought back to the two males. The smaller looked a bit younger that her, and the taller one was almost seven feet tall. She stepped towards the bathroom of the room that she and her parents were sharing.

"Charlotte, where are you going?"

Charlotte, god what a revolting name. What on Earth had possessed her parents to name her Charlotte?

"Just going to the bathroom, Mom." They had kept a close eye on her ever since she returned. They thought that she had run away, instead of being kidnapped.

After she locked the door to the bathroom she took of her shirt. Tattoos spread across her torso, some even layered on top of each other. Webs searched her front and back, hoping that she found it quickly.

A mystic looking eye with long black eyelashes and purple eye shadow rested just under her bust. Webs tapped the eye, and her skin came to life.

The snake on her arm slithered up and across her neck, the dragon on her back breathed fire at a tiger, who intern growled at it. A raven flew across her stomach and a fish swam across her collar bone.

Webs brought the eye up to the middle of her forehead, and touched said forehead to the wall. Webs closed her eyes and sat down on the toilet, willing the eye tattoo to move and down the wall, which it did.

She saw herself sitting on the toilet. The tiger was chasing the dragon across her hip now.

They eye traveled through the walls of the inn until she saw who she was looking for: one of the two freshbirds.

He stood in the bathroom, with his shirt off. He was still wearing the skinny jeans and ballerina flats. He was staring at himself in the mirror.

"I've shrunken!" he almost yelled.

The larger one barged into the bathroom. "Artemis!"

Artemis looked at the larger one with wide eyes. "Butler, I've shrunken. At least a foot." He looked at himself in the mirror. "And I wasn't that tall to begin with."

Butler rolled his eyes. "You could have mentioned your hair, your eyes, or... you know," Butler said gesturing to Artemis' back. "But instead you mention your height."

"You're almost seven feet tall. Of course height doesn't matter to you."

Butler snorted. "Of course it does. No one takes small people seriously."

Artemis groaned and dropped his head into his hand. Peeking out between his fingers he spun so he could see himself sideways.

Webs gasped, and it brought her out of trance. She looked at herself in the mirror to see it the eye had returned to her, which it had.

He was Artemis Fowl the Second, the boy who had disappeared for three years not too long ago. They took Artemis Fowl the Second, heir to the largest criminal empire in fifty years, and gave him wings!?

"Oh, there is going to be Hell to pay," Webs said shaking her head as she put her shirt back on.

Captain Holly Short almost ran into Foaly when she got to the Opts booth, with Mulch in her tow.

"Foaly, what was that," she asked with a dangerous look in her eyes. Foaly thought carefully before answering.

"I received a phone call that had some major key words in it. With a bit of digging I discovered that it was from Juliet to Artemis and Butler, and after some more digging I found one with Artemis talking to his mother. Holly you have to hear this." and he played the audio for both calls for them.

Both listened, not really saying much. After words Holly groaned.

"Great. So what has Artemis done this time?"

Foaly shrugged. "I've looked over as much information as I can without Kelp's permission, and I can't find anything."

"Then get Kelp's permission!"

"Already asked. He said no."

Mulch raised his hand. "Why don't you just go topside and look for him?"

Foaly rubbed his long face with his hands. "Did you just suggest that we steal a pod, go topside, and talk to a family member of one of the biggest criminals in fairy history?"

"You talk like we haven't done that before. Got anything to eat?"

God, this took forever, and it isn't even that good. I promise the next chapter will be better. Sorry, for the last few months I was working on my Soul Eater fanfics, BeWitching and School Days. I have a habit to just work on one thing for a while, which is why my Hellboy stories have gone un-updated for so long.

Please review, I love reviews. If you wish to yell at me because this took so long, please tone it down. I have a very delicate self-esteem

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