Broken Man

Artemis watched, the next day, as Alexander was taken away to a holding unit for hybrids, feeling awfully guilty as he watched Alexander screaming, crying and kicking his escort, a young blonde pixie, who looked startled at his reaction, but not nearly as startled to see a human underground. There were some human/fairy hybrids in the unit, but the humans, being cowardly, selfish creatures, usually buggered off leaving the fairy with an over powerful or totally useless child and no idea what to do with it.

Alexander was bundled into a white-washed room with some effort, as he was almost as big, or in some cases taller than, the people trying to control him. His anger made him almost impossible to touch, as the gold sparks rolling down his arms seemed to electrocute anyone who tried to get a hold on him. For his ruthless behaviour, two year old was put on isolation and all staff were ordered to ignore him. This did not go well with Alexander.

Alex stood, finally defeated, in the middle of his room. He was alone. He was the only child there with no roommate. Just white walls, a white bed, with white sheets, and a frosted glass window on the door. He was at a loss of what to do.

First, to try and calm the buzzing magic running through him, he ran aimlessly in circles for about half an hour at full speed until he was out of breath. Then he tried showing off. Doing handstands and back flips as if they were nothing, his magic made everything seem easy.

Still nobody came.

He kicked the door a couple of times. Someone outside yelled something incomprehensible at him. Alex tried to scramble up so that he could see out of the window properly, but it was too high. Someone had noticed him though. It didn't make him feel quite so alone, knowing that there wasn't just vast nothingness on the other side of the door. There were people bustling about going along with their day. No, he was in the nothingness. And if they weren't going to let him out, he was going to make them come to him.

Screaming seemed like a good idea. After all, if he wanted Daddy to come to him, all he had to do was scream loud enough. Though Artemis was never in a good mood when he came, he still came, and that was the point.

But shrieking did nothing. Nobody said anything, or did anything. He was ignored. He tried shouting words. Every 'mummy' and 'daddy,' 'Sammy' and 'Dom' was ignored. Obviously, they were used to this, but Alex didn't get it. didn't they care? And what was Daddy doing? What hadn't he come? Didn't he care?

That was it. Mummy didn't care. Mummy had had enough of him. Daddy didn't care any more. He'd let these people carry him away and hadn't said anything. These people outside the door, they didn't care. Nobody cared. Was this a place for people who were unwanted? He'd watched 'Annie' once. The children weren't cared about. Was that where he was now? A dumping ground for annoying children? Had he annoyed his family because he'd cried?

Alexander sighed. "Ah sorry." He whispered to the floor, rubbing his eyes. "Ah sorry."

Alex stood up and ran up to the door, trying to see through the window. "Ah say, Ah sorry!" he said, louder this time. When nobody replied, he felt himself getting angry.

Alexander Fowl was usually a placid boy, but then, usual little things didn't annoy him much. Sure, he got angry when refused sweets, but never really angry. Nothing like this.

Alexander screamed, kicked and punched with all his might. The poor door took it all, and nobody came.

Look at me! Look at me! I said sorry! Sorry! Pick me up! Look at me! Shout at me! Sorry!

Alexander bounced off the walls, running around in circles again, kicking punching until he fell to the floor, utterly defeated, again.

Convinced that it was true, and that nobody cared, Alex rammed his thumb in his mouth rather huffily and went to sleep on the floor.

Artemis had never felt so guilty in his life. It pulled his heart out to watch Alexander being dragged away screaming his apologies. He wanted to say something, anything. 'I'll come back for you,' 'I love you,' but his jaw was locked shut and his throat was dry, so he just stood in the corridor crying silently, like a broken man.

I'm sorry this is very short but I was getting nowhere with his chapter and the story needed an update. The next should be the usual 9 pages.