Warnings: Angst, character death(s).
When You Look At Me
He was what could be described as untouchable.
He went to school. Threatened anyone who dared to talk to him. Went about complaining about the low standards of teaching and the accommodations of the school in various articles to the local newspaper in of course a pseudonym.
He is untouchable.
People went about and talking behind his back. Literally. He turns around, throws a snide remark after them and leaves.
Nothing affects him.
He takes the chances that must be taken and leaves those that are not worth it. He scrutinises everything, never misses a detail, all calculations are correct.
He never plays.
Everything he does is of importance. Nothing is for the fun of it. Everything is for profit. Everything. He hacks into the hardworking bankers account and takes every penny. No play.
He does not need anything.
He has everything he needs. He never looses control. Everything always goes after the plan. If not plan A, than plan B. There has never been a need for a backup, because he thinks of everything.
He does not need anyone.
He has everything he needs right here. He does not need anyone, because need is an expression of vulnerability. He does not need anyone, but everyone needs him.
He does not care.
He does not care. He never needs to. Someone else does the worrying for him. There will always be a warm bed, a home and food. He does not need to care about his life. Someone else will.
He is not afraid.
He is not afraid of the world. He is not afraid of his future. He does everything with purpose and those who dare to object suffer. He walks away from the grave of his long gone best friend. He is not afraid.
He sees the man take out the gun from the corner of his eye. He keeps walking.
He is not afraid.
He keeps walking
He is untouchable.
The man pulls the triggerNo play.
This is for real. The bullet is real. The flesh is real. The life is surreal.
He does not need anything.
The bullet hits him in the chest. He falls to the ground.
He does not need anyone.
He could hear people screaming, yet they seemed so far away. Colours were fading.
He does not care.
His last breath leaves him as he smiles one last time. Maybe for the first time.He is not afraid.
He is Artemis Fowl II.
Authors Note: How Artemis Fowl II is seen with others eyes, but is that how he sees himself? I tried to keep it as simple as possible. Let me know what you think about it.