What the Voices Say
Morbid DramaQueen 10
Chapter 7, To Prove itThis is my first fan fiction with chapters. I know, I promised to post the entire thing at once, but I'm having a slight writer's block. Forgive me for making Artemis less brilliant than usual, but it's hard for me to express genius in a character.
Summery: This is after Lost Colony. The youngest Fowls, the twins, are not in this; I do not know Eoin's idea of their character and would not do them justice. The People will not appear until later chapters due to their involvement not being important to the plot until then. Artemis has been in and out of a relationship with Minerva. A con artist Sophia Iver is the co-main character here. When Artemis puts an ad in a local newspaper she qualifies for Sophia takes a chance and attempts to romance then rob the young millionaire. What if he's the one charming her instead? Told from the point of view of Artemis, Sophia, Sophia's sister, and Butler.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Artemis Fowl, any characters in Artemis Fowl, etc. I also do not own the Arty-newspaper-ad idea in chapter five, that is Agivega's, from the fan fiction Artemis Fowl and the Aztec incident. It's a really good plot. You should read it. But not until you at least finish this chapter.
CLAIMER: The fraction of this that is not somebody's mentioned above is MINE. Not yours, not your relative's, not anyone's but mine. Please ask before you do anything involving it. And wait for an answer from moi. That is all I ask. For now. MDQ10.
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"Okay." Sophia spoke in small words slowly. "You want me to scam Artemis Fowl II, in essence, become a gold digger, and ultimately become the thief Queen?"
"Yes." Sasha snapped. "And you can stop speaking to me like I have a mental dysfunction, or am on my death bed. I want you to scam Artemis Fowl II. It should be easy."
Sophia was silent for a minute, staring at her sister. Sasha feared her sister's mental break down, not knowing that Sophia was wondering the same thing across the table. She finally burst out laughing. A normal laugh, save for the key of high pitched fear whispering behind the humor.
"That's a good one Sassy. Rob Fowl Manor! Right. How about the Taj Mahal and Louve, or Buckingham Palace too while we're at it."
"I'm serious. Artemis Fowl."
"No."
"It's close. He's a match. He's looking. Should be easy." Quickly before Sophia could object further she pushed a newspaper clipping across the polished stainless steel tabletop. Sophia grabbed it, swiftly scanning the ad.
"Doesn't mean it's him."
"I have other proof."
"Really?" She asked with heavy sarcasm. Three years pervious when Sasha has proposed an idea Sophia asked for proof because the plan was so far-fetched. It had come, but was exposed to be fake only after the danger turned up. Sasha had walked into a trap and barley escaped alive. The new policy was all evidence, tips, and leads were thoroughly checked before acted upon.
"It's straight from Fowl himself. An audio file from his latest lecture at University."
Now she slid a digital voice recorder across the table. Sophia snatched it up pressing play in a flash.
"I know Butler. The advertisement will be out soon enough. I just need time to prepare. A hundred swindling women are landing on my doorstep. My mediation time might have to be extended for an hour or two in the coming weeks." The speaker chuckles
"Yes, Master Fowl."
Sophia stared at the box as though it had just told her the moon was about to explode. That first voice… it had scared her. And at the same time she felt her heart … was it fluttering?
"Where did you get this?"
"I told you, from his latest lecture at theUniversity. There was a video of it on there web site. Took me a while to find this little clip. I filtered it about 50 times."
"What? Artemis Fowl prattling on about his meditation schedule in front of a load of collage students?"
"Of course not. This is him behind the curtain talking to his bodyguard as the host announces his lecture. You could see his outline through the cloth, facing the large bald man. I assumed they were speaking, so I enhanced and filtered it till I could hear him. I matched up the words with the movements of his lips at the time. And the 'Master Fowl' thing was a tip too."
"Not bad work. But Sassy, Artemis Fowl? I mean, the Butler's themselves come with their own warning labels-their name. Hurting Fowl in any manner is suicide. We can change our name, appearance, language, anything. But if we get caught harming Fowl's estate or Fowl himself we will die at Butler's hand. Silently by sniper rifle, most likely. He isn't like anyone we've gone against before. This is most unsafe then anything we could do. He doesn't hesitate to kill. He will."
"Soph, when is it every safe? This is life. We promised we would live, survive, and this is the way we can."
Sophia struggled not to yell. "We are surviving! There are no financial, medical or emotional problems here! Why do we need Fowl? There are other men we can romance."
"Fowl is the one. Taking him down makes us the best, unstoppable. No one would cross us."
"We will fail."
"I can ensure a win."
Shaking her auburn tresses Sophia sighed." We could win. We could walk away now with 1.3 million and live happily. We could keep promises get married have families, live our lives. Ignore the past. Be secure. Be happy. Why risk it now?"
Sasha remained firm.
" So we can prove we are the best."
Her sister stared her down, deep green eyes strong and gentle. Filled with love. She would do anything for Sasha. Anything to keep her from doing this. Before the topaz she vowed Sassy would have a normal life. Now Sasha was making a good, but so dangerous, offer.
Secretly Sophia had thought of Artemis Fowl, wondering what he looked like, who he really was, etc. This person was like her. A genius, brilliant, caring about the environment. How long had she wanted to meet him, ask him questions, have another person share her annoyance at the rest of the world and her want of belonging in it. Now if she took up he sister's plan she would not meet him as Sophia Iver, but under some alias.
Sophia stood, walked to Sasha and hugged her, squeezing her carefully. It was easy to forget their mother was gone and Sassy was still so young and in need of love.
"Please." Sasha whispered into her sister's shoulder. She would not sign Sophie's death warrant, but she would let her sister live a happy life. Artemis couldn't not like her. Sophia held her for another moment, squeezing tighter as the seconds passed.
"We'll get killed if we're caught. It's not like stealing art in Monterey. The Butlers will have no hesitations over killing us. None at all." Or at killing me. She added silently knowing it would be her doing the real dangerous work; the inside job. If Artemis did pick her out of the supposed hundreds.
"Artemis will love you." Sasha replied with confidence. "You're everything he's wanted. And more."
"Yeah, with some make up, Gaelic lessons, and work on strengthening my accent I will be." Both girls giggled.
The accent was only the beginning. Next came the wardrobe.
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