Disclaimer: I do not own Artemis Fowl or any of the characters. They are all property of Mr. Eoin Colfer, the brilliant.
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"No stop! Dear God stop! Please not her! ―
Holly shot out of bed, sweat dripping from her brow. There it was again, the women's voice, screaming for her daughter's security.
Did failure really hurt so much? The girl had been ripped apart, limb from limp, right in front of her hazel eyes.
And she had been able to do nothing.
The silence that sat in her room, unnerved her, scoured her mind, scaring her. She wanted to get away.
From the pain of incompetence, from the mother's haunted eyes, from the screams of the girl as she was butchered…
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