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Heart Will GO On by Celion Dion. TEEHHEE Eion, Dion, Go on...rhyming...
MAKE SURE YOU READ CHAPTER 10 SINCE I UPDATED TWO CHAPTERS TODAY.
Chapter 11
It was decided- Trouble was not to be fed to a troll or be a partner. Opal had decided on her original plan. Trap Holly, mind wipe the Mud Boy and cut Trouble's throat in front of Holly. No wait...kill Bakira in front of Trouble, then kill Trouble in front of Holly.
Koboi hoped her plan would run as smoothly as it seemed. And she had even more plan to add...put the two prisoners in the dance contest. More even to that actually after Opal realized one horrible fact.
Captain Ryan "Trouble" Diego Kelp the Second could not dance to save his life. This is a totally literal meaning, because this contest was the difference between life and death. Even knowing this, Trouble had to put poor Bakira through the pain and misery of being dropped several times, spun into a wall, a twisted ankle (which Trouble graciously healed for her) and the embarrassment.
"Trouble!" Bakira growled. "If you injure me one more time, I swear, I will hunt you down...I will rip you apart..." Trouble blushed, something that did not happen often, and looked down at the ground in a shameful manner.
"I'm sorry Bakira." He said, rolling his neck and sighing. "But I CAN'T dance. It's impossible for me! Ask Holly Short, the girl with Hephaestrus's Gift. Even forty years ago, when we went on a date ,I dropped her as many times as you! I'm trying my best but..."
Bakira stood up. "Apology accepted. You are forgiven. I know that you're doing your best. But I think we should lose anyway. Then your friends can come and get us. By the way, who was that black haired boy?"
Trouble bit his lip. "That was...Artemis Fowl."
Bakira's face lit up. "THE Artemis Fowl. You are friends with Artemis Fowl!"
Trouble frowned. "Well, I guess we are. We're not enemies."
"I first heard of him when I was twelve, three years ago." Bakira replied. "If anyone can help us, it's him."
"Or Foaly." Added Trouble. "By the way," he said. "You are 15?"
Bakira nodded.
Trouble stared. "I thought you were about 19, because of your height."
Bakira shook her head. "I'm only 5'3"."
Trouble stood up a bit and realized she was right. Maybe the menacing factor had made her seem taller.
Opal, who had not been paying much attention to any of this and was standing in the doorway, clucked her tongue.
"We shall enter the fight category in the contest then." She said briskly.
"I can't fight Bakira!" Trouble exclaimed.
Bakira eyeballed him. "Why? It would be fake."
Trouble was caught off guard by the question. The truth was, he seemed to have grown to like Bakira, maybe a little more then he had intended. But she was right. It //would// (trying to use HTML) be fake and Bakira was a tough girl. She could handle a little combat.
So for the next seven hours they prepared. The same was with Holly and Artemis. Holly had begun to get used to the routine, even if it was slow. Soon, it was show time.
** ** ** ** ** * * *** ** ** ** *** **
"Holly gave us strict orders to stay here." Juliet said shrugging. "I would have gone along too but I can't."
"Go home Butler." Root sighed and a large puff of smoke came out of his mouth. "Actually, why did you let Holly's orders hold you back. Shouldn't you be protecting the principle?"
Juliet gasped. He was right. Grub looked thoughtful. "What about your plan?"
Juliet shrugged. It no longer was a strong matter. She had planned to seduce Grub to make Trouble jealous. But it seemed like a- as Artemis would say- childish and slutty thing to do. Oh and frivolous, don't forget frivolous!
** ** ** ** ** ** ** ** ** ** ** ** ***
LIME GREEN
"Ready?" Artemis asked Holly. "You look tense. Relax. It will make the dance better."
Holly nodded. "I know. But I'm not worried, just...annoyed because there were categories: slow, tango, fight, pop, punk, country, the macerana, and even the Chicken Dance!"
Artemis shrugged. "Well, our dance is perfect anyway. It is perfect down to the very last note, twitch, step, song-."
