Disclamer: I do not own Artemis Fowl, so please don't sue.
Excavate
By FairyDragonShadow
Chapter 9 - Silora
'I can't believe it! I just can't!' Silora was reviewing
just how she had gotten caught. 'I was trained under the
Master, honorably chosen among ALL the other thieves, and
just HOW do I get caught? By some recruit BlueS-! Stupid,
stupid, and stupid!'
She huddled in the corner, replaying the scene...
Silora was walking. Well, more like being shoved around by
the mass of the city crowd, but still on her feet.
People were everywhere - taking up all the space on ground,
because there were no cars or any vehicle at that matter.
Just people.
This was the usual 'rush hour.' All these people had a
certain time limit to visit stores, buying goods, food, and
clothes. Of course, much of it were food, since without
food you cannot survive, and these people had very...uh...
less money.
Silora was a thief, so money wasn't her problem. She never
really 'stole.' Only taking the items from what seemed too
plenty, and then handing them out to the needy.
Wait a sec. That just sounded like Modern Robin Hood or
something.
Well, Silora had a bit of a price - maybe a night's
lodging, a short lesson or two about...well...simple things
let's say, or anything else that might come in handy of
living in this world.
Again, these shops were specially guarded by BlueS, incase
havoc broke out.
And havoc there had been.
A man around the age of forty was outraged at one of these
soldiers, throwing fists at him. Other followers started
throwing things, and the whole thing got out of control -
until reinforcements came and dragged all of the people
into a big van.
She knew where they were going. Prison.
'Geez, they should start making handbooks, titled: "100
Ways to Learn How to Cope with Your Surroundings (In
another words, how to kick BlueS butt)"'she thought.
And suddenly, she noticed there was a new store, settled on
the square, in the center of the busy bazaar. It was of the
stupidest thing Silora had heard of - jewelry.
'Who would buy all those rubbish when families can't even
afford new shoes?' she thought in disgust.
But the sparkling gems and glittering gold always had some
magic on them, as if to pull a person in, coaxing them to
buy one of these fantastic ornaments.
And so, the shop was packed.
When the young female burglar walked in, everyone was
admirably staring at the cases, filled with rows and rows
of gold, silver, jade, rubies, saphires, diamonds, and such
minerals and substances.
Only a few were at the counter, actually serious about
buying one of these rare items. And even so, all the
customers bought (if they even did) were the most cheapest
ones at the store.
Some woman, obviously addicted to these things, spent more
than half of all their savings on one necklace. Pretty,
yes, but costly. And that woman had recieved very angry
shouts from her spouse.
'I can do with these...' Silora thought, and with no one
looking, she silently slipped earrings in her pouch - one
which she carried at all times. You never know when you
need to sneak something in...
Several times, when the owners and clerks weren't watching,
she took more of the expensive items - and sometimes
narrowly getting caught.
She knew it was wrong, but how these 'over' people treated
the normal civilians was much more wrong than this.
whenever they went to court, the 'over' people always won.
The 'over' people had more decent beds, breakfast, and
could actually find another job than a BlueSoldier.
When her pouch was weighing down with some weight, Silora
strode as casually as she could down to the entrance. Now
hopefully, they hadn't put one of those new security alarm
things up...
BLEE!!!
BLEE!!!
BLEE!!!
She guessed they had.
There was one thing to do, and she did it.
She fled.
Gone in an blink of an eye, she whipped through the
dispersing crowd, now that most of the time was over, and
ran down an alley, hoping it wasn't a dead end.
Thankfully, it wasn't.
Sharply turning, she kept on running, focusing both ears to
hear if the BlueS had caught up to her.
Unthankfully, they were.
The slaps of their boots were unmistakable. It had rained
last night, and there were puddles everywhere. It wasn't
hard to keep track of how far behind or close they were.
Her pigtails flew out behind her, a ribbon of black, and
Silora's bright, green eyes were full of concentration.
Turning here and there, she kept open ears, hoping they had
lost sight of her.
One BlueS, it was easy to take care of.
A whole squad? No. Impossible.
Running still, her thin, but well-trained legs kept her
going.
Another alley. She instinctively turned into this one. But
that was a mistake.
A big mistake.
It was the horrible dead end.
The stone walls rose high above her head, taller and yet
taller. And the rain from last night - it made the stones
seem sleeker, more slippery.
Silora heard shouting, and the gruff voices told her it was
the soldiers. They had not missed her an inch. They knew
she was down this alley. They knew she had no where to
escape.
Soon, it became clear to her, that this was the first time
she had ever been in this situation. Always, she slipped
away, always before her predator caught her. But her luck
had run out. She was stuck, with nowhere to go, no where to
run.
