What the Voices Say

Morbid DramaQueen 10

Chapter 6, Beaten and Broken

This is my first fan fiction with chapters. I know, I promised to post the entire thing at once, but I'm having a slight writer's block . Forgive me for making Artemis less brilliant than usual, but it's hard for me to express genius in a character.

Summery: This is after Lost Colony. The youngest Fowls, the twins, are not in this; I do not know Eoin's idea of their character and would not do them justice. The People will not appear until later chapters due to their involvement not being important to the plot until then. Artemis has been in and out of a relationship with Minerva. A con artist Sophia Iver is the co-main character here. When Artemis puts an ad in a local newspaper she qualifies for Sophia takes a chance and attempts to romance then rob the young millionaire. What if he's the one charming her instead? Told from the point of view of Artemis, Sophia, Sophia's sister, and Butler.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Artemis Fowl, any characters in Artemis Fowl, etc. I also do not own the Arty-newspaper-ad idea in chapter five, that is Agivega's, from the fan fiction Artemis Fowl and the Aztec incident. It's a really good plot. You should read it. But not until you at least finish this chapter.

CLAIMER: The fraction of this that is not somebody's mentioned above is MINE. Not yours, not your relative's, not anyone's but mine. Please ask before you do anything involving it. And wait for an answer from moi. That is all I ask. For now. MDQ10.

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Now is the time to tell you a bit of the Iver Sisters' history:

Sophia was born in 1988 in Ireland, the result of a summer romance between her parents while on vacation in Italy. When she was four Sasha was born, in 1992, and they were living in America with their mother, Andreaya De Richard, while their father, Gavin Iver, was working as an off-the-records spy for Great Britain. He did any dangerous spying, and they turned their heads the other way at his thefts, with the agreement that he rob only those who could spare it.

In 1995 Gavin came home for good but the family didn't stay there for long, living an international life, but the main home base was in New York, New York, America.

Sophia's intelligence was recognized at a young age. When it was discovered her mother provided her with a private tutor, library, and studio. Her father fearing his daughter's labeling as a "nerd", who tends to be picked on by peers, or outcast, taught her to defend herself with a unique blend of boxing and martial arts that she later passed on to her sister.

At age 12 Sophia was a black belt, could speak fluent French, Latin, Spanish, German, bits of Greek, and could easily spout out random facts about world history that were 100 percent true, baffling, and complicated.

Sasha was offered tech class so as not to feel left out and accepted, happily learning the art of the Internet, reading "Robot programming 101" and "Private, barred, and illegal Website Hacking for Dummies" at the tender age of seven. She was no prodigy, but could be called advanced in that one field of learning. It was later that this skill of quick understanding and planning that was of excellent use in her future career.

By the late 1990s the Ivers were seriously rich and well known in the rich community. But all of this glory was ruined and then abandoned when a during rebel outbreak Gavin was accused of betraying the spy unit he was currently working with. The British government, in sympathy (and what Sophia later suspected a large amount of euros), helped them into hiding.

Those 4 years were bad, for it was discovered that Andreaya was developing stomach cancer. The disease was caught too late to be stopped. The girls watched as their mother died a painful, slow death. Their freedom was granted soon after, but 3 months too late to bury her in her homeland of France.

Gavin was thrown into a deep grief by his wife's leave to the white woman. His daughters were both affected by his depression but not completely in a negative way; Sasha became mature, Sophia began a business.

Working at night when her small family was asleep, Sophia custom designed jewelry, handbags, music boxes and statuettes. Wealthy women in Europe and the Americas snatched them up, demanding more from this new French designer "Andreaya". She could only produce so few, the annual amount was a little over 30,000 a month, most of which went to bills, more supplies, money for food, clothing, etc. Sure, she lost sleep, but they go to keep the apartment.

In 2004 revolt broke out against some religious or government thing in the Iver's summer home,a small village in Ireland on the coast, when Sophia was 16 and Sasha 12. Gavin had been out trying to calm a mob and was stabbed. Strangely by no on in the mob, but by an anonymous person who was never caught. The diamond knife he had brought with him was never recoved. Neither girl was given much detail beside what is written here, although Sophia suspected it was not just a random attack but a planned murder.

The apartment was sold. Sophia took her little sister to Dublin, they bought a brownstone, and began planning.

"I want to work too!"

"No Sasha, you're going to school, and that's final! It's what Mother and Papa wanted! You need to learn!"

"Sophie, I don't need to. You can teach me!"

"And when you loose interest, want a real job, then cannot get one because of your lack of education what will you do? What if I'm not there to save you then?"

With this Sophia collapsed on to the couch sobbing. Suddenly becoming a single parent was staining her. The business would either have to go, or a second job found, for the funeral, moving and bills were eating all the funds. There was only one thing Sophia knew she would truly excel at. But it could take her away from Sasha forever if she was caught.

Sasha knelt down giving her sister a hug, promising she would go to school and would work.

A year later Sasha was being taught part-time by Sophia and working the other half.

The job was not in art.

It was, however, an art.

The art of theft.

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This is the third chapter I have posted today.

Don't I deserve a review?

Please?

MDQ