A/N I'm really not sure about this chapter. I might do it again.any way
just tell me what you think.
Dis. I don't own anything!
Chapter nineteen ~ Pulling the Trigger.
The impact as the car hit the road across from the hotel was enough to force the boot open and Artemis managed to wriggle out. He was injured but not to such an extent that he couldn't move. There was a pain in his leg, and it was gradually getting sharper and sharper. Once out the boot he managed to get the rope off his hands and stumble across the street towards the hotel. The entire third floor was gone and it was burning with alarming speed. He could hear the noise of distant fire engines, but the smoke nearly blinded him.
Koboi was lay on the floor, a gentle chest movement was the only sign she was still alive, she was bleeding freely from a head wound, but there were tiny sparks emitting from it, she was healing herself. Towers was lying unconscious on the floor and next to him was his gun. Artemis bent down and picked it up. He aimed it at Towers heart, his finger resting on the trigger. And there he stood, unable to move. Could he really shoot some one unable to defend himself? Unconscious? Could he live with himself after wards? The noise of the fire engines was getting louder, and people were beginning to enter the street and look up at the burning hotel in disbelief. Artemis had so far remained unnoticed, tucked away in the little alley beside the hotel.
The thoughts flashed to his father, lying on the riverside as the police had pulled him out. Had Towers given him a chance to defend himself? Had Artemis Fowl Senior died fighting? Artemis scorned the idea, as if Towers had ever been fair in his life. But still he could not make himself squeeze the trigger. Still he stood over Towers with the gun poised in his hand, ready to shoot. But the shot did not come. It was then his thoughts went to Butler, lying unconscious with Lars ready to kill him. Holly, dead, more then likely by the gleeful tone of Koboi's voice. Tamarisk, possibly had blown up with Tower's men in the hotel suite. And then there was Emma, Emma who had asked Fowl to kill her own father because he made her life such a misery. It was at these thoughts that he made up his mind. He couldn't kill Towers for his father, but he could kill him for Butler, Holly and the others.
He pulled the trigger and the shot echoed around the alley, Towers moved slightly as the bullet pierced his skin, and then lay flat on the ground, life ebbing away from him.
Artemis pulled Koboi into the bushes, if she was found it might lead to the discovery of the Lower Elements. He threw the gun into the burning building just as the fire crews arrived.
Before leaving the scene he returned to the over turned car and pulled the brief case out of the front, the brief case that held the four million.
With a grim smile Artemis whispered, "I win Towers, I win."
Dis. I don't own anything!
Chapter nineteen ~ Pulling the Trigger.
The impact as the car hit the road across from the hotel was enough to force the boot open and Artemis managed to wriggle out. He was injured but not to such an extent that he couldn't move. There was a pain in his leg, and it was gradually getting sharper and sharper. Once out the boot he managed to get the rope off his hands and stumble across the street towards the hotel. The entire third floor was gone and it was burning with alarming speed. He could hear the noise of distant fire engines, but the smoke nearly blinded him.
Koboi was lay on the floor, a gentle chest movement was the only sign she was still alive, she was bleeding freely from a head wound, but there were tiny sparks emitting from it, she was healing herself. Towers was lying unconscious on the floor and next to him was his gun. Artemis bent down and picked it up. He aimed it at Towers heart, his finger resting on the trigger. And there he stood, unable to move. Could he really shoot some one unable to defend himself? Unconscious? Could he live with himself after wards? The noise of the fire engines was getting louder, and people were beginning to enter the street and look up at the burning hotel in disbelief. Artemis had so far remained unnoticed, tucked away in the little alley beside the hotel.
The thoughts flashed to his father, lying on the riverside as the police had pulled him out. Had Towers given him a chance to defend himself? Had Artemis Fowl Senior died fighting? Artemis scorned the idea, as if Towers had ever been fair in his life. But still he could not make himself squeeze the trigger. Still he stood over Towers with the gun poised in his hand, ready to shoot. But the shot did not come. It was then his thoughts went to Butler, lying unconscious with Lars ready to kill him. Holly, dead, more then likely by the gleeful tone of Koboi's voice. Tamarisk, possibly had blown up with Tower's men in the hotel suite. And then there was Emma, Emma who had asked Fowl to kill her own father because he made her life such a misery. It was at these thoughts that he made up his mind. He couldn't kill Towers for his father, but he could kill him for Butler, Holly and the others.
He pulled the trigger and the shot echoed around the alley, Towers moved slightly as the bullet pierced his skin, and then lay flat on the ground, life ebbing away from him.
Artemis pulled Koboi into the bushes, if she was found it might lead to the discovery of the Lower Elements. He threw the gun into the burning building just as the fire crews arrived.
Before leaving the scene he returned to the over turned car and pulled the brief case out of the front, the brief case that held the four million.
With a grim smile Artemis whispered, "I win Towers, I win."