A/N: I was reading through chapter 5 yesterday and noticed that it had a
lot of spelling and grammar errors, was poorly written and wasn't very
exciting at all. This is probably because I wrote it a 11:30. (mental note
to self: never do that again.) So I revised. Go check it out if you haven't
already okee dokee? OK.
A lot of people are asking how I could have left poor Juliet and Butler behind to be Blue Rinsed. Well you see. ha! I tricked you. I'm not telling. It's because I'm evil and I feel like causing poor Artemis a lot of angst and sadness. so there. MWAHAHAHA! Ok, Anyway; on with the story already.
-IRELAND; above Fowl Manor-
Holly exhaled slowly. Her whole body was shaking. She had barely made it- what would have happened if she had been caught only half way through? She shuddered to think.
Captain Short looked down at the limp body in her arms. He looked so peaceful.
"How can you just lay there like nothing happened? Do you have any idea what I just did for your smart ass?" Holly yelled at the unconscious form. She didn't know whether it was because she was truly mad at him or if she was so happy to be alive she needed to hear her own voice. Or even maybe, it was because she was so happy to see Artemis she just didn't know how to deal with herself- perhaps a little of everything.
Holly looked at him and frowned- something was wrong. She stared for a moment and then it hit her- he wasn't breathing! All contempt vanished as she tucked her body into a roll and plunged towards the ground. The Captain pulled up only seconds before driving herself and the lifeless body in her arms into the dirt. She laid Artemis on the ground and pulled up his shirt, placing her hand on his chest.
"Heal!" She said, a little more strongly than she had meant to.
Artemis writhed and clawed at the ground as blue sparks danced across his chest like uncouth electricity. Holly felt his chest raise beneath her hand as his ribs knitted together. He gasped and his eyes snapped wide open, rolled back into his head and closed once more. Finally the sparks subsided and Artemis rolled over onto his side and curled up into a ball.
Holly reached over and tapped the cringing form on the shoulder warily. Artemis twitched and rolled over shakily. He rocked back and forth a bit and looked at her through hazy eyes. Artemis blinked a few times and then he shut his eyes momentarily. When he opened them again Holly saw that they now had a new depth to them.
Artemis inhaled sharply as though he were in pain, which- she could imagine- he probably was.
"Holly. . ." he whispered and his eyes fell shut.
-HAVEN; BOTTOM OF MAGMA FLARE SHOOT-
Holly removed her helmet and wiped the sweat from her forehead. From now on she would appreciate being able to ride in an LEP magma flare pod- they may be ancient, beat up pieces of junk but at least they were insulated; flying back with only her heat repellant suit had been like flying through hell itself.
Holly set Artemis down on the floor and commenced to free him from the cocoon of heat repellant foil she had wrapped him in. His shirt was soaked with sweat and his face was hot with beads of perspiration gathered on his forehead and above his top lip.
"Well it could be worse," She said to nobody in particular.
After she had packed all the foil back into her bag she grabbed Artemis under the arms and dragged him out of the flare room.
In the cool lobby she propped Artemis up on a bench and sat down next to him to wait for Foaly and Root to arrive and help her bring Fowl back to HQ.
Holly awoke to find herself being cradled in somebody's arms. She looked up to find Foaly was carrying her.
"Good morning sleepy head," Foaly said with a smirk, "need a lift?"
Holly felt the blood rush to her face. She kicked and squirmed.
"Let me down!" She yelled.
Foaly dropped her and she fell to the floor landing on her bum. Foaly snorted -certainly a sound you'd never forget.
"Short! Foaly! You can play your little games with each other when we get back to Head Quarters!"
"You heard the man, Holly. Get into the truck." Then he smiled cheekily and said, "Unless you'd like to get in the back with your sweet heart."
"Shut up!" She yelled irritably and climbed into the passenger's seat.
-LEP HEAD QUARTERS-
When Artemis opened his eyes he found himself in a small room with pipes climbing rust colored walls, machines blipping in every corner and a funny looking little man with a purple face sitting behind a desk right in front of him.
His first instinct was to reach for his cell phone and call Butler, but when he attempted to move his hand to the inside pocket of his jacket he discovered that both his arms were tied behind his back. He looked around to find himself situated in the middle of a small room, tied to a chair.
"Welcome to LEP airlines," came a voice from an unseen body, "I will be your captain today as we take a little trip down memory lane. So buckle your seat belts and please remain seated throughout our flight."
"This is no plane." Artemis thought, but then he realized he must have said it out loud because the disembodied voice replied.
"Well aren't we smart," it said, "but I would suggest you try not to think too much throughout our journey for your own benefit. Just be a good little boy and do everything the nice funny-looking little man tells you."
