Well... oops? Really sorry I haven't updated in forever guys. Even though this story has been complete written since friggin 2012.
Well, here it is. I'm not naming the chapters because it would require that I read through them, and reading anything I wrote too long ago sincerely makes me cringe from the depths of my soul. So I'm really sorry I wont be proofreading or I'd have a permanent irreversible cringe on my face for all eternity.
Well here we go!
I woke feeling very uncomfortable, well almost woke up. I was awake, but the uncomfortable position reminded me of the previous events. I decided to keep my eyes shut and see what was happening through my ears.
I listened very carefully. Any little detail could seem the most insignificant yet be the most important piece to the puzzle, or a way out of this situation.
"Is she awake yet?" a voice asked, male. I wrote everything down in my head.
Someone kicked my leg, I bit away a scream. That kick hurt a lot; I also took a note in my mental note book to kick that guy in the stomach once I was able to.
'Nope, dead as a rock."
There seemed to be straps strapping me to a bed, too soft for a cot, and I could feel the cold wall to my left so it was not a couch. The reason why I was uncomfortable was that I was accommodated to a perfect fluffy silk cased pillow, and now I didn't have a pillow at all. In addition, the straps were so tight they must have forgotten that I needed to breathe. Idiots. Okay… that didn't help at all.
"Well, it's been a while why hasn't she waken up yet."
"Yeah five hours…"
"You-you don't think she's dead do you?"
"Of course not you moron she's breathing!"
"Well then maybe she's in a coma!"
"Nah I don't think so."
"Oh yeah? How do you know?"
A few seconds passed.
"I… I just know ok?"
"Hah! Sure you do. You're just scared to admit that because the boss will murder you. You're the one who stuck your bum to her face. Man are you going t' be in quite a pickle."
"Oh yeah? I'm going to be in a pickle? And whenever he finds out that you got kicked in the face by a girl he's going to have a cow!
Silence once again.
They just sat there quietly. Good dwarfs, now I can think straight. So first of all there is a boss, and its is a 'he' there for a male. And these two idiots were the dwarfs from the alley. And they were to wait until I wake up. Why? Of course; interrogations. Lovely, my area of expertise, answering questions in a 'more complicated than necessary' way.
Now where am I? Are we above or below ground? That is difficult to know without opening my eyes. Maybe even with my eyes open I won't be able to tell. Does it matter? It might. Its summer. In Paris it was extremely muggy, especially with that boa. I can feel the air vent right under me, the bed is low, and the room is slightly conditioned. The air seems a bit more sterile, I can't smell the slightest bit of dust or pollution, but I can't depend on my ever horrible sense of smell. Anyway, most likely we are under ground. Could we be outside of Paris? It has been five hours they might have been able to move me in this time. Could they have tunneled with me? I don't think so. Tunneling and dragging a body with them might be too difficult. And if they did manage they didn't get far. But they are working with others; they could have flown, or driven somewhere, not necessarily tunneled.
If only Artemis had confessed that he had been and seen a new world, I would have been able to ask questions. A use full question right now was: where is the nearest fairy city to Paris? That just might have been use full. Then I could now where I am. Just might. The all knowing Artemis Fowl should have seen this coming, being his sister and all he should have taken some more precautions. It's obvious that fairies might be after his money and intelligence, and I'd be a perfect target, the youngest of the fowls.
Well anything else Angie?
I decided not, but also to listen a little longer; which was a very good choice.
"It's a shame that we are in Paris and we can't see the tower." Said the dwarf who had I had kicked.
I just then realized that his voice was hoarse, the kick had an effect. I swallowed a smile. That lifted my mood immediately, along with the fact that I knew that we were in Paris.
"Yeah, it is." Said the other one.
"Can't we just take a little peak?"
"And how exactly can we do that? We've got t watch the girl!"
"We can take turns. I can go up first, just for fifteen minutes. Then when I come back you go up, if you want. Come on Limp!"
"Yeah? And what about the sun screen? We're out! I can't stand being above ground anyway."
"I er- borrowed a bit from an er- person who left it lying around. He didn't want it, didn't seem like it."
"Translation: you stole a box from a storage room; you stole it from a store! Tick what if there were cameras? What if you were spotted!? Really bro you've gotta be more careful."
"You really need to get your priorities straight. You're a dwarf, stealing is in your blood. You love stealing, unless I do it."
I could see a fight coming. And I knew all I needed to know. We were underground unfortunately. I didn't know much about that area. Oh well.
"Well, maybe that's because you are so inexperienced." Limp said.
"Lame brain." Said tick
"Oh I'm the lame brain?"
"Yeah, you are. Thank you for confessing that."
The next thing I heard was a "THUNK", followed by a scream and a "flop".
Obviously Limp had hit Tick on the head with something hard, making him flop to the floor unconscious. Good. Too bad the stupider one was down and not the smarter one, it would have made it much easier to negotiate. One the bright side, more fun and more self satisfaction.
I fluttered my eyelids open. Let the fun begin…maybe. I could never be so sure that i was going to win.
