AN: So, I was reading smut a while ago. Don't blame me. I was SO bored. To confirm, the cloaked guy IS Arty's little boy from the fut-oomph! *suddenly got stuffed in the mouth with cookies*

Disclaimer:

Me: I'm Eoin's kid that no one knows about.

Arty: Don't try that trick again.

Me: Fine. I don't own Arty. There. Happy?

Arty: Yeah.*eats cookies*

Me: My cookies! You took them? That's just mean.

Arty: And bravo! You sounded just like Opal.

Chapter Ten: Cloakies and Time Theories

Fowl Manor, The cloaked guy's POV

Bachendorf dropped his bomb bag. Such a dumb name, really. For a product that held so much conviction.

He grabbed the bomb and set to work. He was about to tie it down to one of the cars in Fowl's garage... when...

"Oh no, you don't."

Bachendorf threw his hands up in exasperation. He recognized that cold voice anywhere. Before Nettle could react, the cloaked figure lashed out with speed and grabbed the bomb from his hands. The cloaked guy hid it in his cloak.

"You have got to be kidding me!"

Bachendorf Nettle glared at the stupid cloaked kid. The little git had done everything to make sure all his assaults on Fowl failed. He had enough of the nuisance. Nettle glared with all his power.

"What do you want? Why are you protecting Fowl? Who are you?" He demanded."

"First, I wanted to save my father. Second, because he's my father. And third," The boy extended a hand, as if it were a formal greeting and not a death ceremony. "-the name is Thomas. Thomas Amadeus Fowl."

Bachendorf stared at Thomas is disbelief. How could the Mud Whelp have a son? A son who is four years older than himself? He shook his head unbelievably at the kid.

"Preposterous!" Bachendorf proclaimed. "You can't be Fowl's son! You're four years older!"

The boy's eyes twinkled with mischief. Bachendorf couldn't really see his face, since his hood blocked his face, but his eyes and mouth stood out. They were blue, as blue as the ocean and as cold as ice. They held a dangerous glint that made Nettle cringe a little.

Bachendorf could almost believe that this boy is Artemis's son.

"Oh, I may be four years older," Thomas said in a cold voice, "but I only looked like that because of a reason."

Realization dawned in Bachendorf's horrified face. "That can't be. You are human. Unless..."

"Unless what?"

"Unless you are...half-fairy," Bachendorf breathed. "Impossible. The Council wouldn't have allowed it."

The boy shrugged. "My parents never cared for what the Council said. And I'm pretty sure that what you are doing is even more illegal than cross-breeding."

Bachendorf scowled. "I don't care. And aren't you scared, boy? I'm about to kill you." He drew a gun and aimed it at the boy.

"I'm not scared. You should be the one terrified." Thomas Fowl's mouth turned into a smile. "I will stop you, Nettle."

The villain's scowl deepened. "You can't stop me. You're not even supposed to exist in this time." He poised his finger on the trigger. "So, if I kill you now, would you even exist in the future?"

Thomas smirked. "The question is, if someone is killed in the past, would he exist in the present? Simple Time theory, my friend. You should read Father's book." His smirk became more pronounced. "Oh, wait. You don't exist in the future."

The boy's cloak burst into shadows and he disappeared. Bachendorf had no idea on what had happened, but he knew that Thomas Amadeus Fowl could be a worse enemy than Artemis Fowl the Second.

The cafeteria, Lunch, Artemis's POV

Artemis fidgeted in his seat as he ate his sandwich. Which is strange considering Artemis Fowl the Second never fidgets.

But today is an exception. A lot of exciting things had happened in the first half of the day: They found information on Nettle, and Holly kissed him. Oh, and Trouble lost his breakfast, along with his dignity.

Yep. This is life.

Maybe we should clear things about Nettle. He's a pixie, who pretty much wanted world domination. Artemis wanted to go up to him and say, "Hey! World domination's an overused ambition for supernatural villains. Can you try something new? I'm getting bored here!"

Seriously? Artemis thought that Doofenshmirtz is a genius villain, since he was trying to take over the Tri-state area, and not the whole world. Wait, Artemis thought. That is a super weird thought.

Okay, back to Nettle. He's also rich and also a genius, though he highly doubted that. If Bachedorf is a genius, why didn't he check the Fowl Manor for cameras? What an idiot.

Then, there was the cloaked guy. Artemis had no idea who the guy was. Bachendorf didn't seem like a guy who would actually submit himself to henchman business. No, Nettle seemed like a guy who would have the cloaked man as henchman. It struck Artemis that Cloaky(Well, he needed a name for the cloaked man, right?) must have been angry at Nettle, causing him to turn against his boss. Artemis hoped that.

AN: So this chapter explained who "Cloaky" is. He's Artemis' son in the future. So Ru, yeah, you saw that coming. But there ARE other unexpected things, so be prepared to be blown.

There is also the "Time Theory", Artemis' book in the future. It's actually my theory, and I'll give you a little something, so that you may understand Thomas' existence.

Okay, here it goes:

When a thing is in the past, many futures are out there for the certain object. Let's say it's a boy.

He could be married in the future. He could be a priest. He could have died in the next day. So, we can say that all these futures coexisted with each other.

It's like an alternate universe. The possibilities are endless, and we could predict many futures for a person at once, but we know not of the real future.

Our futures are influenced by both past and present, so whatever happens in the present or past, has a certain outcome on the future.

So, if a boy died an untimely death, you know, an unexpected death, then all other futures would be erased. The boy's future is death. Of course, all of our futures had death written in caps, but I think you know what I mean.

So I can conclude: The future coexisted with the past, and the futures coexisted with other futures.

I'm pretty sure you didn't get a thing from my Time Theory, but hey. I'm just a kid, well an adolescent, so give me a break.

Peace out.