This takes place after the Artic Incident. Okay, since my other story was
taken off because Linkin Park (I forgot about the rule!) was in it, but I
liked the vampires in the story, so I changed a lot around, and now, the
vampires have a score to settle with Artemis, but why? Okay, I don't own
Artemis Fowl but I do own the vampire group, War Heroes! Mine!
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Artemis snuck down the carpeted hallway as Butler set up the explosives outside. 'Butler better get in here fast before something tries to attack me,' Artemis thought as he peeked around a corner. If Butler didn't, Artemis's little game would be over. He pulled out an automatic pistol, checked the ammo (seven bullets left) and crept into the dimly lit bedroom. There were noises coming from the bed. Artemis was suddenly disgusted. 'Oh, God, why now? Nasty.' He slid along the wall and quietly snuck into another hallway. At the end of this hallway, there was only one door, a door to the safe. Artemis holstered his pistol and walked up to the door, pulling out a couple of picklocks. Getting ready to pick the lock he suddenly knew he had done something wrong. He hadn't shut the bedroom door. And where the door once was, there was a fat man in a red silk robe, with a double-barreled shotgun in his chubby, shaking hands. Artemis couldn't run. He was like a deer in a car's headlights. There was no way his brain could get him out of this one. Artemis suddenly wanted Butler, but he knew Butler wouldn't get to him in time. All he could do was stare at the two barrels that looked like the Infinity sign he had seen a couple of Americans wearing once. The man's chubby finger pulled the trigger. Artemis saw the two barrels spit fire, and then saw nothing more. 'God damn it, Butler!'
In the darkness, something flashed before his eyes. They were words. The red flashing words said GAME OVER!
Artemis peeled off the goggles and turned to the videogame creator. Butler was still in his chair, in the gaming world. The American creator flew from his chair and said, "So, how was it?"
"You call that a game for kids? I knew what that fat guy was doing with the lady."
The creator blushed and Butler pulled off his goggles and smiled widely. "I've gone to the second level, and my partner died! I took my pistol and shot that fat guy dead. That is what you should have done, Artemis, you should have shot him. You would have been in an army base with me, killing generals. I'd like to buy this game, Freddie." Then, Butler took a couple of hundred-dollar bills and placed it into the grinning American's hands. "Maybe more than one because Artemis keeps slowing me down."
The American laughed and went off to get his equipment. "You know that stuff rots your brains," Artemis said smiling. Ever since his father was found, he noticed Artemis did that more often. "So, is that going to be my Christmas present, or is it going to be yours?"
"I think it'll will be good practice for you. Maybe you'll learn a few things to save your life when something bad happens and I am not with you. The A.I. system is really good and it guesses what you'll do next. Also, I could use a little more practice without having the newspaper headlines about people turning up dead. Technology has come a long was from the game Pong."
Freddie came in with two large boxes. Butler thanked his old friend and they left into the night. The two were walking up the street when a long, black limousine pulled off the full road and parked next to the duo. The window rolled down and the face of David Webber, their young new driver, came into view. Behind him, there was a pale girl with startling green eyes, eyes that bore themselves into Artemis. Butler leaned close to David's happy face and whispered so low that Artemis had to strain to hear. "I thought I told you not to pick up any more hitchhikers!"
"She looked lonely all by her little self. I had to take her!" David replied in an even lower voice.
"Whatever, just never do it again or you'll be out the door. They could be spies, or maybe assassins!" Artemis looked at the girl, who was now looking at the passing cars with indifference. She sure doesn't look like an assassin. She looks more like the type that cut their own wrists. She looks like a blade runner for sure. She was pale, and there actually were cuts on her wrist, at least ten by the look of it. For some reason, he could see her with blood in her dark hair, and crying. Not crying, bleeding through the eyes, bleeding tears like vampires. Once that thought had come, he couldn't push it out. There was blood in the bandages around her mouth that hid her fangs.
