Greek (an Artemis Fowl fanfiction) (On Hold)

A Short Venture

Okay, so this chapter's a bit short. I apologize, they will length soon, and soon enough. I've got a ton of stuff on my hands, including bad grades and a psychopath mother, so fanfiction sometimes has to sit to the side. Updates will come eventually, that I promise.

Artemis peered through the branches of the trees, his eyes searching the coastline. He was far enough away from the city that he wouldn't be visible to people within its limits. It was the perfect location, to be exact. He was still in the town's vicinity, not so much that he was hugging its walls, but, at the same time, he wasn't standing in the middle of a highway. Just outside the trees and across a small road, there was a rather beautiful beach, some rocky, sandy terrain, and a large, grassy clearing. It was ideal.

Shoving his hands into his pockets, he exited the sad excuse of a forest and crossed the paved road, following its origins and finding it leading straight out from the city. Once he reached the other side, he glanced around, eventually circling a rock structure to stand on the other side, hiding himself from the city's vague view. He drew his phone, dialing Butler's number and pressing it to his ear. As he dreadfully presumed, there was a harsh click amongst the rings, and he was cut off. Even for Artemis Fowl, there is always the I might as well try tactic, though it rarely works.

Shoving his hands in his coat pockets, he scowled at the sea's fading horizon. “There's no sense going back to the city,” he muttered. He'd have to find a place outside the limits, somewhere to stay. He was too far away from neighboring towns as well.... but.... No. He would not camp out, against the elements. He was Artemis Fowl, not a hermit. Glancing down at his hand, he studied the ring on his finger. It was a communicator, to speak to Holly with. He pressed down on the fake red gem, lifting his hand to his mouth.

“Holly?” he asked into the ring's speaker. “Holly, are you there?”

He was met with silence, an unexpected occurrence. Butler was gone, it was plainly obvious he wouldn't just answer his phone. But Holly? Holly was still back at the hotel. With no other choice, Artemis began to follow the road outward, walking on the side that favored the sea.

An hour passed, and he felt as though his body hated him. Though walking for an hour wouldn't typically rob Artemis of his breath, it seemed that his new cloned body was still growing accustomed to harvesting both the soul and tasks that his original one had. He was still growing muscle, and walking seemed somewhat difficult. But, alas, he trudged on, occasionally attempting to contact Holly every now and then. As time passed, it slowed, until one minute was the equivalent of ten. It was when Artemis was ready to give up, that he spotted it.

Just before him, Artemis saw a clearing of tall beach grass, swaying quite a way away from the shoreline. Behind the grasses' outline, in the midst of the clearing, sat a small white house, quaint and cozy in appearance. On the porch sat a figure, one that resembled a young girl. Artemis detested the thought of approaching her, even more so asking to stay in her home, but what choice did he have?

Sucking in a deep breath, he began to approach the building.