The Collaboration Files

Flashes

Birch here. 

If you think Artemis Fowl is a little off, sorry. It's just the way I imagined him.

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Lizzy! I can hear footsteps! I texted her. And it was true. I could hear tiny taps as feet pathed downstairs.

Remember! She texted me. Bite his finger! 

And then she was gone. I huffed a sigh of exasperation, and whirled to face the door. A few moments later, the iron slab opened. In stepped a boy of about fourteen or fifteen with dark hair and pale skin. He wore a black suit and tie, and his hair was combed neatly in place.

"Hello," I bit my tongue. A teenager? I was elaborately captured by a teenager!?

"Hello," He calmly replied, then his gaze wandered toward the upturned table and flipped chair.

That's when the huge Eurasian guy came into the room. His muscle barely fit through the doorframe, but he managed. Picking up the table as if it were a twig, he spun it right-side-up, and did the same with the chair. Pulling another chair from the hallway, he plopped it on the opposite side of the table, and left the room.

"Please sit," The boy sweeped his arm toward the chairs, older in intellect than one might have suspected.

I pulled up a chair, as did he. He rested his elbows on the table with his fingertips gently pressed against one another. Over this archway of sorts, he surveyed me, as if trying to read my mind. I watched him for a while, then turned to look at the tinted window. I was sure the intimidating guy was behind it, watching my every move. At the memory of being shot, I hissed.

"I see you've met my employee, Butler," The boy smirked. "And I am Artemis. Artemis Fowl. Welcome to Fowl manor."

"What a warm welcome you've given me."

"I have to apologise about the abrupt, ah, 'call'."

"Call!? You shot and kidnapped me!"

"We needed you here."

"For what reason? Why am I here?"

"Well..." Artemis hesitated. It seemed very unbecoming of him. "We tried to 'obtain' her, but that didn't work well."

My mind sparked then. It brought me to a memory. I could feel snowflakes falling on my face, instantly turning to water by the heat of my skin. I was standing back-to-back with a girl, my hand intertwined with hers. She carried a large gun, and in my hand was a shiny silver blade. And then... it was gone. I blinked twice to see Artemis still sitting in front of me, looking concerned.

For some reason, that pissed me off.