"Merry Christmas!" Butler said after he stopped jabbering with David. "I got you a limo and we are going to a five-star restaurant for dinner. Then your dad wants to see you at the hotel."
"Thank you, Butler, Merry Christmas to you, too." Artemis pulled out a switchblade. "It was made here in America, but it was sent to Tokyo and engraved. I thought you might like it because you trained in Japan." Butler thanked Artemis and pulled the door open for him. Artemis slid on the leather seats and pulled out an iced tea. Yum, apple flavored Snapple. Butler barely could fit through the door but squished in and had to slouch so his shaven head wouldn't touch the top of the limo. Through the whole fifteen minutes, Artemis didn't notice the girl staring at him through the rearview mirror. The limo pulled up to the glitzy restaurant and Butler opened the door and got out, hitting his head as he did so, and held the door open. Artemis got out, tipped David handsomely and went in the glass double doors, with Butler behind him, eyeing everyone with suspicion. David kissed the money and started down the road again. About half a mile away from the restaurant, he noticed something. The pale girl was gone. She had gotten out at the restaurant and David was too engrossed with the money to notice. 'Oh, well. She was too young for me anyways,' he thought and counted the money again, smiling. All of the sudden, what Butler had said to him earlier popped into his head. 'Maybe she was planning to kill Artemis! But she couldn't have known that I was Artemis's driver. Or had she known?' Then, the girl was in his head, blood dripping from her hair, and crying bloody tears. He shuddered. 'Vampires? Hah that's a laugh. They are just about as real as fairies and leprechauns, which they aren't real. So, then why am I so worried?'
Half a mile away, but at the restaurant, the girl opened the glassy double- doors and looked for Artemis. She smiled a psychopathic smile and waited. Predators always had great patience.
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So what do you think? Did I portray Artemis correctly? It's a bit hard to get his coldness right. I promise he'll be cold as normal later! Also, please tell me if anything is wrong, grammar and spelling-wise. I think I could use the help. Hehe, I think this is turning out real well. Better than my other one! Whoopie! Okay, I promise to put up another chapter soon. Real soon, I hope. Okay, bye-bye!
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Artemis snuck down the carpeted hallway as Butler set up the explosives outside. 'Butler better get in here fast before something tries to attack me,' Artemis thought as he peeked around a corner. If Butler didn't, Artemis's little game would be over. He pulled out an automatic pistol, checked the ammo (seven bullets left) and crept into the dimly lit bedroom. There were noises coming from the bed. Artemis was suddenly disgusted. 'Oh, God, why now? Nasty.' He slid along the wall and quietly snuck into another hallway. At the end of this hallway, there was only one door, a door to the safe. Artemis holstered his pistol and walked up to the door, pulling out a couple of picklocks. Getting ready to pick the lock he suddenly knew he had done something wrong. He hadn't shut the bedroom door. And where the door once was, there was a fat man in a red silk robe, with a double-barreled shotgun in his chubby, shaking hands. Artemis couldn't run. He was like a deer in a car's headlights. There was no way his brain could get him out of this one. Artemis suddenly wanted Butler, but he knew Butler wouldn't get to him in time. All he could do was stare at the two barrels that looked like the Infinity sign he had seen a couple of Americans wearing once. The man's chubby finger pulled the trigger. Artemis saw the two barrels spit fire, and then saw nothing more. 'God damn it, Butler!'
In the darkness, something flashed before his eyes. They were words. The red flashing words said GAME OVER!
Artemis peeled off the goggles and turned to the videogame creator. Butler was still in his chair, in the gaming world. The American creator flew from his chair and said, "So, how was it?"
"You call that a game for kids? I knew what that fat guy was doing with the lady."
The creator blushed and Butler pulled off his goggles and smiled widely. "I've gone to the second level, and my partner died! I took my pistol and shot that fat guy dead. That is what you should have done, Artemis, you should have shot him. You would have been in an army base with me, killing generals. I'd like to buy this game, Freddie." Then, Butler took a couple of hundred-dollar bills and placed it into the grinning American's hands. "Maybe more than one because Artemis keeps slowing me down."