"Foaly! Get on with it or you won't be seeing anything yellow and shiny all year!" said the man behind the desk.
"Foaly?" Artemis thought, "That's familiar too..."
"You remember me," said the voice sarcastically, "I'm touched, really."
"Do I keep saying everything out loud?" Artemis asked himself, surprised.
"No, your brain is being monitored by that machine in the left hand corner and I'm reading everything you think in little green symbols that run across my screen." It was a strange statement but Artemis couldn't detect any sarcasm this time.
"Ready, Mud Man?" said the strange little man.
Artemis frowned. Whoever this new adversary was, they had definitely underestimated him to think that he would give in quite so easily.
"Okay, now we're going to play a little game, its called a-sso-ci-a-tion." Said the voice that was apparently named Foaly; sounding the word out as though he was talking to an idiot. Artemis scowled. "This is how you play: I'm going to say a word, you're going to say the first thing that comes to mind and the short guy is going to write down whatever you said. And I mean the FIRST thing that comes to mind. No thinking allowed in this game. Ready?"
The strange man twisted a pen open and pulled out a sheet of paper.
"No, I am not." Artemis stated, "I don't know who you think you are, but you indubitably don't know who you're dealing with. You do realize that I am the accomplished Artemis Fowl, do you not? A prodigy. I've never been caught and I never loose. But even without said attributes, my bodyguard can tear you all limb from limb at any given moment."
Foaly couldn't hold back a laugh. Such confidence coming from a drowsy adolescence tied to a chair in the middle of a room with LEP officers lining the perimeter of the building was too much for him.
"Oh don't worry. We know more about you than you do, Fowl." Foaly said, "And your bodyguard is down for the count. Now just be a good little boy and do whatever the nice man tells you."
"I should hardly think so." Artemis replied stubbornly.
Root stood and walked over to Artemis.
"Now look here!" he roared. Artemis looked at him icily.
"Too easy." Thought Root. Now that he had eye contact he impregnated his voice with tones of deep alto and bass of the Mesmer.
"Now," he said, "Listen to the voice and say the first thing that comes to mind."
"Troll"
"...Bridge." Artemis said dreamily.
Root jotted something down on the piece of paper.
"Ransom"
"Rescue..."
"Gold"
"Money..."
"Fire"
"Burn..."
"Congratulations," Foaly said in mock enthusiasm, "You've made it to level two. We're going to get a little more specific"
"Batteries"
"Goblin... " his mind whispered but he could barely hear it. "... power."
"Oooh.... you could loose points for that, Mud Boy." Said Foaly, "Ok, next word: Goblin."
"Ugly..."
"Not exactly what I was looking for but I'll give that one to you. Ok; leprechaun."
"gold..." He said.
"Your priorities haven't changed have they? Fairy."
"Mesmer..."
"Now we're getting somewhere. One more try and then we'll move up another level: Time Stop."
"Blue Rinse..."
"Good job. Okay, once again, getting a little more specific. Lets try B'wa Kell."
Artemis blinked as memories came flooding back.
"Goblins." He said.
"LEP Recon."
"Haven."
"Commander Root."
"...Fungus Cigars..."
"Dwarf."
"Mulch."
"Okay. Now we're going to play another game," Foaly said. "All you have to do is look at that little man and pay careful attention to what he says."
Commander Root stood looked sternly into the blue depths of Artemis' eyes.
"Sleep." Root said ladling his voice with more mesmer.
Artemis' head hung.
-LEP HEAD QUARTERS; COMMANDS ROOM-
Foaly watched as Artemis' thoughts slowed across the screen meaning he was in a deep sleep. Restoring memories was simple enough when working with a Goblin because they were very weak minded and, well, stupid. but reintroducing or triggering memories in somebody as cynical and strong headed as Artemis Fowl was a lot harder and would take more precision.
Foaly placed his cursor at the end of a thought stream and began inserting triggers, or sentences and words that would unearth hidden memories by association. It was much easier to do this when the person was sleeping because the brain does not interpret thoughts or criticize ideas as quickly in the subconscious.
Foaly went to Root's notes as a means to determine key words or phrases that would bring back memories. The test they had just run had revealed a couple of things to them, first of all it told them what memories would take more work to bring back and which were fairly close by. It also told them what words triggered what thoughts- this was vital information because it was what Foaly needed to know in order to perform the next step.
After an hour interpreting thoughts and connecting ideas Foaly was finally finished. All time for corrections was gone. If this worked they would be saved. If it didn't... well I guess they would find out.
A/N: Whoohoo! I fixed it. I'm feeling much better now. Thank you for all of your concern:) Yah, I just read it today and I was like "Dude! As if Artemis Fowl would just wake up in the middle of a strange room and see a bunch of weirdoes who he doesn't know and just go with the flow... NO WAY!" So yah, I fixed it. Now Artemis is back to his egotistical self... mwahaha.
