Chapter Four:
"Hello," said Aspen. "There's a dead body here, you know. You can't see it from over there but it's here."
The raven-haired boy that had just strode into the room remained frozen where he stood as if he had seen a ghost. He looked weird. He had different colored eyes, one cold ice, one warm puppy-dog brown. If Count Dracula ever had a kid, he was standing in front of Aspen right now. Pale skinned and tall…Aspen could describe him as charmingly handsome, but never out loud. Quill would have called him a 'homosexual freak'.
For a while, Aspen mulled over the idea of the boy being retarded. He was still standing the doorway staring intensely at Aspen and that was making Aspen uncomfortable. Then the thought occurred to him that the boy could have killed the woman that lay at his feet. Aspen's grip on the knife tightened.
"Did you kill her?" Aspen asked.
"No," answered the boy. "Did you? I mean, you are standing over her body with a knife…"
"Of course not," said Aspen hastily. It occurred to him that the scene probably was incriminating. After all, he was standing over a dead body with a knife in his hand. "Do you want pie?"
"I had breakfast a while ago, so no," said the boy. "What's your name?"
"Aspen Williams," answered Aspen. "And you?"
"Artemis Fowl The Second. This may sound a bit forward and/or ridiculous but…are you a ghost?"
"No."
"Then why can't I see you?"
"Maybe you're blind?"