Hi there. Spinnika here. Yes, I know what you're all going to say, I promised a new chapter in the next couple of DAYS, not WEEKS! Yes, I am very much aware of this fact, but, to be fair, I have had this chapter written for quite some time, but have only had the chance to post it now. I'll try to post sooner, however I need to take some time and think my plot out a bit, as I have a lot of things going on all at once, at the moment. I have Ajay's situation, Holly and Butler's quest to find the real Artemis, Artemis himself's predicament, and what's going on with the rest of the fairies downstairs? I'm trying to set some priorities; which of these do you guys want to hear about the most? Please write in the comments! For now, I'm going to work mainly with Artemis and Ajay, as they are my main characters.
Finally, some last minute points (this is seriously the longest author's note I've written!). The people the came the closest to my age was:Mac and ireland89, but Sparrow and Beckett Simpleton (who has been one of my most loyal readers :) ) got it right on! At the time I wrote that chapter I was fourteen years old, but I'm fifteen now. :) Good job, guys!
Lastly, I'm sorry if my chapter is short. My excuse: I wrote it on a freaking iPad!

Ajay's POV

I could really get used to this while street thing. Sure, it's rough, but two words: no expectations. No responsibility! No one expecting you to be something you're not!

I pull my jacket closer around me as a breath of freezing air ruffles my hair. My eyes are constantly moving, searching out the area, looking for anything that could be a danger to my person. Since leaving my double, Artemis, this is what my life has become. It sounds like a change for the worse, but I kind of like it. It's better than hiding in one room 24/7, always worrying that a member of Artemis' family would walk right in!

As I walk along the busy Irish street, still looking for Fowl Manor, I wonder if finding my doppelgänger is really the right thing to do. Maybe its better for both of us if I run away. Get off the radar, find a place to lie low and just be my own person. Artemis is my friend, but I want to be different! I want to be Ajay, not Artemis. But Artemis is in trouble now, another thought pops up, like a voice answering in response to my isn't just about you, Artemis is part of this as well. The very first thing to do is to locate him and get him out of danger. Once that is done, then you can have time to consider leaving this part of your life.I listen intently to what I know is the rational part of my brain. The part that thinks of priorities; needs and wants. What I find strange is that the rational part of my brain is also my selfless part. The emotional side is more about me. I find this odd because, from my experience of humans, this is inverted. The rational side of most humans is normally the cold and indifferent side. The emotional side is the part that feels for others. I shrug my shoulders. I guess it's another thing that shows I'm not human. Well, not entirely anyway.

I'm so focused on my deep thoughts that I don't see the car until it's almost too late. In the back of my mind I register a screeching noise. I'm so busy thinking that it takes me a while to realise that a noise like that obviously indicates a threat to my safely, and I whip around on the footpath, harsh reality bringing me back down to earth in a second.

A car is screeching towards me at top speed. I start to run but the car is already almost level with me. A door opens, almost hitting me as I start to run. An arm reaches out suddenly, trying to grab me off the footpath. I twist violently, just avoiding the hand. I experience a second of relief before this feeling is completely banished by the realisation that my recoil has carried me into the car's path. I feel a split second of absolute gut-wrenching terror before an explosion of agony expels all else. The car hits me along the side, sending me flying through the air. As I tumble through the air, I hear people screaming, the rush of air in my ears. Suddenly, a bone shaking impact makes my brain cloud over in pain again and my awareness of the outside world disappears for minute, as I struggle with the pain. I feel that horrible hollow, empty feeling you get when every bit of air in your body is forced from your lungs. My eyes open suddenly, seeing the world on a tilt. I lie in the middle of the tarmac, trying desperately to suck in air, like a fish out of water.

From my position on the road, I see a pair of boots stomp toward me at an angle. Alarm bells are ringing in my head, and I renew my attempts to force air into my lungs. This is the worst situation ever. Lying helpless as my enemies approach. A race against time, can I get enough air into my lungs to flee before my enemy arrives?

The boots are closer, closer. I feel despair beginning to fill me. What will happen to Artemis, if I am no longer able to help him? When Artemis most needed me, I got myself captured!

Suddenly, as though the thought itself provoked it, air comes rushing into my lungs and I feel adrenaline coursing through my veins, banishing even the terrible pain of the impact with the car and road, an example of desperate need overriding the body's need to asses it's injuries.

I jump to my feet, and within seconds I am pelting down the street, the boots thundering after me. People are staring in amazement. The boy they just witnessed being hit by a car is now running down the street like hell's angels were on his heels. I spot people yelling into phones, their eyes on me as I tear down the street, it's only a matter of time before ambulances and the police arrive. My pursuer must be aware of it too, as I hear his footsteps quicken behind me. He must want to capture me quickly before the police arrive. I can't outrun him much longer. In fact, the only reason I'm not in that car already is my head start. I risk a look behind me and am terrified at how close the man has become. I know that I will not be able to stay ahead of him long enough for the police to arrive.
My inhuman brain runs through plans, options, alternatives, searching for something that just might save me. I search the street as I run, looking for something, anything that could help me.
Abruptly, it hits me. The most obvious thing in the street! Crowds! Safety in numbers! I need to immerse myself in an army of unsuspecting, civilian bodyguards!

Think! I order myself. Where to crowds normally cultivate? Cramped spaces of course! This of course leads to the inevitable answer. Shops. My only way of survival.

I gasp in terror as I feel a hand brush against my jacket, searching for purchase before slipping away as I put on a burst of speed. My one chance is just ahead of me, slightly to my left. A mass of humans crowding outside a shop. The adrenaline in my bloodstream seems to move faster, building up to this one moment. The man behind me must feel it to because he somehow moves even faster behind me! Suddenly, my chance is upon me. Any time before now would be too early, anything after, too late. I veer left and dive desperately forward. The man behind me roars in anger as he makes one last attempt to grab me. The fingers scrabble against my jacket for a terrifyingly long time before they disappear, and I plough into a mass of human legs. People fall, shout, scream, drop things, but I am just happy to have escaped. I am surrounded by a protective wall of human bodies, there is no way they can take me now.

Only now, once I am safe, does my terrible injures and pain catch up to me. The adrenaline is leaving me now that my time of need is over. I can feel the impact of the car and road all over again. For the second time that day, the world tilts as the side of my head hits the floor. My vision blurs and the last thing I see before I lose consciousness is a ring of scared human faces peering down at me...

Hmmm. 1520 words on an iPad? Not bad, I think. Anyway, any tips, advice, what you want as readers, all welcome in the comments! Until next time, readers!
~Spinnika