The Girl In Chains (Artemis Fowl x Female Reader)

7. Artemis Fowl POV

Harsh, large hands slam over my lips, waking me up with a start and causing me to bite my tongue. I unwittingly took in a large gasp, inhaling the toxin on the thin cloth pressed unforgivingly against my nose. I instantly feel the affects, the already dark room turns dimmer. I thrash, trying to call out for Butler, but my voice is lost in the rough cloth. I try to swivel around to get a good look at my attacker, but i soon find out i don't need to work so hard. 

My attacker straddles me, using their body weight to press me down into the bed, not allowing me to move an inch as they wait for the toxin to take affect. 

I have refused to take in any more breaths, trying to hold it for as long as i can, until Butler comes, he has to come, he always does. My attacker seems to realize this too, and gives me a swift punch in the stomach, forcing me to fill my lungs again, this time, i know i've taken too much into my system. My attacker knows too, and quickly gets off of me, only then do i hear my bedroom door bang open, i look to see Butler's humongous silhouette dominating the room. My attacker pulls out a gun and yells incoherently, and fires at Butler, narrowly missing him.

I'm stuffed into a bag, and bodily thrown out the window, i hear Butler yell, i hear one last gunshot, and i utter one last plea,

"Help...." 

~*~

"Is he awake?"

"Yes, Sir, it would seem so"

"Well, what are we waiting for? Take the bag off"

The brown sack is removed from my head. My legs and wrists are all bound to the metal chair in the middle of a clean, white-tiled room, there are chains and various painful-looking tools hanging on every wall, and a lone drain sits on the floor in front of me.

A torture room. Perfect.

A burly man with hooded eyes stands beside none other than Jon Spiro, my ex-nemesis, unlike me, he isn't tied to a chair, in fact, he is lounging very much contently in his own wooden stool that looks ten times more comfortable than mine.

I sigh, "Hello, Mr.Spiro, out of prison i see?"

He smiles at me, though it doesn't reach his eyes, "Yes, i've served my years and am now back to be a better me"

"How inspiring"

"You have always been amusing conversation Arty"

"I wish i could say the same"

"I'm hurt, Arty, i thought we could be friends"

"Friends aren't likely to tie each other up"

He nods, "Are they not?"

"Why have you brought me here, Spiro?"

He stands up to stalk around Artemis in lazy circles, waving his hands as he speaks, "Well, i thought we'd play a little game, games are fun, yes? I like to call this game Revenge" Spiro then leans down into my face and studies my features, his eyes lingering on my hazel one. He suddenly clamps my face in his spindly fingers, tugging my head aggressively upwards so that my neck is uncomfortably exposed.

"You've grown so much. In another life, Arty, we could have been friends" His fingernails bite into my flesh. He pulls out a knife and places it over my jugular vein, slowly running it across my skin, making a light cut. I wince at the slight pain, "But now, i have to kill you. How upsetting" He doesn't sound very upset, "I could kill you now, your carotid artery is approximately 1.5′′ below the surface of your skin and, if cut, will result in death in 5-15 seconds. Just one stab, Arty, one stab, and your blood will spill over my hands"

I stare into his eyes, feeling suddenly bold, "So why don't you?"

Spiro chuckles and leans in closer to whisper in my ear, "I can't have you dying that easily can i? I need to milk you of all your happiness until you for beg me to end your life. It's Revenge Arty, not payback"

He pulls away and i let out a breath i didn't know i'd been holding onto, "So is this the part where you reveal your master plan?"

"You make me sound so cliche.
I have prepared a virus that i planted in a bomb at the back on this building. I have set it to go off at tomorrow morn, 10:30am precisely. When this bomb explodes, the building, along with everyone surrounding it, will crumble, but the fun doesn't end there. When the bomb gos off, a deadly virus will spread out to every living creature in a 100 mile radius will be infected, starting a new pandemic"

I lose my composure, "What? Innocents will die Spiro! What are you thinking? How does doing this benefit you in any way? Leave the civilians out of our personal quarrel"

Spiro shakes his head with a smile, "You've grown soft Arty. You seem to still think i care about what happens to the world when i'm gone. I don't care anymore Arty, if i'm going, then the world is coming with me"

"Going ? What do you mean you're going ?"

He spreads his arms wide like he's hugging an invisible giant, "I'm going to kill myself, Arty! A glorious death! I will be right beside the bomb as it explodes, taking me with it"

I stare at him with my eyes wide, my mouth hanging open, "Y-you're planning on....committing suicide?"

"Yes, do i need to repeat myself?"

"But, why?"

"My time in jail has hardened my resolve. I have realized that no matter how much money i make, i will never be happy, and happiness is what humans live for, yes? if i can't achieve a constant level of satisfaction, then what am i doing with my life? I might as well end my misery"

"But, you still have so much of your life ahead of you" I don't know why i'm trying to convince my nemesis to stay alive, him dying would be in the best interest of everyone, but somehow, everything he says just feels wrong.

He laughs, "Just how young do you think i am, Artemis? I'm an old man already, i don't care anymore"

"If you don't care, then why do you insist on bringing the world down with you?"

"Without me, the world will amount to nothing, it would crumble anyways. Also, it would be quite the spectacular sight to see in my last moments"

I have a hard time processing what he says. Jon Spiro, the person i have fought once and almost lost against. Jon Spiro, the narcissistic CEO who is rumored to throw people out of windows. Jon Spiro, the man who wants to commit suicide? I try to find a lie to his truths, but i can't, his face and body language give nothing away. He is being 100% genuine.

Before i could think of how to respond, he gives a wave of his hand in the general direction of the burly-looking man who has been silent so far, 

"I told you that i want you to beg for your death, yes? i hope you didn't think i was being dramatic. Just in case you haven't noticed, this is a torture room, i'll leave the rest for you to figure out. I'll be watching from the cameras" He diverts his attention to the man, "It's time for Pud to earn his living".

Pud giggles dumbly, and lumbers toward me. I borrow a word from the fairy dictionary.

D'arvit.