The American laughed and went off to get his equipment. "You know that stuff rots your brains," Artemis said smiling. Ever since his father was found, he noticed Artemis did that more often. "So, is that going to be my Christmas present, or is it going to be yours?"
"I think it'll will be good practice for you. Maybe you'll learn a few things to save your life when something bad happens and I am not with you. The A.I. system is really good and it guesses what you'll do next. Also, I could use a little more practice without having the newspaper headlines about people turning up dead. Technology has come a long was from the game Pong."
Freddie came in with two large boxes. Butler thanked his old friend and they left into the night. The two were walking up the street when a long, black limousine pulled off the full road and parked next to the duo. The window rolled down and the face of David Webber, their young new driver, came into view. Behind him, there was a pale girl with startling green eyes, eyes that bore themselves into Artemis. Butler leaned close to David's happy face and whispered so low that Artemis had to strain to hear. "I thought I told you not to pick up any more hitchhikers!"
"She looked lonely all by her little self. I had to take her!" David replied in an even lower voice.
"Whatever, just never do it again or you'll be out the door. They could be spies, or maybe assassins!" Artemis looked at the girl, who was now looking at the passing cars with indifference. She sure doesn't look like an assassin. She looks more like the type that cut their own wrists. She looks like a blade runner for sure. She was pale, and there actually were cuts on her wrist, at least ten by the look of it. For some reason, he could see her with blood in her dark hair, and crying. Not crying, bleeding through the eyes, bleeding tears like vampires. Once that thought had come, he couldn't push it out. There was blood in the bandages around her mouth that hid her fangs.
"Merry Christmas!" Butler said after he stopped jabbering with David. "I got you a limo and we are going to a five-star restaurant for dinner. Then your dad wants to see you at the hotel."
"Thank you, Butler, Merry Christmas to you, too." Artemis pulled out a switchblade. "It was made here in America, but it was sent to Tokyo and engraved. I thought you might like it because you trained in Japan." Butler thanked Artemis and pulled the door open for him. Artemis slid on the leather seats and pulled out an iced tea. Yum, apple flavored Snapple. Butler barely could fit through the door but squished in and had to slouch so his shaven head wouldn't touch the top of the limo. Through the whole fifteen minutes, Artemis didn't notice the girl staring at him through the rearview mirror. The limo pulled up to the glitzy restaurant and Butler opened the door and got out, hitting his head as he did so, and held the door open. Artemis got out, tipped David handsomely and went in the glass double doors, with Butler behind him, eyeing everyone with suspicion. David kissed the money and started down the road again. About half a mile away from the restaurant, he noticed something. The pale girl was gone. She had gotten out at the restaurant and David was too engrossed with the money to notice. 'Oh, well. She was too young for me anyways,' he thought and counted the money again, smiling. All of the sudden, what Butler had said to him earlier popped into his head. 'Maybe she was planning to kill Artemis! But she couldn't have known that I was Artemis's driver. Or had she known?' Then, the girl was in his head, blood dripping from her hair, and crying bloody tears. He shuddered. 'Vampires? Hah that's a laugh. They are just about as real as fairies and leprechauns, which they aren't real. So, then why am I so worried?'
Half a mile away, but at the restaurant, the girl opened the glassy double- doors and looked for Artemis. She smiled a psychopathic smile and waited. Predators always had great patience.
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So what do you think? Did I portray Artemis correctly? It's a bit hard to get his coldness right. I promise he'll be cold as normal later! Also, please tell me if anything is wrong, grammar and spelling-wise. I think I could use the help. Hehe, I think this is turning out real well. Better than my other one! Whoopie! Okay, I promise to put up another chapter soon. Real soon, I hope. Okay, bye-bye!