A lot of people are asking how I could have left poor Juliet and Butler behind to be Blue Rinsed. Well you see. ha! I tricked you. I'm not telling. It's because I'm evil and I feel like causing poor Artemis a lot of angst and sadness. so there. MWAHAHAHA! Ok, Anyway; on with the story already.
-IRELAND; above Fowl Manor-
Holly exhaled slowly. Her whole body was shaking. She had barely made it- what would have happened if she had been caught only half way through? She shuddered to think.
Captain Short looked down at the limp body in her arms. He looked so peaceful.
"How can you just lay there like nothing happened? Do you have any idea what I just did for your smart ass?" Holly yelled at the unconscious form. She didn't know whether it was because she was truly mad at him or if she was so happy to be alive she needed to hear her own voice. Or even maybe, it was because she was so happy to see Artemis she just didn't know how to deal with herself- perhaps a little of everything.
Holly looked at him and frowned- something was wrong. She stared for a moment and then it hit her- he wasn't breathing! All contempt vanished as she tucked her body into a roll and plunged towards the ground. The Captain pulled up only seconds before driving herself and the lifeless body in her arms into the dirt. She laid Artemis on the ground and pulled up his shirt, placing her hand on his chest.
"Heal!" She said, a little more strongly than she had meant to.
Artemis writhed and clawed at the ground as blue sparks danced across his chest like uncouth electricity. Holly felt his chest raise beneath her hand as his ribs knitted together. He gasped and his eyes snapped wide open, rolled back into his head and closed once more. Finally the sparks subsided and Artemis rolled over onto his side and curled up into a ball.
Holly reached over and tapped the cringing form on the shoulder warily. Artemis twitched and rolled over shakily. He rocked back and forth a bit and looked at her through hazy eyes. Artemis blinked a few times and then he shut his eyes momentarily. When he opened them again Holly saw that they now had a new depth to them.
Artemis inhaled sharply as though he were in pain, which- she could imagine- he probably was.
"Holly. . ." he whispered and his eyes fell shut.
-HAVEN; BOTTOM OF MAGMA FLARE SHOOT-
Holly removed her helmet and wiped the sweat from her forehead. From now on she would appreciate being able to ride in an LEP magma flare pod- they may be ancient, beat up pieces of junk but at least they were insulated; flying back with only her heat repellant suit had been like flying through hell itself.
Holly set Artemis down on the floor and commenced to free him from the cocoon of heat repellant foil she had wrapped him in. His shirt was soaked with sweat and his face was hot with beads of perspiration gathered on his forehead and above his top lip.
"Well it could be worse," She said to nobody in particular.
After she had packed all the foil back into her bag she grabbed Artemis under the arms and dragged him out of the flare room.
In the cool lobby she propped Artemis up on a bench and sat down next to him to wait for Foaly and Root to arrive and help her bring Fowl back to HQ.
Holly awoke to find herself being cradled in somebody's arms. She looked up to find Foaly was carrying her.
"Good morning sleepy head," Foaly said with a smirk, "need a lift?"
Holly felt the blood rush to her face. She kicked and squirmed.
"Let me down!" She yelled.
Foaly dropped her and she fell to the floor landing on her bum. Foaly snorted -certainly a sound you'd never forget.
"Short! Foaly! You can play your little games with each other when we get back to Head Quarters!"
"You heard the man, Holly. Get into the truck." Then he smiled cheekily and said, "Unless you'd like to get in the back with your sweet heart."
"Shut up!" She yelled irritably and climbed into the passenger's seat.
-LEP HEAD QUARTERS-
When Artemis opened his eyes he found himself in a small room with pipes climbing rust colored walls, machines blipping in every corner and a funny looking little man with a purple face sitting behind a desk right in front of him.
His first instinct was to reach for his cell phone and call Butler, but when he attempted to move his hand to the inside pocket of his jacket he discovered that both his arms were tied behind his back. He looked around to find himself situated in the middle of a small room, tied to a chair.
"Welcome to LEP airlines," came a voice from an unseen body, "I will be your captain today as we take a little trip down memory lane. So buckle your seat belts and please remain seated throughout our flight."
"This is no plane." Artemis thought, but then he realized he must have said it out loud because the disembodied voice replied.
"Well aren't we smart," it said, "but I would suggest you try not to think too much throughout our journey for your own benefit. Just be a good little boy and do everything the nice funny-looking little man tells you."
"Foaly! Get on with it or you won't be seeing anything yellow and shiny all year!" said the man behind the desk.
"Foaly?" Artemis thought, "That's familiar too..."
