Disclamier: okay, last time I'm doing this...I don't own Artemis Fowl, blah blah blah. If I did, then you'd be paying money to read this.

Recap

"...its not your fault" Holly whispered, wishing this was just a dream, no this wasn't a dream, dreams are never this horrible, they don't cause this much pain. This was no dream, it was a living nightmare.

Artemis laughed. He just laughed.
"I was there Holly, I could have stopped him, but I didn't"

Holly was about to respond when her screen spilt in two.

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.-old and hidden-.

Fowl Manor - one week later

It never used to be so complicated. Well, yes it was complicated, but in a completely different way. It wasn't complex planning, cracking codes, or committing acts of theft without flaw, those things Artemis found rather easy. They were a second nature to him, but this was not. Artemis always kept his emotions locked away, so his enemies wouldn't use them against him. At one point he may have forgotten how to feel, and now he wish he never remembered. It hurt too much, and he didn't even know why. Maybe he had some kind of clinical depression or borderline personality disorder, maybe he just need to see a shrink. Artemis doubted that some man behind a desk could solve his problems, whatever they were, and he certainly didn't need pills messing with his head. He had his own kind of therapy, it wasn't the best method but at least he didn't kill himself. Not yet anyway. Artemis didn't know how long it would last, how long it would take until he gave up. That didn't sound like him at all, giving up. Emotions, in his opinion, were nothing but trouble. They only brought pain and occasional happiness, it wasn't worth it. A now he was contemplating suicide? He didn't know how people could have survived with them for this long. He let out a sigh, maybe he wasn't supposed to know, maybe he was supposed to hurt. After all the pain he cause others, he deserved it. Artemis scoffed at his own thought, this self pity was really getting on his nerves.

Artemis' was wrenched from is thoughts by the sound of foot steps. He tried to fade, to blend with the shadows so that he would be left alone. He didn't need their sympathy, he didn't need their pity. He hated being pitied, and self pity, in his opinion, was even worse. He pushed those thoughts away, he didn't have time to argue with himself right now. Someone was heading his way and if he was seen, well, lets just say the incident would not end up in his favor. The foot steps paused, looking in through the door way. "Artemis?" a voice called out as Artemis mentally cursed this, he had been seen. The was no point in hiding now, he'd figured it better to salvage whatever dignity he had left. There was a chance that she hadn't realized he was hiding from--"I can see you there's no point in hiding."--never mind. He sighed "What do you want Juliet?" Though he face was darken to the point where it looked alien, he could still make out the ghost of a smile gracing her lips. "And I wasn't hiding, I happen to like the dark, for you information." The girl let out a soft snicker. "I can see that Artemis, the only light you ever seem happy about, is the one made by you computer. Artemis glared at her, she could be rather irritating at times. Another sigh, this time from the girl.

She shook her head, lose strands of hair flying every where, gracing the tiled floor with a dance of shadows. "Apathetic as always, " she tried to resist the urge to smile, it seemed like the boy was finally getting back to his old self. "Wouldn't expect any less for the great Artemis Fowl." This time the smile won out, freezing her face for a bitter-sweet reunion, only to falter at the boy's next statement. "I would hardly consider myself to be great Juliet, what I'm good at is nothing to be proud of..." The girl blinked knowing that he wasn't quite finished, but when he remained silent she asked the question she knew she'd regret. "Okay so what you do isn't exactly legal but--" She was cut off by the sound of laughter. She was more shocked than startled, she hadn't heard him laugh since he was a small child, and even then it was a rare occurrence. "I wasn't referring to that Juliet, though it does fit." He smiled, vampiric and malicious. That was about the only kind of smile you could get out of him, and it was far from wanted. "Everything I touch I ruin. I'm not a good person, even if its indirectly everything I do results in pain. Everything I touch is hurt. Don't try to tell me otherwise, for me this is the only truth, everything else is just wishful thinking, and you know it."

The boy got up and walked past the statue of a girl, frozen with the weight of what had just been said. She came to her senses in time to ask on final question, as pointless as it may been. She swiftly turned around, feeling so much smaller in the mastermind's shadow. "Where are you going?" The boy looked over his shoulder and uttered one word. "Out." With that he left the girl. His silhouette remain after, slowly creeping out of the door only to shrink in the dim glow that lied beyond. Juliet stood there, unmoving till the sounds of his foot steps faded away into nothingness. She cursed, kicking something that did not exist while glaring at the door frame. "Goddamn it Artemis why do you always do this?" her almost-silent statement was swallowed by silence, nobody around to reply.

A red light blinked in the corner,slight hum and grinding noises were made as the machine move to capture ever moment. It went unnoticed by the girl as she slumped to the floor, hugging her legs and propping her chin upon her knees. She went through the motions of a sigh before closing her eyes and muttering something to her self, all the while retaining the poise and grace of a strait-jacketed person in a cozy padded cell, a convict condemned to the prison of their own mind. An ever-watching eye catching every moment of it without flaw. A larger man watched from the other side of the building, his face remaining ever-so placid and apathetic as his eyes flickered with and unsettling worry.The eye focused on the girls lips, as if trying to read her ramblings. The man turned his face upward, the flickering light of seemingly endless monitors flashed on his face.Then, darkness.

The soft clicking of shoes was drowned out by the pounding of rain. The sky was mocking him, its tears of laughter fell in drops to large to imply anything but a flood fell from its eyes. The wind bit at his face and made his already wet and messy hair even more disheveled. His clothes clung to him, soaked to the point where they had almost become a second skin and his eyes reflected the storm in unnatural perfection as he looked up into the sky. Perfect day for a walk, weather couldn't be better. A forked whip that was lighting struck the sky with unrelenting force, creating a moment of pure light on one extremely grey day. I hate you.

Mer.
sorry about the...long wait?
yeah. that works.
oh! and the typos :)
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