Chapter 4

"...good music can be so hard to find...so hard to find...

...I take your head and hold it closer to mine, Thought love was dead but now you're changing my miiiind...

...My hearts a stereo, it beats for you, so listen close. Hear my thoughts in every no-o-ote..."

Opal couldn't take it anymore, the song was some sappy love song that had a few mediocre lines of word play, it was the loudest and most strangely worded thing she had ever heard besides that damn "Pixies gonna rock hard" song Mervall Brill would start singing around the lab. She took it upon herself to put an end to it. Barging in was not the best idea and Opal would only do so in a situation when she had clouded judgement, and she only became susceptible to clouded judgement when she was either under stress, uncomfortable or out of truffles. Thatwas the other Opal; Opal the elder, Opal of years past was much more...professional...than her future counterpart.
She was different.
Another difference was that she hadn't killed as many people...she had killed...but not out of rage...and not because they hadn't noticed her new artificial-leather boots but because she had a proper, 100% non-villainous reason (promise) for doing so, Though out of rage she had indeed chased Artemis fowl half way across Ireland to obtain the brain fluid of an endangered lemur that, now she thought about it. "Jay-jay" may now have a female twin with suitably different genes in order to restart the species.

She would begin her plan to retrieve the lemur, or its counterpart, and regain her magic, which she had indeed lost, after she had dealt with the equally loud simian in the other room...no wait lemurs are "pro-simians"...there's a difference.
She could see part of the room from where she stood, though the light was blinding compared to the rest of the building. She looked at what was in the other room...the kitchen it would seem. She could see through the doorway a counter top and a cupboard. In the cupboard, frond knows what, but on the counter top there was a Knife holder that contained a large assortment of Carving Knives,

None were as sadistic or serrated as hers though they were much cleaner and bigger.

She could have made a number of excuses for what she did but no one was watching and she really didn't want to stay in that house much longer so she grasped one of the knives by the handle (were you expecting her to pick it up by the blade?) and pointed it at the centre of the room where a figure stood swaying to the instrumental at the end of the song. "He", Judging by his height compared to his shoulder width, was preparing something on the counter in the centre of the room facing away from the Knife, like a machete in her hands, wielding Opal.

"...gym class heroes baby...So sing along to my stereo...yeah."

The song came to an end, leaving the air between Opal and the yet to be revealed human adolescent…one thing was for sure it wasn't Artemis. His skin was pale yet no where near the vampirish white of Artemis fowl, He also wore a red short sleeved shirt and baby blue jeans, an outfit that even Artemis wouldn't wear dead or otherwise. His hair could be mistaken for black in the right light but was actually a Dark shade of brown...and there was one more factor that set him apart from Artemis...clamped between his lips was a white plastic tube that looked suspiciously like the handle of an accursed lollipop, one thing Artemis couldn't stand as well as being called "Arty". This truth came to light when the boy turned around to click the Replay button on the CD player.

"Don't...you...DARE turn that awful remix of a swear toad mating call back on" she said raising the knife to his chest level and trying to make herself taller without looking like she was trying to look taller. "...Hola" He said turning to Opal while he raised his hands slowly, stretched them, yawned and let them fall to his sides. He then tried to nonchalantly walk past Opal into the living room, he was stopped by the small problem of a knife making its way through his skin and between his 5th and 6th rib. His knees buckled as the blood spurted from his side in a way that Opal found not in the least disturbing. He landed on his knees with his chin resting on his chest, knife still in his side and pixie still gripping the blade. Opal wasn't satisfied with how well he had dealt with the blow so she twisted the handle, causing the blade to rip a larger gash along the side of the boys surprisingly slim figure. He collapsed to the ground barely putting his arms out in front of him as he once again made no sound in reply to the pain that he obviously felt.

Opal kneeled down as he fell as not to hurt him to much and keep her grip on the knife. She looked down at the boys head which kept to the ground maybe preparing for her to try at his throat, she did no such thing. She said to him in an impatient tone " Habla usted ingles?".


Authors note:...that escalated quickly. Next Chapter the Boy shall reveal his true intentions (or not :P) and we will catch up with some of the other characters from Artemis fowl, until then...

...good night internet.