Holly silenced him. "I get it."
A voice boomed over the loud speakers. "NEXT UP- LYLOH HORTS AND REAMTIS WOLF!"
Holly and Artemis went up on stage, or as the audience thought, Lyloh and Reamtis. Artemis had come up with the names by switching letters around. (exe- Fowl-switch f and w= Wofl switch L and F+ Wolf)
The song began.
~*~ //Every night in my dreams,
I see you, I feel you.
That is how I know you go on// ~*~
Artemis spun Holly around slowly and pushed her into a long dip.
~*~ //Far across the distance
with spaces between us
You have come to show you, go on// ~*~
Holly leaned back up and faced Artemis she linked her hand with his a rested her arm on his as they stepped back and forth.
~*~ //Near, far
Where ever you are.
You are safe in my heart and, go on..// ~*~ (I think that's the line)
Comically, Holly dipped Artemis for laughs. She got them.
~*~ //Once, more
You open the door
And you are safe in my heart and
My heart will go on and on.// ~*~
The song continued and Trouble and Bakira watched. When Trouble went into the men's room, she was pulled into a curtain where Car'Khl was with a syringe full of turquoise goo.
Bakira gasped as the syringe dug into her skin. She fought back salty tears, not from pain but from knowing what the liquid would do. The liquid would turn on the Mr. Hyde within, meaning she would probably kill Trouble by her own hand. The formula would start in about five minuets when their song started. Trouble saw her wet eyes as she came out of the curtain. Trouble stared at her with concern and curiosity. Bakira probably never cried. She might of even been tougher then Holly. If Bakira ever wanted a job at the LEP, Trouble would make sure that she got it.
Artemis and Holly finally left the stage. Their scores were-
Aaron Timberland- 9
Teresa Dowdel- 8
Chix Verbil- (11 with slash through it) 10
Gertrude Monroe- 10
Francis Frond- 7
All together a 44. The highest that could be earned was a 50.
Next was Trouble and Bakira, and the potion had already started its course.
Milla_talon_hand
MAKE SURE YOU READ CHAPTER 10 SINCE I UPDATED TWO CHAPTERS TODAY.
Chapter 11
It was decided- Trouble was not to be fed to a troll or be a partner. Opal had decided on her original plan. Trap Holly, mind wipe the Mud Boy and cut Trouble's throat in front of Holly. No wait...kill Bakira in front of Trouble, then kill Trouble in front of Holly.
Koboi hoped her plan would run as smoothly as it seemed. And she had even more plan to add...put the two prisoners in the dance contest. More even to that actually after Opal realized one horrible fact.
Captain Ryan "Trouble" Diego Kelp the Second could not dance to save his life. This is a totally literal meaning, because this contest was the difference between life and death. Even knowing this, Trouble had to put poor Bakira through the pain and misery of being dropped several times, spun into a wall, a twisted ankle (which Trouble graciously healed for her) and the embarrassment.
"Trouble!" Bakira growled. "If you injure me one more time, I swear, I will hunt you down...I will rip you apart..." Trouble blushed, something that did not happen often, and looked down at the ground in a shameful manner.
"I'm sorry Bakira." He said, rolling his neck and sighing. "But I CAN'T dance. It's impossible for me! Ask Holly Short, the girl with Hephaestrus's Gift. Even forty years ago, when we went on a date ,I dropped her as many times as you! I'm trying my best but..."
Bakira stood up. "Apology accepted. You are forgiven. I know that you're doing your best. But I think we should lose anyway. Then your friends can come and get us. By the way, who was that black haired boy?"
Trouble bit his lip. "That was...Artemis Fowl."
Bakira's face lit up. "THE Artemis Fowl. You are friends with Artemis Fowl!"
Trouble frowned. "Well, I guess we are. We're not enemies."
"I first heard of him when I was twelve, three years ago." Bakira replied. "If anyone can help us, it's him."
"Or Foaly." Added Trouble. "By the way," he said. "You are 15?"