"You remember me," said the voice sarcastically, "I'm touched, really."
"Do I keep saying everything out loud?" Artemis asked himself, surprised.
"No, your brain is being monitored by that machine in the left hand corner and I'm reading everything you think in little green symbols that run across my screen." It was a strange statement but Artemis couldn't detect any sarcasm this time.
"Ready, Mud Man?" said the strange little man.
Artemis frowned. Whoever this new adversary was, they had definitely underestimated him to think that he would give in quite so easily.
"Okay, now we're going to play a little game, its called a-sso-ci-a-tion." Said the voice that was apparently named Foaly; sounding the word out as though he was talking to an idiot. Artemis scowled. "This is how you play: I'm going to say a word, you're going to say the first thing that comes to mind and the short guy is going to write down whatever you said. And I mean the FIRST thing that comes to mind. No thinking allowed in this game. Ready?"
The strange man twisted a pen open and pulled out a sheet of paper.
"No, I am not." Artemis stated, "I don't know who you think you are, but you indubitably don't know who you're dealing with. You do realize that I am the accomplished Artemis Fowl, do you not? A prodigy. I've never been caught and I never loose. But even without said attributes, my bodyguard can tear you all limb from limb at any given moment."
Foaly couldn't hold back a laugh. Such confidence coming from a drowsy adolescence tied to a chair in the middle of a room with LEP officers lining the perimeter of the building was too much for him.
"Oh don't worry. We know more about you than you do, Fowl." Foaly said, "And your bodyguard is down for the count. Now just be a good little boy and do whatever the nice man tells you."
"I should hardly think so." Artemis replied stubbornly.
Root stood and walked over to Artemis.
"Now look here!" he roared. Artemis looked at him icily.
"Too easy." Thought Root. Now that he had eye contact he impregnated his voice with tones of deep alto and bass of the Mesmer.
"Now," he said, "Listen to the voice and say the first thing that comes to mind."
"Troll"
"...Bridge." Artemis said dreamily.
Root jotted something down on the piece of paper.
"Ransom"
"Rescue..."
"Gold"
"Money..."
"Fire"
"Burn..."
"Congratulations," Foaly said in mock enthusiasm, "You've made it to level two. We're going to get a little more specific"
"Batteries"
"Goblin... " his mind whispered but he could barely hear it. "... power."
"Oooh.... you could loose points for that, Mud Boy." Said Foaly, "Ok, next word: Goblin."
"Ugly..."
"Not exactly what I was looking for but I'll give that one to you. Ok; leprechaun."
"gold..." He said.
"Your priorities haven't changed have they? Fairy."
"Mesmer..."
"Now we're getting somewhere. One more try and then we'll move up another level: Time Stop."
"Blue Rinse..."
"Good job. Okay, once again, getting a little more specific. Lets try B'wa Kell."
Artemis blinked as memories came flooding back.
"Goblins." He said.
"LEP Recon."
"Haven."
"Commander Root."
"...Fungus Cigars..."
"Dwarf."
"Mulch."
"Okay. Now we're going to play another game," Foaly said. "All you have to do is look at that little man and pay careful attention to what he says."
Commander Root stood looked sternly into the blue depths of Artemis' eyes.
"Sleep." Root said ladling his voice with more mesmer.
Artemis' head hung.
-LEP HEAD QUARTERS; COMMANDS ROOM-
Foaly watched as Artemis' thoughts slowed across the screen meaning he was in a deep sleep. Restoring memories was simple enough when working with a Goblin because they were very weak minded and, well, stupid. but reintroducing or triggering memories in somebody as cynical and strong headed as Artemis Fowl was a lot harder and would take more precision.
Foaly placed his cursor at the end of a thought stream and began inserting triggers, or sentences and words that would unearth hidden memories by association. It was much easier to do this when the person was sleeping because the brain does not interpret thoughts or criticize ideas as quickly in the subconscious.
Foaly went to Root's notes as a means to determine key words or phrases that would bring back memories. The test they had just run had revealed a couple of things to them, first of all it told them what memories would take more work to bring back and which were fairly close by. It also told them what words triggered what thoughts- this was vital information because it was what Foaly needed to know in order to perform the next step.
After an hour interpreting thoughts and connecting ideas Foaly was finally finished. All time for corrections was gone. If this worked they would be saved. If it didn't... well I guess they would find out.
A/N: Whoohoo! I fixed it. I'm feeling much better now. Thank you for all of your concern:) Yah, I just read it today and I was like "Dude! As if Artemis Fowl would just wake up in the middle of a strange room and see a bunch of weirdoes who he doesn't know and just go with the flow... NO WAY!" So yah, I fixed it. Now Artemis is back to his egotistical self... mwahaha.