A Spry Secret Part 4
"What did I do?" was his original petulant response. But he quickly dismissed that thought with another one – "I kind of brought that onto myself." Kind of was an understatement.
Artemis rubbed his tired eyes, first his blue one, and then his hazel one. They were tired from scrolling through thousands of educational fairy websites. However, his mind was far away, seeking a person who was not there. Thoughts of 'I bet Holly would laugh at this," and "She would think this was crazy," filled his overactive mind. One particular sentence from .gnom caught his eye.
"When the time stream is disrupted, people from the past will be summoned to the present," To which Artemis muttered, unconcerned but a little ruffled, "I think I could control that."
The second Artemis walked into Artemis's room. "I do believe that fairies exist, but for some reason I cannot summon the memories to the conscious mind," he said as though the reason could be conquered quite easily.
"Was I really this annoying?" Artemis no.1 thought, obviously annoyed. "Well, I don't understand why not," he told Artemis 2 huffily. Artemis 2 asked him arrogantly,
"Why aren't my memories being triggered? For god's sake, it can't be impossible to trigger them."
"Maybe it is!" Artemis 1 exclaimed angrily. "And even if it wasn't, I wouldn't help you!"
Artemis sighed as soon as he reached the roses in the Fowl Estate's front yard, although Artemis would prefer the term lawn. This was where he was cloned … thoughts filled his mind … he had to check. Artemis raced to the computer again, although the other annoying Artemis was already on it. "Do you know that wabbit is a word?" Artemis 2 questioned. His twin brothers, Myles and Beckett were beside him, watching the screen. Artemis 1 knew that look. It was when Myles was thinking. And that never was a good thing. "Of course I do. Boys, go play." It wouldn't do to expose his brothers to technology too early, although Artemis had a sneaking suspicion that Myles already had. Something about … oh yeah, disappearing files. The boys slunk away, although a happy Beckett let out a passing comment,
"Artemis simple-toon."
Artemis no.1 rolled his eyes. He shouldn't have used that word in front of Beckett. Although, to be fair, he didn't know Beckett would take in that word. He rarely took in anything except that foul mixture of expresso and treacle that didn't deserve to be called a drink. Artemis 1 snapped back, ashamed that he still took the pleasure of thinking for granted.
Artemis knew what he had to do. He took in a sharp breath and grabbed a knife from the elaborate kitchen table. He walked out of the house again and calmed himself. "For Holly, for Holly," he muttered to himself. He slowly raised the knife in front of his chest, consoling himself that it would be quick. However, his subconscious mind started calculating and determined it would hurt. A lot. Without further ado, he quickly raised the knife and plunged it down into his chest. It found blood. The pain came afterwards.
"Those are pretty blue sparks," was his last thought before he blacked out. Painfully.
