Things have to change
I introduce to you this short pointless bit of fic, I wrote it because I just wanted to and because I was bored in psychology! The ending of 'The Eternity Code' had me thinking, a very rare occurrence and I wrote this after reading it.
I don't own Artemis Fowl, Eoin Colfer does, I just own the thoughts!
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Her wings buzzed their tune behind her, they usually sounded so liberating and free but tonight they sounded as constricted as Holly's throat felt. The full moon shone brightly in the dark sky, the beauty of it would have seemed awe inspiring had it not been for the nights events. She touched down on the head of a particularly ugly stone gargoyle, on the rooftop of an old abandoned building. She unshielded regardless of her badge and threw off her helmet.
As she allowed her muscles to relax, Holly felt the ache in her body even more but it was the pain inside that hurt the most. After all the years Fowl had been a problem to the people he was now removed from the picture; and so she could imagine was she. Without Fowl, her job in LEPrecon looked uncertain, with no teenaged criminal mastermind to keep an eye on, what else was there for her to be there for? There was still the mild hope that the teenager had somehow managed to outfox the LEP as he had done it before. She sat down, drawing her knees into her body and resting her heavy head on them, her closed eyes rested directly on the kneecaps felt sore.
Any Mud Man who was around the dissolute ruins would see the fairy plain as day, a very potent embodiment of her surroundings. Even the wing rig, now by her side seemed to have given up, she had not sealed them and they rustled in the slight wind, the cruel fingers of the wind tugged violently at Holly's hair. She heard as Foaly tried to contact her but that was all it was; hearing - she did not listen or comprehend it.
When the few silent tears had fallen from her clenched eyes, Holly raised her head brushing away the last traces of the tears from her face. She looked across the horizon with a touch of her own pride returning - she stood up and sighed deeply. She was Holly Short and she still had a job to do.
I introduce to you this short pointless bit of fic, I wrote it because I just wanted to and because I was bored in psychology! The ending of 'The Eternity Code' had me thinking, a very rare occurrence and I wrote this after reading it.
I don't own Artemis Fowl, Eoin Colfer does, I just own the thoughts!
~*~*~
Her wings buzzed their tune behind her, they usually sounded so liberating and free but tonight they sounded as constricted as Holly's throat felt. The full moon shone brightly in the dark sky, the beauty of it would have seemed awe inspiring had it not been for the nights events. She touched down on the head of a particularly ugly stone gargoyle, on the rooftop of an old abandoned building. She unshielded regardless of her badge and threw off her helmet.
As she allowed her muscles to relax, Holly felt the ache in her body even more but it was the pain inside that hurt the most. After all the years Fowl had been a problem to the people he was now removed from the picture; and so she could imagine was she. Without Fowl, her job in LEPrecon looked uncertain, with no teenaged criminal mastermind to keep an eye on, what else was there for her to be there for? There was still the mild hope that the teenager had somehow managed to outfox the LEP as he had done it before. She sat down, drawing her knees into her body and resting her heavy head on them, her closed eyes rested directly on the kneecaps felt sore.
Any Mud Man who was around the dissolute ruins would see the fairy plain as day, a very potent embodiment of her surroundings. Even the wing rig, now by her side seemed to have given up, she had not sealed them and they rustled in the slight wind, the cruel fingers of the wind tugged violently at Holly's hair. She heard as Foaly tried to contact her but that was all it was; hearing - she did not listen or comprehend it.
When the few silent tears had fallen from her clenched eyes, Holly raised her head brushing away the last traces of the tears from her face. She looked across the horizon with a touch of her own pride returning - she stood up and sighed deeply. She was Holly Short and she still had a job to do.