Hello everybody. When I was currently writing this, I had a horrible case of a stomach virus. It was basically a whole two days of hell. But, I cleaned myself up, got better, got some rest, and now I'm back. I hope you all enjoy the next chapter.
Song: Omen; By: The Prodigy.
"People keep thinking that a fighting style is going to save their ass in a fight. You know what type of fighting style saves your ass the most; two feet running the opposite direction!"
Korey Coleman.
-from the Podcast: A Couple of Cold Ones.
When Apollo tried to land his first punch, he completely missed. Marcellus leaned to the left. Apollo's momentum caused him to almost fall flat on his face. Apollo was able to catch himself, with his hands. Turning around, He noticed that Jack was now squirming on the ground. The other three goblins faced Apollo with crossed arms and wicked smiles. Seeing a new target, Marcellus, Phillip, and Taren were about to participate in a gang fight, much to their anticipation and excitement.
However, they completely underestimated their opponent. For Apollo, with all his strength and all his ability, got right back up…..
and got pure contact on Marcellus with an upper cut; squarely in the jaw.
A normal uppercut would have just shaken Marcellus, and possibly cause bruising. This….this was different. The uppercut, combined with Apollo's electric powers, was like if a mini-nuclear bomb, went off right next to Marcellus's jaw. The Goblin flew back a couple of feet, did a couple of somersaults, and flipped over into a dumpster canister.
Phillip and Taren were stunned. The sight of some stranger, who looked like half human-half elf, lay the smack down on their boss with lightning…it was just too much for them to handle.
Apollo cheered with much excitement. "Yeah, I kicked his ass!" Apollo exclaimed with much excitement.
Marcellus at this point, arose from the dumpster. He got rid of an icy goo that was all over his face, and revealed a dark scowl, before created a fire ball in his hand, and chucked it at Apollo.
"Oh shit!" Apollo screamed, as he ducked away from the fireball. Noticing that he was crouched on the ground, he saw one of the goblins legs. Apollo swept the legs of the goblin to his right. Apollo got up, and for extra measure, created a ball of electricity and shocked his neck; sort of like a taser.
One goblin was down; two more were left.
Apollo threw his elbow back trying to hit the goblin behind him. He was mortified when he didn't hit anything, and suddenly Apollo felt himself get lifted off his feet. Two arms from behind him, wrapped around his forearms, and locked behind his head. Marcellus caught up with Phillip, who held Apollo at bay, and Marcellus repeatedly struck Apollo in the face with his fist.
The pain was unbearable. At first, His face burned with the feeling off the capillaries busting under his skin. As they healed, the soreness of a bruise took over like icy. Apollo kicked and squirmed, trying to break free. An inspiration struck him. He shifted the lightning from his hands, to his feet. Immediately, when his feet collided with Marcellus legs, the power was so tremendous, Marcellus flew back a couple of feet.
Apollo reached behind him, shifting the power back to his hands, he shocked Phillip, grabbed him, and threw him over his back. Phillip landed on top of Marcellus, who was on the ground a couple a feet away.
This was intense. He was actually having a real fight. A shame no one was watching this. If someone was watching this, he'd officially be a superhero.
But someone was. As Apollo turned his head, he saw an awestruck and completely mystified fairy, watch this fight go on in front of him. The fairy looked frighten. Apollo, with much frustration and anger, shouted 3 words, that no matter what species you are, it's recognizable.
"CALL THE POLICE!" Apollo shouted to the fairy, before Apollo was tackled by both Marcellus and Phillip at the same time. Apollo struggled for a bit to become free. He used a short burst of energy, for lightning to flash out everywhere. Marcellus and Phillip were thrown back, the incredible lightning powers pushing them back and into the air, before colliding with the ground.
The fairy that Apollo ordered ran into the coffee shop that was behind Apollo, and only a few yards away. Once the fairy burst inside, he stated one of the most insane and craziest thing anybodywould possibly ever hear.
