Okay, sorry guys. This is not the chapter that I promised you. You see, I got a suggestion from an anonymous review, (Thank you said Anonymous reviewer, whoever you are), suggesting that I put a chapter where Trouble is thinking of his hatred for Holly. So, I decided to write this. Not bad for half an hours work, if I do say so myself.

Trouble sat there, growling and snarling to himself under his breath. He had agreed to come and sit out and wait for the mudboy to come back, but he had not agreed to like it.

He didn't really like the boy, he was just too cocky and, well, evil. He had set his mud mountain on him, and he, Trouble Kelp; CAPTAIN TROUBLE KELP, at the time, was the first one out of the action. So, you see, he had a good reason to hate him. Well, he decided to distract his mind. He focused on the girl who used to be his friend, Holly Short.

Only, she hadn't been his friend. Not really. Well, Holly Short had been, but she wasn't Holly Short. She was Disasteress Rage Gunner, pure flame, thought of as a Goddess by a small branch of Gunners, and the terror of the Lower Elements. She had killed his father. He remembered that day clearly.

*flashback* Leona, aka Trouble, Kelp sat in the Kitchen, finishing some last minute homework. His mother was cooking dinner, and Grub was playing on the floor in the other room. He was playing with some of Trouble's action figures. Trouble wanted to get up and throttle the kid, but his Mother had told him that now that he was about to enter into the academy he did not play with those toys anymore, and that he was not getting up from that table until his homework was done.

There was a knock on the door. Shooting her son a *move and you are dead* look, Mrs. Kelp went to answer it. She opened the door, and gasped.

"Major Root, Major Short, what's going on? Where's Jakey?"

Trouble got to his feet and ran over. Major Root took in a deep breath.

"Well, Mrs. Kelp, you know how we were placed on Traffic due to misbehavior.

"Yes. Oh dear, did my Jakey get hit by a car?

"No ma'am. We were out in the open, swarmed by angry fairies," piped up Major Andrew Short.

"And then," continued Root. "A Gunner appeared in front of him, unshielded, and stabbed him in the chest, relishing the blood flow. He said something to it, and it looked angry, but continued; before pulling the blade out, and running."

Mrs. Kelp screamed her heart out, collapsing to her knees. "No, my Jakey. Not my little Jakey."

Grub ran up, shocked. "Wha- What happened to Daddy?" he blubbered.

"He was killed, you doofus," said a miserable Trouble. "He was stabbed in the chest with a silver blade, by some son of a bitch Gunner whelp."

"You're wrong," said Major Root. "It wasn't a son of a bitch Gunner whelp. It was a bitch daughter of a Gunner, Gunner whelp. It was a girl that killed him. She couldn't be that much older than you, Trouble, and she relished the blood. She stabbed him with a silver blade, there was nothing that we could do about it. But if we ever get the Gunners, she won't be hard to find. Not with that bright, shiny auburn hair."

"I'll get her someday," swore Trouble. "I'll get even with her if it's the last thing I do."

*end flashback*

But what Trouble hadn't anticipated was that girl to show up later, being attacked by Gunners herself. He had seen the Gunners, and had thought that they were after his mother. He followed them, and found them entering into the room of a sleeping girl.

He had helped her; he had actually helped her. He had taken out two gunners with his stunner, and before they could kill him, the remaining five were killed by the girl. Her brother had come in and thanked him, telling him that he was Richard, and that the girl he had saved was Holly, his sister. He left quickly, not wanting to be interrogated by the police as to why he was carrying a gun around in the hospital. He had seen her later in school, befriended her in work, and went on a date with her. Through all that time, he had had not idea who she really was.

He really should thank that Artemis Fowl boy for handing her in to the police. But he couldn't. Disasteress Rage's magic had been stripped from her, and she had been transported to the special cell. Or, at least, that was the plan. The GESF had been intercepted by some unknown force. All of Haven power was shut down for two days. It had taken him at least one day for him to figure out that she was gone. They had found the GESF lying in and around the vehicle. Disasteress Rage was missing from the back, and her locks had been picked. Most people were sure that the Gunners had claimed her back.

Not Trouble. He knew that it would take at least fifteen Gunners to take down a GESF force that was that big. No, it had to have been the mud mountain. He glared off in the direction that the man had taken. And the mud boy, only he could have thought up a plan to get his friend out like that. Oh, and Foaly was in on it. He had claimed that due to a lack of budget, he could not read the screens on the LEP suits to find out who had been in them. Trouble knew, he always knew.

Well, one thing consoled him. Disasteress Rage had gone insane from lack of magic. Even if the demon warlocks were helping, there was no way that she was ever getting her magic back, even if she did wake up. And if she did, he would find her. And he would tear her down, just as he had promised.

He was interrupted from his musing by a loud crash. "Dammit," he growled. "What the hell has that mud mountain got himself into now."

Okay guys, if this confused you, read the Author's note. This hints as stuff that happens in the next chapter. I hope you liked it. Again, review and I will update my next chapter quicker.

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