Chapter 40
Who is Artemis Fowl?
Holly's POV:
Dear Diary,
I'm... confused. You think that you know someone, but do you really? He's my best friend and I've known him for years, but have I really? I suppose my real question is: Who is Artemis Fowl?
It seems like it was so long ago when he kidnapped me. I know what I would have said back then. I would have called him evil or corrupt. Well, at least until he asked me to heal his mother. But I still considered him to be bad at the core.
Then, we foiled Opal for the first time. It was right after his kidnapping me, so I was angry and distrustful. But at that point, he seemed... younger, more... vulnerable. He was just a little boy who wanted his father back and would do anything to get him. I couldn't fault him for that. No, in fact, I sort of... admired him for it. Because if it was my father then I would have done the same and a lot more for him.
When we finally saved him, there was a bright light in his eyes. Artemis was even younger. Then, he had saved my finger and in essence my career. I remember that coin that I shot in the center for him. It was to remind him of his small spark of decency. At the time, it seemed so small of a gesture, but now it has become a constant symbol of both our friendship and of Arty himself.
During the Spiro incident, I was angry. Artemis had gotten Butler hurt and caused valuable fairy technology to be stolen. Surprisingly he had actually accepted what he had done and seemed... repentant. As a fairy, I have a good sense of empathy. I could tell that he was telling the truth, and so I agreed to help.
Of course, that led to the finger situation which made me even angrier than I had been at first. He had tricked me. He hadn't trusted me. He was just manipulating me again. It seemed like for every step forward in our friendship, we got slung back twice as far.
Then, we wiped his memory. I felt like my heart was being ripped out. He didn't remember me. We would never have a chance to be real friends. I would never really know him.
Next, Opal came back, and we were pushed together again when he asked for that consutant's fee, it hurt me. I guess I thought that he should have just remembered me be seeing my face. But it didn't work out like that. It was like he had reverted back to the money-hungry monster that I had hated from the beginning. But underneath it all, he was still the same person.
I remember him standing next to me when we thought that we were going to die. He told me how much he cared about me. I had felt all warm and tingly until I realized that he didn't remember. It was disappointing, but at least he was there for the last few moments.
And he was beside me again, when I couldn't attendd Root's recycling ceremony. He had promised me that it would be fine. That I would be okay.
Then there was the whole Hydras debacle. He showed the most emotions that I had ever seen from him. He showed that he actually cared about me as more than just a fairy to exploit. When we first got there, he had to look at me and make sure that I had made it there in one piece. At that moment, I felt that he showed that we actually had a true friendship. We were so close. Yet, a minute later, he was back to work.
And he brought me back to life. I was dead. Abbott's cold blade had went through me. I remembered the loud 'shick' as it went in. Then, I remembered Artemis calling out my name with tears in his eyes as he turned away. He turned away as I lay there in a pool of my own blood. Then the next thing that I knew, I was back. And Arty did it. I remember tthe grin and the tears sparkling in his still blue eyes.
On the way back, we were so totally linked. His thoughts were mine and mine were his. It was like we were one person instead of two. It was amazingly special.
Next was our adventure to the past. We had to stand in our underwear. Artemis was in his red, Armani boxers. I remember catching him looking at me. Not that i was looking at him. On this adventure, he was in a hurry. He seemed frantic. Though, I can't blame him; he was trying to save his mother.
We were in that car trunk together. Nothing really happened, but he found out about my secret fear, and he didn't hold it over me like he would have done in the past. No, he actually understood me, and tried to be kind.
And of course, the ill-fated kiss. I don't really know why I did it. Most people would say that it's because I'm in love with him. They're so wrong. I don't love him like that. No, he's just my best friend. I think I kissed him because I was flushed from magic and excited that he wasn't dead. I may have felt something, but if i did then it was due to my hormonal eighteen year old body. That's my story and I'm sticking to it.
Then there was one time on your car. I kind of wanted to try kissing again, but then he told me about how he lied. I think my heart stopped for a second there. It crushed me so much. It was like seeing someone run backwards. This time, I felt my heart harden, and I turned my back on him.
Arty changed a lot. He went back and forth from hot to cold and then back again. But which is he really?
Personally, I don't think that he's cold. Yes, he was at first but he changed. I feel that he is really warm, but is afraid to show it. After all, he grew up with tons of repressed emotions. Every bit of pain that he had was pushed inside of him in the hopes that he could do something that was so much greater.
But then there's something else to add to the mix. The other night at the Phenom. Arty had no idea of who I was, but he was so kind and gentle to a complete stranger. Maybe it was just because I was Juliet's friend, but I doubt it. If Arty doesn't want to talk to you, then he will either leave or insult you until you decide to.
But nooo, he was... nice. He 'saved' me from Aidan. Let's be honest. Even in a drunked stupor Aiden would have destroyed Arty and he knew it. Yet, he still sacrificed himself to help out a strange girl. No cold person would have done that.
Then he took all of my attitude with benevolence. Most people would have gotten annoyed and left, but Arty stayed. Though, one could stay tht he should be used to it with friends like Foaly, Mulch, Juliet, and I.
He was also considerate of the fact that I couldn't drink alcohol. Which was very considerate.
He asked me to dance with him. The fast dancing was fun, and he was so good. Then on the slow songs. I felt so special. It was like I was the only girl in the world.
Of course, I have to talk about the clearing. It was so open and beautiful. And Arty actually shared. I learned a lot about him. Snd surprisingly he was very honest about everything. Or at least, I'm pretty sure that he was.
Last but not least, the walk to the hotel room. I had expected him to just drop me off outside. But, of course, he was too gentlemanly. He held the door for me, generously tipped the doorman, and he even went up the stairs with me because I couldn't take the elevator. Then outside of the room, he was so sweet and concerned. Of course, I may have shut it in his face. But in my defense, he smiled at me afterwards.
Arty's kind. He's funny and he understands me. He's hot, but sometimes act cold. He definitely cares about his friends. But who is Artemis Fowl? I don't know yet, but I intend to find out.
-Holly
A/N:
Whoo-hoo! Another Chapter down. Okay, so I hoped you enjoyed that one, because the next few chapters will be in Holly's POV and in diary form.
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Einstinette