"Holy crap! There's a human boy out there with lightning powers fighting a bunch of goblins like a super hero." Small pause. "IT'S FUCKING AWESOME!"
Trouble was dismayed.
Over the years, Trouble began to realize that he was beginning to hate his job. Yes, being a commander had all of its advantages. He got to boss some people around, and the job was very simple to do. Yet, it's advantages were also it's disadvantages. After a while, having all of that power became….boring. On top of that, it's simplicity almost made his sick. He loved being on recon. He loved working out in the field. Now, he was trapped in a fake office that was nothing more than a coffin. He felt confined. He wanted to break free.
Which was why he begged Lili to tell him what she was laughing about.
She came in, a couple of minutes earlier, stating that she had a job for him to do, before breaking down and laughing to the point that Trouble thought she would vomit. Trouble was somewhat curious as to why Lili was laughing. And because she ran into the room, stating that she had a job for him to do, the curiosity was tremendous. Trouble asked Lili, who was clutching her stomach and laughing hardly, to calm down, and tell him what she was trying to say.
Once she was finally calm, but still chuckling, Lili told him this. "Okay, so get this," Lili stated while cackling. "I was sitting in my office, taking calls, when I got this panicked store owner who owns a coffee shop in East Haven. The guy must be a psychotic or something, for he said, and I quote, 'there's a human boy outside my coffee shop, fighting a bunch of goblins, and he's firing lightning from his finger tips.'"
Trouble began to chuckle as well, at just the absurdity of the idea. "That's insane!" Trouble proclaimed with a laugh.
"I know," Lili exaggerated with a long laugh. After a while, the laughter between them stopped. With a smile, Lili stated, "Anyways, you should probably check out the coffee store owner. You know, if he truly is insane, we might want to pull a 22/50/"
"Take a man who is literally losing it, and put him in a hospital against his own will," Trouble described a 22/50 protocol. Then, shrugging his shoulders, Trouble proclaimed, "All right, I guess I got nothing better to do."
(A few minutes later.)
Trouble sighed as he drove the standard issue L.E.P. hovercraft across the roads in East Haven. He was deathly bored. Sure, there was a suspenseful atmosphere. Being anxious during any situation just came with the job. But there was nothing to cause a big ruckus about. Everything seemed normal. The artificial sun was shining, and there seemed to be no signs of violence.
Then, out of nowhere, Trouble kelp saw the strangest sight of them all. It seemed like a small blue light. Almost as if someone was shining a flash light against his squad car. But as he squinted and studied the object, he realized it was a ball. It was an actual solid object, and not just light.
And then, to his horror, he discovered that this object was getting closer, and closer, and closer.
Trouble ducked immediately, and the strange blue ball crushed through his windshield, and almost singed his hair. It was when he got up, that he recognized that the strange blue ball was actually a giant ball of lightning. Trouble was stunned. He couldn't believe that lighting came out of nowhere and almost killed him. He wasn't even near the weather simulators in South Haven. How the hell did lighting just appear out of nowhere?
That's when Trouble noticed more lightning; not necessarily at him, but going upwards, outwards, and all around the sky. That's when Trouble noticed the coffee shop through the hole in his windshield. It was a good distance away, but he tried to focus on the distant building. His eyes widen at the strange sight. He saw two small dark shadows, in the shape of goblins, fighting and attacking a big shadow that was the source of the lighting. The big shadow was shooting lightning from its fingertips.
"What the fuck?" Trouble exclaimed as he turned on the siren and lights, and began heading towards the strange battle.
