I'm trying to get the chapters up quicker now, but I hope you realize that
I'm sacrificing valuable sleeping time to write these chapters!!! Anyways,
thanks to everyone for the reviews: black-knight-1988, Dragoness Fighter,
rad bubblegum, Kelsey, Keep them coming!!! ^ Note: Koboi's point wasn't to
get out, it was to get her revenge going while she stayed in her cell so
she wasn't a suspect. ^
Friday afternoon: Fowl Manor
Artemis Fowl the second, for the first time he could remember, was confused. He was sitting at the long dining hall table with all the bits and clues of evidence in front of him. He was having a hard time figuring out the present problem. As he looked at each item, he thought of when and where he found it.
Of all the strange things that he discovered recently, the latest of these was the icing on the cake. He had found, in an almost invisible compartment in his night stand drawer, a picture. He had drawn it himself, he knew that much. He could tell from his handwriting on the side that labeled it "friend". It was a short creature with large, block teeth, a dark beard, and old-fashioned clothes that looked like they had been dragged through miles of dirt. It was drawn extremely accurately, down to the last detail. But he didn't know that. All he knew was that he might've put something that he had drawn in a secret compartment. A compartment he never remembered having. Apparently, he had met this being before, but he had no recollection of it.
He would have just ignored his newest finding if not for all the others. Like how he and the Butlers had found mirrored contacts in their eyes nearly three years ago, and that Butler's contact in Limerick had been ordered to make the contacts for them. The odd gold medallion that he found inside his pillowcase, random bits of conversation that he seemed to have had, but no with whom he had spoken to. Transferring money to help the poor and the environment, Juliet's sudden obsession with becoming a wrestler. Butler and himself were closer, almost brothers, but then Butler seemed older; and all these things didn't make sense but somehow seemed connected. He was Artemis Fowl the second. If these things were related in any way, he would find the correlation.
Once, when Juliet had come to visit from America, she suddenly remembered something that had happened back when she was one of Madame Ko's students. Artemis had called and Juliet had gotten the message: "Domovoi needs you." It made absolutely no sense at all, because Artemis didn't know Butler's first name until Juliet told them that. He remembered something when he heard this, and sub-consciously said it aloud. "I tried my best, Artemis." When they looked at him questioningly, he told them about an auburn-haired girl who was very short. When he imagined her, he felt something towards her that he didn't understand very well. It felt like.respect. He also recalled a patch of Kevlar on Butler's side. After voicing that thought aloud also, they checked and there really was a small red "I" with a dark spot in the center.
The other problem he now had was his father. Artemis the First was at the moment perfectly healthy and fully recovered from whatever the Arctic had done to him. But he was meddling in his son's affairs, convinced that the Fowl empire should become legal. It was ridiculous, of course, but still.the Second had absolutely no control over it. He gradually became more moody and was seriously thinking of running off to Los Angeles with some money and living there. Just like.he almost remembered, but it slipped from his mind like a child slips with socks on a waxed floor.
This evening, though, his father was away for the weekend on a short business trip. Butler was under exacting orders not to let Artemis do anything that wasn't strictly legal. Obviously, the weekend was looking bleak for the former criminal mastermind. He was still mastermind, he reminded himself. Just not so much a criminal anymore. He sighed and turned back to his enigma at hand. The doorbell rang barely a minute later. He was about to call Butler to get the door, when he decided he shouldn't be lazy and to just get it himself. He walked to the door and opened. A creature that resembled the drawing he found and smelling strongly of sunblock was on his front porch. Mulch looked up at him and grinned.
Friday afternoon: Fowl Manor
Artemis Fowl the second, for the first time he could remember, was confused. He was sitting at the long dining hall table with all the bits and clues of evidence in front of him. He was having a hard time figuring out the present problem. As he looked at each item, he thought of when and where he found it.
Of all the strange things that he discovered recently, the latest of these was the icing on the cake. He had found, in an almost invisible compartment in his night stand drawer, a picture. He had drawn it himself, he knew that much. He could tell from his handwriting on the side that labeled it "friend". It was a short creature with large, block teeth, a dark beard, and old-fashioned clothes that looked like they had been dragged through miles of dirt. It was drawn extremely accurately, down to the last detail. But he didn't know that. All he knew was that he might've put something that he had drawn in a secret compartment. A compartment he never remembered having. Apparently, he had met this being before, but he had no recollection of it.
He would have just ignored his newest finding if not for all the others. Like how he and the Butlers had found mirrored contacts in their eyes nearly three years ago, and that Butler's contact in Limerick had been ordered to make the contacts for them. The odd gold medallion that he found inside his pillowcase, random bits of conversation that he seemed to have had, but no with whom he had spoken to. Transferring money to help the poor and the environment, Juliet's sudden obsession with becoming a wrestler. Butler and himself were closer, almost brothers, but then Butler seemed older; and all these things didn't make sense but somehow seemed connected. He was Artemis Fowl the second. If these things were related in any way, he would find the correlation.
Once, when Juliet had come to visit from America, she suddenly remembered something that had happened back when she was one of Madame Ko's students. Artemis had called and Juliet had gotten the message: "Domovoi needs you." It made absolutely no sense at all, because Artemis didn't know Butler's first name until Juliet told them that. He remembered something when he heard this, and sub-consciously said it aloud. "I tried my best, Artemis." When they looked at him questioningly, he told them about an auburn-haired girl who was very short. When he imagined her, he felt something towards her that he didn't understand very well. It felt like.respect. He also recalled a patch of Kevlar on Butler's side. After voicing that thought aloud also, they checked and there really was a small red "I" with a dark spot in the center.
The other problem he now had was his father. Artemis the First was at the moment perfectly healthy and fully recovered from whatever the Arctic had done to him. But he was meddling in his son's affairs, convinced that the Fowl empire should become legal. It was ridiculous, of course, but still.the Second had absolutely no control over it. He gradually became more moody and was seriously thinking of running off to Los Angeles with some money and living there. Just like.he almost remembered, but it slipped from his mind like a child slips with socks on a waxed floor.
This evening, though, his father was away for the weekend on a short business trip. Butler was under exacting orders not to let Artemis do anything that wasn't strictly legal. Obviously, the weekend was looking bleak for the former criminal mastermind. He was still mastermind, he reminded himself. Just not so much a criminal anymore. He sighed and turned back to his enigma at hand. The doorbell rang barely a minute later. He was about to call Butler to get the door, when he decided he shouldn't be lazy and to just get it himself. He walked to the door and opened. A creature that resembled the drawing he found and smelling strongly of sunblock was on his front porch. Mulch looked up at him and grinned.