Disclaimer: I only own the plot and not Artimis. But I really like him because he has this cool role in the book.

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Artimis Fowl was a criminal mastermind. He had committed dozens of heinous crimes, but had never been caught, thanks to his devious mind. But honestly, he didn't mind being caught, if that meant that he could feel alive again.

It was hard for Artimis to find a true friend and confidante. There was Butler, of course, but Butler's life was full of blood and darkness as it was. And to be able to locate someone to match up to his brilliant mind was a problem that weighed heavily on Artimis's mind – most people were idiots.

These thoughts were leading him nowhere but down that dark abyss, spiraling and churning, ready to swallow him whole. Much as he tried to fight back and conquer, he felt so helpless, so vulnerable, and this brought him more pain. And pain was definitely NOT Artimis' element. He was a one-winged fallen angel, and beautiful as he was, his heart was bleak, and felt as though it would soon shatter. Crack. He could hear it now. Hear it, as it splintered into a million fragments, coursing through his body. Oh, the agony!

Please let it end now. Artimis fumbled about in his daze, and all of a sudden he found himself in a dark, dank dungeon.

And there it was, on a curiously stained table. It gleamed silver in the moonlight, in the darkened room, beckoning him, calling out to him. It's sharp silvery daggerness caused him to reach out and entwine his cold white fingers around its handle

Farewell, cruel world. I shall not miss you. Life, what is it really?

He raised his death that was now freedom to his chest, and plunged it deep inside that throbbing heart that brought him so much pain. As the pain ebbed away, the dagger twinkled and winkled in the moonlight.

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Oh shit this made me cry when I wrote it. ):

Please don't let my tears go to waist. I really like this and hope you like it too.

Please R and R all the way okay?