Apollo fell on his face, and then got right back up. He started throwing giant balls and bolts of lightning at the goblins. Sometimes, he'd miss, but other times, he'd strike the goblins. He was amazed that they lasted so long. Their clothes and skin was smoldering. Sometimes, they'd fly a couple of feet in the air, and a couple of feet back, landing on the concrete with an incredible force, that no one should be able to walk away from. And yet, here they were, still alive, and still looking for a fight. When Marcellus reached him, Apollo duck, grabbed Marcellus's arm, and tried to flip him. It only resulted in Marcellus viciously striking him with the other hand. Apollo flew back and held his nose in pain. Before Marcellus could attack again, Apollo threw another bolt of lightning. It made contact with Marcellus's right shoulder, and cause the goblin to spin to the ground like a ballerina. Phillip came forward, and Apollo using two of his fingers, shocked the goblin on the neck. When he leaned forward in pain, Apollo kneed the goblin in the face, kicked him forward, and then shocked him with another bolt, causing him to fly back.
Apollo knew that the fight had to end soon. He was tired; the Goblins couldn't take much more. He knew that either he was going to die, or he was going to kill. He didn't want to kill. That was just completely against his character. But those were the only two options he had. So, before he would come to a conclusion, Apollo had to make a stand.
Apollo rushed over to Jack, who at this point was spitting up blood. Apollo stood on top of Jack, without stepping on him, hovering above Jack, protecting the victim like a true superhero would. He made it so the lighting was almost vicious, and almost striking out at anything. The "boxing gloves" were now bigger than ever before. And with an animalistic voice of courage, Apollo growled like a lion, "BACK UP! BACK UP RIGHT NOW!"
For the first time ever, in the history of mythical creatures, goblins actually did what they were told, and took a step back. Their eyes widen with surprised. They were taken back at the sight of this strange teenager, protecting Jack, with lightning buzzing around him as if he were an electoral transformer.
Marcellus had an epiphany, and slowly grew a dirty and dastardly smile. Reaching into his jacket, he pulled out a switch blade knife. Yes, it was primitive, but it was the best that Goblins could do. And even if it was a weapon out the Stone Age for most fairy folk, a switchblade knife still had that nostalgic fear and turmoil that came with it. Everyone recognize that snap, once the blade was flipped open.
And judging by how Apollo's eyes widen, and how his breathing hyperventilated, Apollo was no exception.
With a gritty, snake like voice, Marcellus told Apollo, "You better back off kid."
To this day, Apollo still doesn't know know where he got the balls, to tell the goblin, "NO! NEVER!"
Marcellus cocked his brow. He was completely puzzled and pissed off all at the same time. "What the hells the matter with you, kid? You're going to die, for some piece of shit, that you barley even know?"
That was when Apollo's motivation shifted. It was there he realized why he wanted to be a superhero. He yelled back at the Goblins, noticing the crowd gathering being the coffee shop window. "AND THERE ARE THREE ASSHOLES, LYING TO WASTE AGAINST SOME POOR GUY, WHILE EVERYONE FUCKING WATCHES!"
Marcellus immediately felt a chill go up his spine. He turned around and His face went pale. All this time, he had no clue that there was a crowd behind the main coffee shop window, watching the gang fight against this strange being. Some were taking photos. Some were even taking video of the fight. Marcellus's never felt stranger in his life. It wasn't remorse, but it was the strange feeling of guilt that came with remorse. Where did the guilt come from, Marcellus had no clue. But he knew that with the eyes upon him, he felt so awkward.
"AND YOU WANT TO KNOW WHAT'S WRONG WITH ME?" Apollo proclaimed, snapping Marcellus back to attention. "You want to know what my problem is? Yeah, I'd rather die. NOW BRING IT ON!"
And that was when Apollo received a reaction that he never was expecting. Marcellus stared at Apollo, right in the eyes…..and then he closed the switch blade. Grabbing Taren from the ground, he pulled him by Philip's and his side. Then, pointing at him, Marcellus said, "You're fucked up in the head kid."
And then out of nowhere, Apollo felt his ears tingle. He knew that this was sort of like a way to detect danger. But where was there danger? Suddenly, Marcellus slapped his neck as if a bug bit him. Then pulling a dart from his neck, Marcellus passed out. Suddenly, Phillip passed out as well. Both were lying on the ground, and had apparently been shot by darts.
