Artemis Fowl and the Techno Takeover

Wet James Bond Suits

Heyo, my wonderful, beautiful fans!!! Once again I apologise for the distance between my updates. After this apology, I'm just gonna stop bugging you with them and let you guys torment me. Comment your anger or frustration at me. Make me cry and Artemis Fowl the Second himself will show up at your door step to personally give you a prize. Anyway, thank you for being so amazing and waiting for this chapter patiently. My buddies Batman, Spider-Man, Kick Ass, and Hit Girl applaud you! So, here it is my pretties, the long awaited chapter five! Hope you guys enjoy. Comment your feelings  below!!! Also, I'm dedicating this to the awesome Quietstar, who came up with ubber cool couple names for the pink haired, energetic Jet and our favorite, genius Mud Boy, Arty. About the song on the side, I don't know why, but that song was playing through my head as background music the whole time I was writing this.  Thank You Guys For Everything And Always Listening To My Random Randomosity ~ Jinx Nightmore 9 / SUBJECT 9

Holly sat up in bed with a startled gasp, eyes as wide as a full moon. She had been having a dream that Becket had been yanking relentlessly on her ears while begging a girl version of Artemis to keep her as a pet. Holly sighed heavily and clawed ferociously at her knotted hair. She frowned deeply.

"Worst dream ever," she grumbled darkly.

Holly flung her legs over her bed and stretched her arms, flexing them behind her head. She grimaced at her horrid dream once more.

"If Artemis turns into a girl at dinner," she thought ", I'm passing out."

She dug her tan hand into her eye sockets, twisted them, and yawned loudly. Holly jumped off her bed and limped tiredly out the door, and into the long hallway. She stumbled blindly through the hallway, resisting the urge to wince every time one of her feet tread on the cold, white tile as she proceeded towards the kitchen. As she drew closer to the kitchen, Holly sniffed the air and found that someone was cooking.

"Who's cooking?," she thought foggily. " Because Arty sure as hell can't cook."

To her almighty surprise, however, it was indeed Artemis who was cooking. Not necessarily right that second, though. Artemis's head was resting heavily on his the palm of his left hand, his eyes drooping like he hadn't slept in days. It seemed as though the great Artemis Fowl, who was always up at the crack of dawn like clockwork, dressed in his suit, and ready to face anything, was about to take a little nap with his hair in scrambled eggs. Holly grinned despite her self and leaned nonchalantly against the cool, hard wall, tucking strands of her shoulder length, auburn hair behind one of her pointed ears.

"Arty," she said, smiling annoyingly ", your on fire." 

Artemis groaned almost inaudibly, and blinked groggily.

"What are you possibly talking about Holly? I am not on fire."

Holly just grinned at him with relaxed, sleep encrusted eyes. Suddenly, Artemis bolted up right and started whipping at the sleeve of his jet black suit repeatedly with a wet washcloth used to clean the dishes. After what felt like six vary long seconds to the burning Artemis, but six vary hilarious seconds to his best friend, Holly strutted across the room, reached inside the sink, and pulled out a silver hose. She then completely drenched poor Artemis in fairy filtered water head to toe. 

From underneath his long, raven bangs, Artemis glared at Holly with the eyes of a vary enraged, short tempered lion. He spit water out of his mouth, and weather on accident or on purpose, the contaminated water would have hit Holly square in the face had she not scooted two inches to the right. Instead, the water splashed onto the floor, joining the gigantic puddle surrounding him. Artemis wiped his face with both hands, unlatching the wet hair sticking determinately to his high, dark cheek bones like a black octopus.