Forewords: This story was originally supposed to be included in my story Artemis Fowl: Fairy Revenge as a sub-plot. If you haven't read Fairy Revenge, then look below for a summary (in bold). Basically, while Artemis the Second is out saving humanity from the deranged Ark Sool, an old nemesis, the Russian Mafiya, come to seek their revenge on the boy. However, the 15 year-old Irish criminal mastermind is not around so the Mafiya make themselves comfortable at Fowl Manor waiting for his return. Did I mention they were holding Artemis' parents hostage? Well, you get the idea...
Disclaimer: No matter how much I may want to, I do NOT own the boy genius named Artemis Fowl the Second or any related characters or plots. I just consider myself a baby-sitter to Eoin Colfer's brain child.
A/N: Constructive criticism is always nice, along with the usual 'good job' and pat on the back. Thank you for taking the time to read my work and I hope you might find it enjoyable. If not enjoyable, I just hope it doesn't cause bodily harm. Some people say I have too high of expectations.
Whatever,
Tiki Rane Gobell
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Summary of Fairy Revenge: Ark Sool tries to kill off all the humans and a 15-year-old Artemis Fowl must team up with his fairy friends to stop him. At the beginning of the story, Artemis reveals that he had worked out and proves that he is not just useless luggage anymore when it comes to physical activity. Throughout the story, Artemis and Holly fall for each other, but Artemis decides it's better for both of their futures if he stays out of all the fairies' lives forever more. Oh yeah, his father has found out about the fairies too. Kinda important.
Chapter 1
The Return of the Mafiya
Artemis Fowl the First woke early in the morning to sounds of shuffling around his bed. He didn't even have time to register what was going on before his hands were bound and he was being dragged out of the bed and down the hallway. He heard his wife scream around a gag in her mouth right behind him. Poor Angeline, she was an innocent!
They were pushed to the doors of their own family room and forced to wait outside while one of their captors knocked on the doors and spoke in a harsh Russian accent, "Britva, you're hostages have arrived."
They waited in silence for a few minutes and Artemis Senior's brain was whirling. Britva. He was the leader of the Russian Mafiya. Timmy's heart filled with fear as he realized that he would not escape the Mafiya's wrath twice. He knew they would murder him.
Footsteps could be heard on the other side of the door, foretelling that the doors would soon be opened. Timmy swallowed his fear, straightened his back, and wore an unreadable expression. He would, at the very least, keep his honor until his death. He would also try to show courage, for he knew his wife was watching him for strength. He would not reveal to her their dire situation.
The double doors to the family room were being opened from the inside. The dim light from the room revealed two huge body guards opening the doors and another figure sitting in the Timmy's favorite armchair by the fire. That would be Britva, his slender figure and piercing dark green eyes were his infamous characteristics. Those hateful green eyes reflected the dancing fire from the fireplace and made the man appear demonic. Britva held a glass in his hand of some reddish drink which he was eyeing thoughtfully.
Artemis the First and his wife were pushed into the room by their captors and the doors were slammed shut behind them, cutting off their only means of escape. Silence reigned in the room for minutes and minutes. Artemis Senior knew that this was just psychology, and that Britva was hoping to weaken his hostages' minds with is mind games.
Finally, Britva's eyes snapped from the glass he was holding to Timmy's eyes. The Irish man instantly knew how this man had become the head of the Russian Mafiya:his eyes were cold and ruthless and his stare could freeze one's blood. So penetrating and an unwavering focus. No human should possess such eyes. Artemis Fowl the First shifted his body unconsciously, trying to block the man from peering into his very soul.
"Artemis Fowl Senior and lovely Angeline. You have something I want." It was not a question to be answered like, "Where is it?" No, it was a statement that, in Britva's dangerous voice with his slight Russian accent, could spook a lesser mind- more mind games it seemed. Britva fell back into silence for a few more minutes. Artemis Senior could feel his wife shaking next to him. He dared not look into her eyes, or he would lose control of his own emotions.
Britva spoke again after some time, "We have the parents, but tell me, where is the son?"
Angeline whimpered once more. She was now afraid not only for her own life and her husband's life, but for her only child's as well. Her gag was roughly cut from her mouth along with Timmy's. Timmy, with the ability to speak now, tried to keep his voice even and his face calm as he avoided answering the question, "Our son is none of your concern. If you have business to attend to with my family, then please, only speak to me. I would appreciate it if you left my wife and child out of the business."
Britva set down his glass and waved once to his guards. They took Angeline back up to her room and kept her there. Artemis Senior, however, was left in his own family room to attend to "family business."
Britva then said, "There, you have at least half of your wish. However, your son is the main reason I traveled all this way and went through all this fuss to take over Fowl Manor. Dear Arty decided to play with fire, and now, he's about to get burned very badly. So tell me, Mr. Fowl, where is your son?"
Timmy once again tried to avoid the question. What could he tell them? 'My son ran off three days ago with his fairy friends to save the world?' Not likely. Instead, Artemis Senior asked, "May I ask, dear sir, what did my son ever do to you? Didn't he pay you the ransom for my release?"
Britva's lip twitched in disgust at the slight jest. A less intelligent mind may have overlooked the subtle stab at the Mafiya's pride, but Britva was the top man for a reason. "Your lovely son," he answered, "decided to play with me. Yes, I received the ransom, but your son orchestrated the money to dissolve shortly there after. Now, I come to you to get revenge on him. NOBODY plays with me, Mr. Fowl, and gets away with their life, not even a child. Now tell me where he is!"
Artemis Senior decided to tell the truth. It just might buy some much needed time. "I don't know. My son left three days ago and hasn't been seen since. I suspect he's just carrying out one of his many schemes." Well, almost the truth.
Britva wasn't pleased. "Is that so?" He asked. "well then, we will have to just wait for his return so that we can surprise him. We wouldn't want him to miss all the excitement, now would we? Guards, take him away. Stick him back up in his room with his wife. Keep them in sight and under guard at all times. We might be here for a few days."
A/N: So...what did you think? CC is always appreciated!