Escapes:
Disclaimer: I LOVE Artemis Fowl, so I must set him free. ^__*!!! Just kidding. I don't own him, even if I wanted to.
Oh, guys, I love you! (except for Sherry, whom I know personally, and will give a proper thrashing.) You guys are great for reviewing me! Thanks for all the patience, I don't think you'll like this chapter though.. This explains why his father has been so completely evil, and I'm sorry to all you people who don't like this.
I'm sorry for the people who think this Artemis is out of character, but it's the best I can do.
So this is entitled:
Explanations:
Fowl Mansion:
Artemis' eyes flew open. He refused to groan, to have the people at the cameras take pity on him. Then, he realized that he wasn't there at all. He wasn't in the white room. Joy flooded through him like a giant wave of relief, and he stood up to inspect his surroundings more carefully. The ceiling spun in his eyes, and he dazedly lurched and threw up in a conveniently placed bin.
Feeling decidedly worse, but at least not throwing up, he took a look at his surroundings, and almost groaned at the irony. Last year, Commander Short was a prisoner in Fowl mansion because of Artemis, now, Artemis was a prisoner in the same room, because of fairies. Well, perhaps not completely because of fairies, but still.
He gave a few experimental pounds on the door. No answer. Well, at least that had been what he had predicted. Where was Butler? What was Artemis paying him for anyway? Artemis sighed as he contemplated several ideas, all of them requiring a teen of normal physical strength. Being in front of his beloved computer for so many years had reduced chances of a buff physique, so those plans would never work.
"Father!" he called impatiently, banging on the door again. "Father!" Within minutes, footsteps sounded outside in the corridors, and the door opened. "How did you know it was I who was dastardly enough to do this deed?" his father managed sarcastically. Artemis yawned. "Spare me your antics, Butler Senior. You drowned my father, didn't you." It was more of a statement than a question. The elder Butler sighed, his true form identified, but not dejectedly. "You always were a smart one, Arty." The nickname held contempt and scorn.
"You could never understand being born to a world of politics, Artemis. It is more intriguing than anything you could have ever dreamed. Your father was only one of many men drawn in to criminal activity. He was a good man, but he was hard-hearted." the older man began, before Artemis interrupted him, his eyebrows raised and disdainful.
"Save your speech for others. The other body was the extra, wasn't it?" Artemis questioned him, his eyes bright and hard. The elder made feeble noises, his bloodshot eyes flashing with annoyance. Finally he replied to Artemis' persistent questioning. Artemis sat, his back to the door, listening intently, completely absorbed by the older man and his wide gestures, stopping him once in a while by injecting a sarcastic comment.
He was so absolutely attentive, that he never realized someone had put a gun barrel to his head until they kicked him right off the bed, onto the floor. The older manservant stood over him and sneered at him. "You thought you would get away with all that information. Wrong, for the first time, eh, Arty?" The dirty rag that was shoved over his mouth, until he breathed in fumes that sent him to a drugged sleep, muffled Artemis' response. His last conscious and sensible thought was "This isn't even silk!"
Operations Booth:
It was getting to be an incredibly busy day, thought Foaly. First, Fowl was kidnapped from the LEP and, though they certainly didn't want him back, Root was genuinely worried about him, as much as he wouldn't admit it, and he himself had been drugged, and woken up, and Root had discovered his hidden corner, full of pictures of Opal Koboi, and magazine ads advertising "the pixie with the golden touch".
Strangely enough, the best and worst part of the day was just then, when a 18-inch pixie flew at his throat and began choking him. The best part was that it was Opal Koboi. The worst was that he suspected that when he died, or she ran out of energy, she would see his photos of her, all of which the commander was still sorting through, while watching them like it was a movie, complete with popcorn, nearly the only thing that the commander considered useful that was made by Mud Men. He sincerely hoped that she would only tear them, and not burn them.
His oxygen starting to become dangerously scarce, he choked out a "Julius." The commander looked up from a picture of an Opal in a nightgown that Foaly had waited all night to snap a picture of. "Oh, Foaly, what? You're only being choked to death, that's hardly a reason to call for me." His eyes glazed, he went back to poring over all the fascinating pictures of Opal.
Suddenly, the fact that Foaly was being murdered seemed to sink in, and he rushed to.. Help Opal? "Julius! You're supposed to SAVE me, not KILL me!" snapped an extremely indignant centaur, who seemed to have forgotten all about his lack of oxygen. Root sighed. "I'm trying to make it even." He explained calmly. "I'm sure you can't hold yourself against an eighteen inch PIXIE who hasn't eaten well in months!" "Oh," said Foaly, for once at a loss for words.
Annoyed, he quickly removed the straining hands from his throat pipe and tossed her in the corner. Opal screamed in dismay, and launched again. And again. And again. Every time bore the same results. Finally, she retreated to a corner, and sat there, sulking.
Root sighed heavily. This was just not his day. "Look," he said. "Foaly has a plan, and we'll need you, Koboi. Help us, and we'll let you attempt to kill Foaly, with the weapon of your choice." A queer gleam shot into her eyes. "ANY weapon?" she asked, deceptively calm. Root sighed.
"Yes." He said. "Any weapon."
