Artemis Fowl and the Techno Takeover

I don't know how good this story is so far so my lovely pretties you will be the judges of weather this story continues on to be something more or its fate is to die young.

Sooooooooo leave comments,peeps,on weather you would like more of the weirdness that is my writing.Ta-ta for now! MANGOS!!! Oh,by the way,i own none or the characters in this story,they belong to the fantabulous writer Eoin Colfer.I own the ones that are not in the Artemis Fowl Series. 

Artemis Fowl the Second walked briskly and importantly through the glass double doors in front of him. He looked as though he was attending a meeting to discuss the fate of the world. The real story, however, is a little bit less dramatic.

Artemis was a vary reluctant participant in a round of bowling. Bowling, you see, absolutely does not fit is personality, demeanor, or his priorities. He does not fit in black expensive suit and sunglasses,"this means business" stance,and a head full of extensive knowledge that no one has ever seen the likes of. It doesn't help either,that he would much rather be in his mansion in Ireland(Dublin, to be exact),finishing his incomplete third symphony.

Accompanying Artemis, Captain Holly Short of the Lower Elements Police bounced somewhere along the lines of his elbow, smiling contently. She had set up this whole affair by telephone and had gone through more trouble then the average person's patients can handle. She had spent thoroughly more then  half a day with a disposable cellphone plastered to her ear, persuading Artemis that bowling would be ordinary fun and a time for them to catch up on their recent activities.This would be the first time in almost five years sine they had known each other that they would just so called "hang out." The friendship that they have is anything but ordinary.

Holly Short just so happened to be a fairy. An elf to be exact, fairies were a specimens. Included in this specimens would be sprites, pixies, dwarfs, gnomes, goblins, centaurs, and elves. Holly also happened to be the only female captain in the fairies' justice system, The Lower Elements Police, or LEPrecon.

Holly and Artemis first meant when the twelve year old Artemis(criminal genius and left head of a criminal empire after is father having been kidnapped by the Russian Mafia when they blew up his ship "Fowl Star" in Murmansk) found that fairies vary much do exist,shot Holly with a dart and held her hostage for a ransom.This little adventure had Artemis number one on the the fairies' enemy list, Holly Short praying for a chance to roundhouse the human, and the Fowl heir with more gold then eight ninja elephants can carry.

Later on the pair would become extremely close after one too many life threatening situation, mostly saving the world and everything on and below it. With the exception of rescuing Artemis's father from the Mafia when he was thirteen(but earlier that day they had also saved the world from a deranged pixie and her accomplice, Cudgeon, who proved to be at the source of many other schemes later on).

The human and the fairy now approached the front desk to get their bowling shoes and pay.Holly attempted to ring the bell on the counter for service , but then struggled to to even touch the cool, metallic mettle. If you were a fairy you were lucky to be four feet.

Finally, whoever managed the cash register decided that he had enough laughter from Holly's determined, heated struggle to incarcerate the service bell and waddled over.

"What?," he asked impolitely. in a voice that stated he could care less.

Artemis rolled his eyes and smirked a smirk that has officially been labeled "The Fowl Boy Smirk." "These Americans'," he thought. "The majority of them are completely incompetent!" He desperately wished that his fairy friend had sought out her above ground apartment somewhere closer to Dublin, or at least Ireland, actually he really doesn't care where the apartment was, just not in the United States.

"Two for bowling.", said Holly.

"No dip.", replied the squat, pudgy, teenager. He played with the buttons on the cash register a few moments before coming up with the price."Twelve together for admission and twelve for two pairs of shoes."Artemis raised a manicured pointer finger.

"Just one pair, thank you, i have brought my own."

Holly knew that Artemis was a bit too cheered by the fact that  he was not going to be wearing shoes that any body else had sweat in any time soon.Then the cashier looked up for the first time. Only to ogle stupidly at Holly and turn on the clumsy charm.

Holly was confused. Why was he eagle eyeing at her as if he had just seen a dwarf turn down food? She checked herself for anything even definitively interesting. Was it her clothes? Nope,dressed in the human norm for today. Blue short sleeved shirt, black shorts, and white converse,nothing strange there. It wasn't her ears, either. Holly had covered her pointed ears with a feather cut brunette wig, so if it wasn't her appearance, what on earth was it?

"Well, hello!," said the cashier, a little bit past deafeningly. He then tried leaning his elbow on the old, white counter, but missed by a considerable amount and stumbled. Then Holly realized this was the ignorant teen's horrendous attempt at flirting. Her eyes narrowed.  

"Hi!" she said in a voice dipped in acid and covered in honey. The boy continued to smile and waved a hand in the air, acting  nonchalant, but failing because he accidently back handed himself in the face. 

"How 'bout you and me go catch a movie!" He obviously did not take a hint.

She almost gaged. What are with Mud People today? She would faint from shock if anyone happened to figure out the impossible mystery. Holly's face contorted in to a grimace, which luckily, the over confident mud man did see, and then she smiled extravagantly. She sized Artemis hand in her's.

"NO!," she proclaimed, obnoxiously loud. 

Artemis, who had been watching the ordeal with mild amusement, was exceedingly shocked, and he jumped a little. He decided that he should play along, anything to quickly escape the clutches of this dingy, rundown bowling ally. The boy genies made a big show of glaring evilly at the unfortunate, under paid teenager.

"Two for bowling, if you please, only one pair of footwear," restated Artemis testily.

"T-that's- that's eighteen dollars, sir!"

Obviously Benjamin, for Holly had acknowledged the beige name tag attached to his right breast pocket, was a little bit more then terrified of Artemis. Artemis, long, thin, and gangly though he was, can be immensely intimidating.

In Holly's opinion, it had something to do with his spine chilling, vampire grin and the feeling that he knows more about you in one second then you know about yourself your whole life. She had been personally introduced to this strange, raw, and defenceless feeling the first time she had had a conversation with the mephistophelian twelve year old Artemis Fowl in a concrete cell six feet under the Fowl Estate in Dublin, Ireland. She no longer feared, or was even infinitesimally intimidated by the sixteen and a quarter teenager. Actually, he was now her most beloved friend instead of a immoral enemy  such as all those yeas ago.

Holly lead Artemis to lane ten after paying nine dollars each, still clutching his hand tightly.

"Jeez, Arty, i think you made dear Benjamin back there urinate his trousers!" The sarcastic boy in question widened his eyes, the epitome of innocence.

"Perhaps its my hair?" He patted down his long strands, which some American had the audacity to inform the boy genius is that it was "totally emo, dude!" Holly chuckled, ruffling Artemis's raven black hair.

"Maybe," she said ",or maybe it's the fact that your a tall, horrific, and terrifyingly annoying vampire."

Welllllll, that's it for now! Leave comments if you please and if your Opal Koboi, DIE!!!! Soooo, should i continue the story or just leave it be down with the trolls?

Also, THE EIGHTH ARTEMIS FOWL BOOK CAME OUT TO DAY!!!! READ IT OR BUTLER WILL FIND YOU!!!! MANGOSSS! I AM BATMAN!!! - Nightmore 9