Trapped.
'Humph. And the questioning! Idiotic, I tell you! Well, at
least getting out's easy.' Silora told herself. 'Pick the
lock - they're rusty anyway - jarr the door open, and make
a run for it! That simple! But hey, did you notice the big,
grumpy guard? And his shotgun? I'm sure those will leave
big scars to show your grand children!' She glanced over at
the guard. He was awake (I know that most guards sleep, but
because of that, this guard's awake!), and looking alert.
Even though he wasn't staring at Silora all the time, he
still was an uncomfortable person. 'Dispatching him will be
easy. But I have to knock him out before he sees me picking
the lock...'
Smiling, she reached out to one of her pigtails. Taking out
a pin-like object, she grinned wider. 'My little picking
tool. Now for the little one...'
Her pigtails' scrunchies were quite dull, but detailed.
Both had few bead-like things on them, Dark Blue, matching
the blu-ish color of the scrunchies. But Silora plucked one
of these out, blew on it several times, and carefully threw
it at the shuffling guard.
As soon as it touched the ground, it exploded soundlessly,
and smoke began to weave through the soldier, and when it
reached his hat, he stumbled, and collapsed with a 'umph'.
Silora went rest with the business, escaping successfully.
"Bye-bye! Hope you have a nice little sleep!" She said out
loud to the BlueSoldier, and ran, her boots making almost
no sound on the cold, cement ground.
A/N: See? See? I told you! I updated sooner!
Yay!
I'm really sorry that this chapter told nothing about
Artemis OR Captain Short, but I just thought I'd tell you
a bit about her first. You know, get to know her character.
Sorry again if you don't like her and I didn't make any
progress at ALL in the story...
Okay, Kate, sorry, but here's my answer to the 'Holly over
the wall problem:
*IF* you had paid attention more to the second chapter,
The BlueS had shot the 'mechanical wings,' and in the book,
it said 'once the fairies even had wings of thier own to
help them fly' or something like that. AND, if they COULD
use their magic to fly, who would need the 'mechanical
wings' in the first place? I mean, it's like trying to
build a talking machine, even if we could talk all properly.
::sighs::
But...you people... you're all too good. I mean, Artemis
hasn't been his character - but maybe that's the answer to
the lack of being in front of a computer or something...
And all that explaining...a bit too much? I really dunno...
But I'm so happy that you people left a review!
4/18/02
Excavate
By FairyDragonShadow
Chapter 9 - Silora
'I can't believe it! I just can't!' Silora was reviewing
just how she had gotten caught. 'I was trained under the
Master, honorably chosen among ALL the other thieves, and
just HOW do I get caught? By some recruit BlueS-! Stupid,
stupid, and stupid!'
She huddled in the corner, replaying the scene...
Silora was walking. Well, more like being shoved around by
the mass of the city crowd, but still on her feet.
People were everywhere - taking up all the space on ground,
because there were no cars or any vehicle at that matter.
Just people.
This was the usual 'rush hour.' All these people had a
certain time limit to visit stores, buying goods, food, and
clothes. Of course, much of it were food, since without
food you cannot survive, and these people had very...uh...
less money.
Silora was a thief, so money wasn't her problem. She never
really 'stole.' Only taking the items from what seemed too
plenty, and then handing them out to the needy.
Wait a sec. That just sounded like Modern Robin Hood or
something.
Well, Silora had a bit of a price - maybe a night's
lodging, a short lesson or two about...well...simple things
let's say, or anything else that might come in handy of
living in this world.
Again, these shops were specially guarded by BlueS, incase
havoc broke out.
And havoc there had been.
A man around the age of forty was outraged at one of these
soldiers, throwing fists at him. Other followers started
throwing things, and the whole thing got out of control -
until reinforcements came and dragged all of the people
into a big van.
She knew where they were going. Prison.
'Geez, they should start making handbooks, titled: "100
Ways to Learn How to Cope with Your Surroundings (In
another words, how to kick BlueS butt)"'she thought.
And suddenly, she noticed there was a new store, settled on
the square, in the center of the busy bazaar. It was of the
stupidest thing Silora had heard of - jewelry.
'Who would buy all those rubbish when families can't even
afford new shoes?' she thought in disgust.
But the sparkling gems and glittering gold always had some
magic on them, as if to pull a person in, coaxing them to
buy one of these fantastic ornaments.
And so, the shop was packed.
When the young female burglar walked in, everyone was
admirably staring at the cases, filled with rows and rows
of gold, silver, jade, rubies, saphires, diamonds, and such
minerals and substances.
Only a few were at the counter, actually serious about
buying one of these rare items. And even so, all the
customers bought (if they even did) were the most cheapest
ones at the store.