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Disclaimer: I LOVE Artemis Fowl, so I must set him free. ^__*!!! Just kidding. I don't own him, even if I wanted to.
Oh, guys, I love you! (except for Sherry, whom I know personally, and will give a proper thrashing.) You guys are great for reviewing me! Thanks for all the patience, I don't think you'll like this chapter though.. This explains why his father has been so completely evil, and I'm sorry to all you people who don't like this.
I'm sorry for the people who think this Artemis is out of character, but it's the best I can do.
So this is entitled:
Explanations:
Fowl Mansion:
Artemis' eyes flew open. He refused to groan, to have the people at the cameras take pity on him. Then, he realized that he wasn't there at all. He wasn't in the white room. Joy flooded through him like a giant wave of relief, and he stood up to inspect his surroundings more carefully. The ceiling spun in his eyes, and he dazedly lurched and threw up in a conveniently placed bin.
Feeling decidedly worse, but at least not throwing up, he took a look at his surroundings, and almost groaned at the irony. Last year, Commander Short was a prisoner in Fowl mansion because of Artemis, now, Artemis was a prisoner in the same room, because of fairies. Well, perhaps not completely because of fairies, but still.
He gave a few experimental pounds on the door. No answer. Well, at least that had been what he had predicted. Where was Butler? What was Artemis paying him for anyway? Artemis sighed as he contemplated several ideas, all of them requiring a teen of normal physical strength. Being in front of his beloved computer for so many years had reduced chances of a buff physique, so those plans would never work.
"Father!" he called impatiently, banging on the door again. "Father!" Within minutes, footsteps sounded outside in the corridors, and the door opened. "How did you know it was I who was dastardly enough to do this deed?" his father managed sarcastically. Artemis yawned. "Spare me your antics, Butler Senior. You drowned my father, didn't you." It was more of a statement than a question. The elder Butler sighed, his true form identified, but not dejectedly. "You always were a smart one, Arty." The nickname held contempt and scorn.
"You could never understand being born to a world of politics, Artemis. It is more intriguing than anything you could have ever dreamed. Your father was only one of many men drawn in to criminal activity. He was a good man, but he was hard-hearted." the older man began, before Artemis interrupted him, his eyebrows raised and disdainful.
"Save your speech for others. The other body was the extra, wasn't it?" Artemis questioned him, his eyes bright and hard. The elder made feeble noises, his bloodshot eyes flashing with annoyance. Finally he replied to Artemis' persistent questioning. Artemis sat, his back to the door, listening intently, completely absorbed by the older man and his wide gestures, stopping him once in a while by injecting a sarcastic comment.
He was so absolutely attentive, that he never realized someone had put a gun barrel to his head until they kicked him right off the bed, onto the floor. The older manservant stood over him and sneered at him. "You thought you would get away with all that information. Wrong, for the first time, eh, Arty?" The dirty rag that was shoved over his mouth, until he breathed in fumes that sent him to a drugged sleep, muffled Artemis' response. His last conscious and sensible thought was "This isn't even silk!"
Operations Booth:
It was getting to be an incredibly busy day, thought Foaly. First, Fowl was kidnapped from the LEP and, though they certainly didn't want him back, Root was genuinely worried about him, as much as he wouldn't admit it, and he himself had been drugged, and woken up, and Root had discovered his hidden corner, full of pictures of Opal Koboi, and magazine ads advertising "the pixie with the golden touch".
Strangely enough, the best and worst part of the day was just then, when a 18-inch pixie flew at his throat and began choking him. The best part was that it was Opal Koboi. The worst was that he suspected that when he died, or she ran out of energy, she would see his photos of her, all of which the commander was still sorting through, while watching them like it was a movie, complete with popcorn, nearly the only thing that the commander considered useful that was made by Mud Men. He sincerely hoped that she would only tear them, and not burn them.
His oxygen starting to become dangerously scarce, he choked out a "Julius." The commander looked up from a picture of an Opal in a nightgown that Foaly had waited all night to snap a picture of. "Oh, Foaly, what? You're only being choked to death, that's hardly a reason to call for me." His eyes glazed, he went back to poring over all the fascinating pictures of Opal.
Suddenly, the fact that Foaly was being murdered seemed to sink in, and he rushed to.. Help Opal? "Julius! You're supposed to SAVE me, not KILL me!" snapped an extremely indignant centaur, who seemed to have forgotten all about his lack of oxygen. Root sighed. "I'm trying to make it even." He explained calmly. "I'm sure you can't hold yourself against an eighteen inch PIXIE who hasn't eaten well in months!" "Oh," said Foaly, for once at a loss for words.
Annoyed, he quickly removed the straining hands from his throat pipe and tossed her in the corner. Opal screamed in dismay, and launched again. And again. And again. Every time bore the same results. Finally, she retreated to a corner, and sat there, sulking.
Root sighed heavily. This was just not his day. "Look," he said. "Foaly has a plan, and we'll need you, Koboi. Help us, and we'll let you attempt to kill Foaly, with the weapon of your choice." A queer gleam shot into her eyes. "ANY weapon?" she asked, deceptively calm. Root sighed.
"Yes." He said. "Any weapon."
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