Apollo felt a presence by his side. He turned and noticed a strange fairy. It was a male. He was normal size. He had black hair, and long limbs. And judging by the official L.E.P. jumpsuit, Apollo declared that this fairy was a cop. Besides that, there was an L.E.P. hovercraft right behind this strange fairy. In his hand, was what looked like a foam finger? Remembering the stories that Holly talked about, Apollo realized that the foam finger was a dart gun. Adding up the evidence before him, Apollo declared that the fairy had shot the two goblins.
Apollo suddenly felt weak. The battle had taken a tool on him. His muscles were sore and tired. Falling over, but being careful not to crush the goblin before him, Apollo breathed in a very long, and exaggerated breath. Suddenly, Apollo heard a small mumble from the goblin under him,
"What?" he asked the goblin.
With much pain, and with a scratchy voice, the goblin reinstated, "t-t-thank you."
Suddenly, Apollo felt a hand on his shoulder. The fairy with the foam finger dart gun came up and placed his real hand on Apollo's shoulder. With Eyes wide, and filled with suspense, Trouble Kelp asked Apollo, "Who are you?"
Crashing down to the ground, Apollo replied as he spat blood, "My name is Apollo. I'm the son of Holly and Artemis Fowl. And I should have just stayed in the shuttle."
Placing one hand over his ear trying to drown out the noise of gun fire, Artemis began to give Trouble his instructions. "Take Apollo to the L.E.P. Make sure no one sees him. Anybody can be working for Opal; Anybody. After sneaking him in, keep him under close surveillance and make sure he's only monitored by you. Hide him in your office, hide him in Foaly's. I don't care, just make sure you and you alone see him. Take care of him."
Holly then leaned over, and talked into Arty's communicator. "Oh, and don't forget to tell Apollo, that he's in big, big, trouble when we get there."
"Yeah," Artemis agreed. "Tell him that he's in for a long day." And with that, Artemis cut off the communicator, and kept his head low as the bullets continued to spray themselves inside the small convenience store.
Artemis looked over to the other shelf, and noticed Mulch and Root sitting with their backs against the shelf, and with Mulch being the only one with his fingers plugging his ears. Turing towards Artemis, Mulch mouthed the words, "Damn, this guy has a lot of bullets."
"No kidding," Holly shouted back.
Suddenly, as if on cue, the sound of gunfire began to cease. The whole room became silent. This was not the first time that this particular silence began to envelop the room. In fact, If Artemis had been counting, this would have been the twelve time that the driver had stopped firing. Artemis and Mulch looked at each other, and began to count down. The last several times, when the gun fire stopped, it would usually return no less than three seconds later. So counting down from three was the best way to establish if the gun fire had finally diminished, or if the driver was only reloading again.
3…2…1….
Apparently, this time was different. Everyone in the room seemed confused. 30 seconds had passed, and yet no more bullets seemed to fire. Mulch whispered with much concern towards Holly and Artemis, "Is it over?"
And that's when it happened. During the mist of the confusion, people began to search the room, trying to find the driver once more. Root, at this point, peaked his head out from the left side of the shelf. He looked towards the back, and noticed a table had been turned over, and used as a fort.
And then, all of a sudden-BANG!
The deathly sound of gun fire screeched through the room with a mortifying, ear-splitting tone. Holly watched in horror, as the clone of her old commander, clutched his right fore-arm as soon as the sound echoed in the room. She watched blood flow out from his arm and spray itself on the floor. She watched him fall to the floor, and seem to pass out.
"ROOT! NO!" she screamed.
Artemis rushed out from behind the shelf, and ran to Root's side, staying low as he dodged more bullets. When he finally reached his side, Artemis took his vitals. He seemed okay, but he knew that if Root's bullet wound wasn't healed soon, he would be in critical condition. Artemis scolded himself for doing this. He knew it was a completely risky move that he was about to perform.
