hey, me again... um, so the story so far: artemis finds out he has a twin sister, and my friend Kat is dragging me into a hole. koink-i-dink? I think not…
and remember: THIS IS THREE YEARS AFTER THE PROLOUGE. YOU HEAR ME? THREE STINKIN YEARS!
Chapter Two
Butler was steering the chopper, in the dead of night, while Juliet read the map. He wasn't so sure about this. He knew that this person was his old friend's main priority now, but Butler had never seen Artemis like this. For almost three years now, Artemis had been wandering around Fowl mansion, sometimes so quiet, like a lost soul, trying to find it's way to the next world, but at times he was so loud and obnoxious, breaking things his parents loved. His parents had finally found out what was going on, and tried to explain, but Artemis didn't listen. He hardly even heard himself anymore, let alone others. Sort of like a normal kid...
Juliet had decided to stick around for the sake of Artemis' state of mind. She had figured that it would be safe to tag along. After all, he might need another kid around. She was worried about him. He'd been sulking lately... and he had been really raucous. She had never seen him like this in his life, so why should he start now? And what was going on in that boys little black haird head? Juliet was determined to find out!
Artemis sat at the back of the Chopper, waiting. He remembered his fight with his parents. 'How could they not tell me?' The little voice in his head kept asking it over and over again through his head. He always knew something was missing, but didn't know what. Even Butler had kept it from him! He remembered the way he had stormed around the house, yelling at everyone in sight, hitting anything that got in his way. He felt like a four year old on extacy. He had continued his antics until Angeline had told Butler to take him out of the house for a while to cool down. He chuckled to himself heatedly. Oh, he was out of the house, all right. Out of the house, out of Ireland, and into America.
(A/N: Ok ok, so he's a bit ooc, because I'm trying to mellow him down a bit, give him some shading, and show the inner child he never was. I know, I know, load of bullshit…)
He called to Butler in the Pilot's seat. "Butler?"
"Yes sir?"
"Um, I'm sorry. I've been really... well, like a dog in a manger, really, and I, um... well, I'm sorry." What happened? He had it all figured out in his head, and when the was going to say it, it sounded like shit on ice!
He nearly laughed out loud. His One and Only internet friend had given him that phrase. She said that saying "on ice" afterward makes everything seem worse. Plus it's hilarious. He'd laughed a hell of a lot more than he was used to, anyways. He would play chess with her online. Her pseudonym was Githoniel a rather peculiar name, for an even more peculiar girl, obviously a Lord of the Rings fanatic. She wasn't exactly very good at chess, he usually won in six moves or less. However, she was kind, and understanding, no matter on what they argu about, such as music, psychological concepts, and ideas. He loved her sayings, especially 'Shit on Ice'.
Butler gave the steering stick thingie (there, ya happy now?) to Juliet, and went back to see his employer.
He cuffed his hand on Artemis' shoulder. "Artemis, I understand. I'm sorry I didn't tell you, but I was acting on orders."
Artemis looked up at the massive man beside him. "I know, Butler, I know. I'm sorry for acting as though someone died and left me supreme ruler of all the troubles of the universe. I've been a sort of dog in a manger. I guess I've been sort of... well, preoccupied with this sister thing... I just... wanted to know."
Butler smiled, a tenderness dancing in the black, and usually cold and merciless eyes of his. "You know, it takes a man to acknowledge that he was wrong. And it takes even more of a man to admit it. You've grown up even more, Artemis."
Artemis looked up with a smile on his face, but tears in his eyes. "I just wish I could grow down again."
Juliet suddenly looked over her shoulder. "Sorry to burst you two's happy little bubble there, but the storm's clearing up. I can see the landing point from here. Butler, you land, I don't wanna. I might crash or something... I never did get my license for this thing…"
Artemis smiled happily, but then changed his expression. Evil people don't smile. They do a sinister face thing, so he did the sinister face thing. The time was now. Now he would meet the person who might be almost exactly like him, Artemis Fowl, the most evil mastermind in the world.
um, ok, a little... weird, but hey... um, does this sound like a soap opera to anyone else? damn, and i hate soap opera's too...
but...
IT'S SUGAR GAME TIME!
ok, so here we go...
today, the quote is:
"He liked animals, especially beetles, if they were dead and pinned on a card. He liked books if they were books of information and had pictures of grain elevators or fat foreign children doing exercises in model schools. He disliked his cousins the four pevensies..."
sorry, can't give you more than that, or it would give it away... guess what series of books it's from and you get a heart. guess what exact book, and you get double hearts. If you give me chapter number, page number, and paragraph number, i'll give you five hearts! guess away!