Bakira nodded.
Trouble stared. "I thought you were about 19, because of your height."
Bakira shook her head. "I'm only 5'3"."
Trouble stood up a bit and realized she was right. Maybe the menacing factor had made her seem taller.
Opal, who had not been paying much attention to any of this and was standing in the doorway, clucked her tongue.
"We shall enter the fight category in the contest then." She said briskly.
"I can't fight Bakira!" Trouble exclaimed.
Bakira eyeballed him. "Why? It would be fake."
Trouble was caught off guard by the question. The truth was, he seemed to have grown to like Bakira, maybe a little more then he had intended. But she was right. It //would// (trying to use HTML) be fake and Bakira was a tough girl. She could handle a little combat.
So for the next seven hours they prepared. The same was with Holly and Artemis. Holly had begun to get used to the routine, even if it was slow. Soon, it was show time.
** ** ** ** ** * * *** ** ** ** *** **
"Holly gave us strict orders to stay here." Juliet said shrugging. "I would have gone along too but I can't."
"Go home Butler." Root sighed and a large puff of smoke came out of his mouth. "Actually, why did you let Holly's orders hold you back. Shouldn't you be protecting the principle?"
Juliet gasped. He was right. Grub looked thoughtful. "What about your plan?"
Juliet shrugged. It no longer was a strong matter. She had planned to seduce Grub to make Trouble jealous. But it seemed like a- as Artemis would say- childish and slutty thing to do. Oh and frivolous, don't forget frivolous!
** ** ** ** ** ** ** ** ** ** ** ** ***
LIME GREEN
"Ready?" Artemis asked Holly. "You look tense. Relax. It will make the dance better."
Holly nodded. "I know. But I'm not worried, just...annoyed because there were categories: slow, tango, fight, pop, punk, country, the macerana, and even the Chicken Dance!"
Artemis shrugged. "Well, our dance is perfect anyway. It is perfect down to the very last note, twitch, step, song-."
Holly silenced him. "I get it."
A voice boomed over the loud speakers. "NEXT UP- LYLOH HORTS AND REAMTIS WOLF!"
Holly and Artemis went up on stage, or as the audience thought, Lyloh and Reamtis. Artemis had come up with the names by switching letters around. (exe- Fowl-switch f and w= Wofl switch L and F+ Wolf)
The song began.
~*~ //Every night in my dreams,
I see you, I feel you.
That is how I know you go on// ~*~
Artemis spun Holly around slowly and pushed her into a long dip.
~*~ //Far across the distance
with spaces between us
You have come to show you, go on// ~*~
Holly leaned back up and faced Artemis she linked her hand with his a rested her arm on his as they stepped back and forth.
~*~ //Near, far
Where ever you are.
You are safe in my heart and, go on..// ~*~ (I think that's the line)
Comically, Holly dipped Artemis for laughs. She got them.
~*~ //Once, more
You open the door
And you are safe in my heart and
My heart will go on and on.// ~*~
The song continued and Trouble and Bakira watched. When Trouble went into the men's room, she was pulled into a curtain where Car'Khl was with a syringe full of turquoise goo.
Bakira gasped as the syringe dug into her skin. She fought back salty tears, not from pain but from knowing what the liquid would do. The liquid would turn on the Mr. Hyde within, meaning she would probably kill Trouble by her own hand. The formula would start in about five minuets when their song started. Trouble saw her wet eyes as she came out of the curtain. Trouble stared at her with concern and curiosity. Bakira probably never cried. She might of even been tougher then Holly. If Bakira ever wanted a job at the LEP, Trouble would make sure that she got it.
Artemis and Holly finally left the stage. Their scores were-
Aaron Timberland- 9
Teresa Dowdel- 8
Chix Verbil- (11 with slash through it) 10
Gertrude Monroe- 10
Francis Frond- 7
All together a 44. The highest that could be earned was a 50.
Next was Trouble and Bakira, and the potion had already started its course.
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