Some woman, obviously addicted to these things, spent more
than half of all their savings on one necklace. Pretty,
yes, but costly. And that woman had recieved very angry
shouts from her spouse.
'I can do with these...' Silora thought, and with no one
looking, she silently slipped earrings in her pouch - one
which she carried at all times. You never know when you
need to sneak something in...
Several times, when the owners and clerks weren't watching,
she took more of the expensive items - and sometimes
narrowly getting caught.
She knew it was wrong, but how these 'over' people treated
the normal civilians was much more wrong than this.
whenever they went to court, the 'over' people always won.
The 'over' people had more decent beds, breakfast, and
could actually find another job than a BlueSoldier.
When her pouch was weighing down with some weight, Silora
strode as casually as she could down to the entrance. Now
hopefully, they hadn't put one of those new security alarm
things up...
BLEE!!!
BLEE!!!
BLEE!!!
She guessed they had.
There was one thing to do, and she did it.
She fled.
Gone in an blink of an eye, she whipped through the
dispersing crowd, now that most of the time was over, and
ran down an alley, hoping it wasn't a dead end.
Thankfully, it wasn't.
Sharply turning, she kept on running, focusing both ears to
hear if the BlueS had caught up to her.
Unthankfully, they were.
The slaps of their boots were unmistakable. It had rained
last night, and there were puddles everywhere. It wasn't
hard to keep track of how far behind or close they were.
Her pigtails flew out behind her, a ribbon of black, and
Silora's bright, green eyes were full of concentration.
Turning here and there, she kept open ears, hoping they had
lost sight of her.
One BlueS, it was easy to take care of.
A whole squad? No. Impossible.
Running still, her thin, but well-trained legs kept her
going.
Another alley. She instinctively turned into this one. But
that was a mistake.
A big mistake.
It was the horrible dead end.
The stone walls rose high above her head, taller and yet
taller. And the rain from last night - it made the stones
seem sleeker, more slippery.
Silora heard shouting, and the gruff voices told her it was
the soldiers. They had not missed her an inch. They knew
she was down this alley. They knew she had no where to
escape.
Soon, it became clear to her, that this was the first time
she had ever been in this situation. Always, she slipped
away, always before her predator caught her. But her luck
had run out. She was stuck, with nowhere to go, no where to
run.
Trapped.
'Humph. And the questioning! Idiotic, I tell you! Well, at
least getting out's easy.' Silora told herself. 'Pick the
lock - they're rusty anyway - jarr the door open, and make
a run for it! That simple! But hey, did you notice the big,
grumpy guard? And his shotgun? I'm sure those will leave
big scars to show your grand children!' She glanced over at
the guard. He was awake (I know that most guards sleep, but
because of that, this guard's awake!), and looking alert.
Even though he wasn't staring at Silora all the time, he
still was an uncomfortable person. 'Dispatching him will be
easy. But I have to knock him out before he sees me picking
the lock...'
Smiling, she reached out to one of her pigtails. Taking out
a pin-like object, she grinned wider. 'My little picking
tool. Now for the little one...'
Her pigtails' scrunchies were quite dull, but detailed.
Both had few bead-like things on them, Dark Blue, matching
the blu-ish color of the scrunchies. But Silora plucked one
of these out, blew on it several times, and carefully threw
it at the shuffling guard.
As soon as it touched the ground, it exploded soundlessly,
and smoke began to weave through the soldier, and when it
reached his hat, he stumbled, and collapsed with a 'umph'.
Silora went rest with the business, escaping successfully.
"Bye-bye! Hope you have a nice little sleep!" She said out
loud to the BlueSoldier, and ran, her boots making almost
no sound on the cold, cement ground.
A/N: See? See? I told you! I updated sooner!
Yay!
I'm really sorry that this chapter told nothing about
Artemis OR Captain Short, but I just thought I'd tell you
a bit about her first. You know, get to know her character.
Sorry again if you don't like her and I didn't make any
progress at ALL in the story...
Okay, Kate, sorry, but here's my answer to the 'Holly over
the wall problem:
*IF* you had paid attention more to the second chapter,
The BlueS had shot the 'mechanical wings,' and in the book,
it said 'once the fairies even had wings of thier own to
help them fly' or something like that. AND, if they COULD
use their magic to fly, who would need the 'mechanical
wings' in the first place? I mean, it's like trying to
build a talking machine, even if we could talk all properly.
::sighs::
But...you people... you're all too good. I mean, Artemis
hasn't been his character - but maybe that's the answer to
the lack of being in front of a computer or something...
And all that explaining...a bit too much? I really dunno...
But I'm so happy that you people left a review!
4/18/02