Chapter Two: Psycho

"Pleased to meet you Artemis. I'm Yetty." I felt for sure that this boy was pulling my leg about his name but since he had just collapsed in my hallway I was willing to give him some time to come to his senses.

"Yetty?" he looked kind of puzzled, but then again so did most people when they heard my name.

"Yeah. My name's actually Antoinette. But I hate it and Yetty's easier to say anyway." I always gave to same response when asked about it. It was easier than telling the whole story behind the Yetty fiasco.

'Bout 5 years ago me, Becky, Tristan and Mike decided that we where old enough to go camping by our selves in the woods behind Mikes place. So we packed up the tent, snagged as much junk food as we could from our cupboards and climbed over the back fence. No need to tell the parents, we'd be back in a day or so.

We found a clearing just next to one of the many creeks and set up camp. Mike and Tristan pitched both of the tents because Becky and I complained that we might break a nail. We then sat down and pigged out on all the food we had brought.

Later that night the scary stories started, with each of us trying to scare the shit out of the other two. Mike won. He told us of the old man who supposedly live in the woods where we were camping. The man that they called the yeti.

He got us well and truly spooked so we went to bed shortly after he had finished. Later I really needed to go to the bathroom so I climbed out of the tent and walked into the woods nearby.

Then I heard a piercing scream. I ran back to camp to find Becky in Tristan's arms (A very rare occurrence, even when he was 11!) and mike standing nearby.

"What's the matter, Becky?"

"You! You were trying to scare me."

"No I wasn't!" What was going on here?

"Well it must have been you because there was something outside, clawing at the tent and you weren't in the tent with me. So it must have been you."

"I swear it wasn't, I was going to the bathroom."

"You were pretending to be the yeti from Mike's story! You were trying to scare me!"

"That's not very nice, Natalie (My name before this incident took place.) You've really scared Becky" Tristan accused tightening his hold on the shaking Becky.

"I swear it wasn't me!" I was almost yelling. How could me friends not believe me?

"I think we should call her The Yetty from now on. Seeing as she likes pretending she is one." Mikes first input that night.

"Yeah I like. It seeing as she won't admit to scaring Becky, it seems to fit." Tristan joined the "Yetty" club. "What do you think of your new name, Yetty?"

"I didn't try to scare you!" I was getting pretty agro at this point.

"Yeah what ever, Yetty just don't do it again ok? I really need my beauty sleep." Tristan crawled back into his tent and mike follow shortly. (I never really knew what took place between those two that night. But they have been close ever since.)

That's where the name started from and ever since my friends have always called me Yetty. (And I was telling the truth it wasn't me who scared them! Who it was, we will never know.)

"Nice. I like it." The voice snapped my attention back to the boy lying on the couch.

"Thanks," I smiled and could feel a blush creeping up my cheeks. Crap, what was happening to me. "So you want to tell me what you were doing in my hallway?" I changed the subject.

"Ah, yeah, I'm sorry about that." He said with a guilty expression on his face. "I really didn't choose this house for any particular reason. It was just that I heard your voices from outside and I really needed to find somewhere safe. I hope you don't mind?"

"It's fine. As long as your not like, umm, in really, really bad trouble, or anything, right?" I didn't think I could cope with having the police at my house. I haven't cleaned in days.

"No. Nothing that could harm you anyway." He said not quite looking at me.

"Oh, ok then. You can stay." I wasn't quite sure what was going on here but I was willing to give him a chance.

He was quite good looking I realized. He had a kind of presence about him that hinted of power and intelligence, even if his name was that of a Greek god. I could probably forgive him for that. Maybe.

"Well, are you feeling well enough to go and meet the others?" I asked not really wanting to give up my possession of this new addition to my house full of people.

"Yes, I think I feel well enough to deal with the screaming hooligans." he said with a chuckle. (What the heck! Who 'chuckles'?)

"Hey! Those are my friends you're talking about!" I said trying to cover my grin. It was a pretty accurate description of my friends.

"Sorry, I know. But I also heard them from OUTSIDE this brick house." He said still grinning.

"Um, yeah ok. Come on then. Let's go and introduce you to the 'Hooligans'. Oh yeah what's your last name? They will probably want to know that too."

"It's Fowl." He said looking a little confused "My names Artemis Fowl."

"OH! Ok let just keep that to ourselves, then." I really didn't want to tell Rosie that our newfound friend had the same name as her Hero. That would just be too uncomfortable for the rest of us.

"Why? What's wrong with my name?" He became indignant as he got up off the sofa. I couldn't help but notice that he was very tall.

"Ah, nothing it's just that one of my friends is kind of obsessed with your name." I watched him closely for his reaction.

"Ha, she has read those books, has she not?" he said with a slight smile.

"Yeah, Artemis is her hero." I said relieved that he wasn't actually claiming to be the character from those childish books.

"Hmm this could be interesting." He said as he walked towards the sound of the television in the other room. "Oh and by the way, those books tell a pretty accurate version of the truth."

He said with an evil look over his shoulder as he walked out the door.

Oh, crap. I've let a psycho into the house.