"I know my wife is going to hate me for doing this," Artemis stated as blue sparks began to dance around his fingers. "But it looks like I'm going to have use the last of our magic to heal your wound." Artemis placed the magical hand on Root's for arm. The bullet popped out like a novelty item. The skin and muscle began to reattach itself. Where there once was a giant gaping hole, there now was a normal piece of flesh.
"Speaking of your wife, where is she?" Mulch asked as he pointed behind Artemis.
Artemis turned around in shock at this statement. His mouth opened in horror, as he noticed that the shelf where his wife was once accompanied at was now vacant. His wife had gone AWOL during the middle of a firing match. This was the worst possible time to go missing. Artemis franticly searched the dark convenience store with his eyes, and then finally found his wife. To his utter horror, she was running towards the shooter with amazing speeds. And with her animalistic eyes of anger, it looked like she was going to attack.
"HOLLY, NO!" Artemis screamed in agony as he feared for his wife's safety.
Strangely, and almost impossibly, the shooter missed every single shot as Holly got closer and closer. Suddenly, he ran out of bullets. His eyes widen in fear as the gun clicked, but no explosion was heard.
Holly then jumped. She grabbed on to one of the hanging lights from above, and used it to swing herself, and strike the man in her jaw with feet.
She landed safely behind the man as the man clutched his jaw in agony. She grabbed one of his hands and began to pin it behind his back. With a rush, she charged forward and slammed the man into a wall. She then grabbed the back of his head, by his hair, and repeatedly slammed his face against the wall. His skull cracked and blood began to flow.
But Holly wasn't done there. As the man bounced back, she used an old tactic she learned from years training the academy. Using the momentum, she climbed on his back in a 'Piggy back' stance, flipped the guy head over heels. Once he landed, Holly was now towering above him.
With a quick heel to the temple, the driver died instantly.
The whole gang was stunned, but Artemis was the most surprised out of all of them. He knew that his wife was a very strong woman, and he had seen her in combat many times before in the past. But it had been ten years since the last time Artemis watched his wife in action. He had no clue that she still had it in her. He was ashamed to think that the spark of battle diminished so long ago. He felt a little guilty to think that Holly had lost her vicious and powerful touch, and became nothing more than his wife.
Holly was surprised herself. She didn't exactly think that she had lost her ability, but she was surprised in it of itself, that she was able to bounce back immediately and without hesitation, even though it had been forever since she last laid down some whop-ass. The adrenaline pumping through her was powerful. It felt good to back in action.
Artemis, Mulch, and the newly re-healed Root began to walk forward. They all stared down upon the body. He was a big man; muscularly powerful and very athletic. He seemed like a man who fought cops, and laughed in their faces. He was now killed, by, of all things, a girl. As they stared down at the body, a small thought popped into Mulch's head.
"After seeing how amazing well you kicked this guy's ass," Mulch proclaimed, "I feel pity for poor Apollo."
Artemis looked up at his wife. Both of them shot approving glances and shook their heads in a 'yes,' motion. Apollo had every reason to be frightened now. And he'd better be. Apollo was in some major trouble, indeed.
Well, that was another chapter. Short, I know, but it was originally just part of the last chapter that I had to cut off due to length. Anyways, as I'm finishing this chapter now, the stomach virus is gone. Court warming was okay, but it didn't last very long and due to my recent break up, I barley had anyone to dance with during the slow songs. But the next day made up for that in such a big and better way.
Why? Two words, Ozzy Osborne.
I got to see the prince of darkness, Live! The show was spectacular! Was it as great as Roger Waters?...no. but still, it was pretty damn fun, and not to mention every song was a head banging master piece. If you do have the means, I highly recommend seeing his show.
Once again, thank you all for reading. PLEASE REVIEW!