by Alicia (aisumitsukai at home.com)
Original Author's Note:
here it is! the long awaited Artemis Fowl fic!
oh stop ruining my fun.
Second edition Author's Note:
My fic's been rewritten, remade and re-something-elsed! I present it now to you!
I took my Artemis Fowl crossover and, well, redid it. The plot's been
changed and it's -gasp- been finished! *is proud* Hope you like it!
Editor's Note: Artemis Fowl, Holly, and their universe belong to Eoin Colfer.
We mean well, really. And we'll give them back when we're done.
The boy was young. He couldnít be more than fourteen. But his
face, his face looked older than time. Dressed, like he was, in
the traditional black of funerals, relatives and friends walked
by him. Sometimes briefly resting their hand on his shoulder
sometimes patting his back. All of them murmured regrets and
sympathetic words. He didnít answer, or even acknowledge them.
Some had been surprised when he hadnít cried during the
service. Others put it down to shock. The rumor was heíd been
there when it happened. Such a shame, they said. She was such a
pretty little thing. Supposedly theyíd been very close.
The boy was still standing in front of the grave long after
even his father had left. It all kept replaying inside his head.
Over and over again. The horse, the rock, her terrified violet
eyes, and how it was his fault.
The wind had picked up, blowing his black hair into his eyes
and pricking his skin. He didnít care. He had dared her, dared
her to ride the stallion when she was afraid of heights. It was
his fault the horse had reared. Heíd frightened it. He must have.
He hadnít moved fast enough to catch her before her head hit the
rock. His fault.
"Elizabeth, Iím sorry. Iím so sorry. Come back. Please, Iím
sorry." He shut his eyes as the tears leaked out. "Sister, Iím so
London graveyard, England
He should have known; they were so similar, these two sisters
of his. He threw the letter into the microwave. Elizabeth had
come back after all. Only, not the way heíd begged for. But
beggars canít be choosers.
There was one difference, however. This Elizabeth hated him.
Loathed him. But all the same, he loved her. Even though she
brought back all the memories, all the guilt heíd fought for so
long to forget. And he couldnít tell her. Not in a million years.
Sheíd be disgusted and horrified. He couldnít possibly do that to
As the once-familiar scene began to replay itself, he realized
there was only one way to protect her. He would do to her what
heíd done to the last one. To some extent, at any rate. But just
the thought of it hurt, the thought of her terrified violet eyes.
"Iím sorry, Elizabeth, Iím so sorry. Really...sister...Itís the
only way. Iím sorry." He was whimpering now. His eyes shut as he
cried for the second time in his life. His sister hadnít come
back to comfort him, his sister had come back to haunt him.
Martin Fenwick stepped quietly away from the door. He knew,
without a doubt, that his Master was no longer well. "Mon ami,
things are about to change. Though I do not think it will be for
the better, ah non."
New London Underground, England
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