Artemis Fowl: The Girl of Power

Chapter Eight: Lucas

"Uncle! Uncle Jon!" called the teenage boy, banging on the doors to his uncle's office.

The huge doors were opened by Jon Spiro. "What is it, Lucas?"

"It's Luke. Why have I been ordered not to leave this floor?"

Jon folded his arms across his chest causing his bracelets to knock together, making a dinging sound. "Because I do not need a child getting in the way of my work."

"Your work? When you were in jail, Father would have sold out the company if I hadn't stopped him! And yet you won't let me see your work?" says flabbergasted Luke. "I look up to you, I want to follow in your footstep-"

Spiro cut him off, "You don't have what it takes to follow in my footsteps."

Luke just stared at him and if looks could kill, Spiro would be laying on the floor dead right now.

Spiro just smiled mockingly at his seventeen-year-old nephew. "You're just going to sneak off this floor and see what's going on, aren't you?" Luke nodded, stiffly. "Then I can't wait to see if you can do it."

Spiro closed the door, still smiling.

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I heard the door opening and sat up in bed, a boy about my age had entered my prison. He was hot with blue eyes, dirty blonde hair, tall, and fit body. He stared at me, perhaps he didn't know I was here.

"Hi, I'm Luke, you're..?" he said after staring at me for a few minutes.

I started to give him a wave before remember I was posing as my brother. "I'm Artemis Fowl. The second."

His eyes widened. "The Artemis Fowl?"

How many Artemis Fowls were there? Well, two, obviously, but... "Yes. Does that mean something to you?"

"You're the boy who set my uncle up!"

"Huh?"

Luke growled and ran at me. I moved to the side, grabbed his arm and pinned him to the bed in one smooth movement. The look on his face was priceless.

"How the hell did you do that? I'm a top athlete in my school!" yelled Luke.

I grinned, not being a normal human had its perks. "Because I was ready for you," I said, pushing him off the bed.

Luke made a face at me. "If your that good, how did Uncle Jon kidnap you?"

Well, that was helpful, I thought. Now I know Spiro's first name and that he's got a nephew, useful stuff.

I waved off the question. "So Luke, what are you doing in my prison cell?"