Appellations (WE’s Failure of a Take)

Summary: PLEASE, PLEASE READ. ARGH. I really want feedback on this one, folks. WE's getting agitated... *has author panic attack*

Chapters: 1 2 3 4

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I can’t do this. *crai* AUGH. Inspiration, where have you gone?

Quasimodo by SHINee. It’s so, so prettiful – here’s the link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gJHuvb3qyQs

Funny thing is, though, in Korean, the title’s Arrow. XD

~Quasimodo
~Your traces that my heart is filled with
~Makes me able to breathe
~When the long night is colored by the moonlight
~Will the inescapable wait all end?
~I wish for a miracle and ask and answer myself

Plain. Boring. Monotonous. He thanked his boorish counterpart’s vocabulary — yes, that’s what it was. He ran in circles, panicked, before collapsing once more. Nothing to do. Blank. Absence. Such a monotonous place of no-meaning-no-meaning-no-meaning. And what was anything without meaning?

Why don’t I just die? Die in the empty recesses of his mind. Ha, I bet he’d like that. No more “voices” in his head. I’m an alter ego, not just a voice.

I have feelings.

He should know. Supposed genius.

He sniffed haughtily, knowing that no one would hear or care. No one cares. No one cares about Orion. Save Artemis, keep Artemis, kill Orion off. Orion is invading Artemis’ mind. Orion is insane.

Who needs Orion?

~Oh, I can’t tell you about me, who wants to reach your heart
~Like the starlight hidden behind the cold clouds
~I love you, in the end, this painful confession

~That lingers at the edge of my lips
~Slides down in tears

“Arty?”

What? What was this? Her voice. He was bound by these blank-plain-boring-monotonous walls, but he could still see her through the eyes of the hunter, hear her lilting tones through the other’s ears.

If you were only speaking to me and not him.

I am here.

I am still here.

I will

Always

Be here.

Stuck.

Alone.

In my blank, monotonous cell.

~This arrow that’s reached my heart
~Feels like a part of my body now
~Even though it hurts to death
~I can’t remove you, who’s stuck in my heart
~Because it’s love, because for me, it’s love

And now, here – from the other side of the screen, where he could not reach – she laughed. He gasped – why didn’t she laugh around him? – and pressed his hands desperately-longingly-reverently against the screen before him, his only window and link.

His color.

The color that painted his imaginary world. He loved his world, a world where nobles carried princesses up stairwells and sunsets existed to signal a close, an ending. Not just an ending, he reminded himself. A happy ending. His world required it.

Every day has an end.

Yet, every day also has a beginning. The sun will always, always rise.

Always-always-always.

~Even if I can’t have you, even when my heart
~Is blocked in the end by the wall of sad connection
~I love you, even if I can only watch you from here
~Because you’re my everything

He’s always wondering about her. Would she ever reciprocate?

Probably not. He was Orion. Insane, insane Orion. He liked that, but evidently, she didn’t.

His imaginary lip curled. Because that’s all he was, right? A figment of one’s imagination. One that was thought-out so thoroughly, so meticulously, he came to life.

~I stay up for so many nights
~When the starlight becomes rain
~That doesn’t stop like my tears
~Remember that I loved you

Would she love him if he acted more like Artemis?

Would she love him if he were a bad boy?

He sighed the sigh of the defeated, the hopeless, the man that lay on the ground, motionless, knowing he was about to die.

Blood bubbling up slowly, leaking down and painting the dirt an ugly brick red.

Save Artemis, keep Artemis, kill Orion off. Orion is insane. Orion is insane. Orion is… insane. Orion is insane.

Yes, Orion was insane.

And so he had to go.

Go-leave-depart-die.

They were working on his death. He knew that.

Time was running short like a 500-yard sprint in track, going long like a linebacker on the football field, cutting off like a rope bridge, and restarting…

But it never stopped. Time never stops.  

~Even if I can’t have you, even when my heart
~Is blocked in the end by the wall of sad connection, I love you
~If it’s a place where I can just watch you
~Because you’re my everything

~Even if I can’t have you, even when my heart (I need you)
~Is blocked in the end by the wall of sad connection,
~(I am trying not to cry over you, baby)
~I love you, if it’s a place, where I can just watch you
~(I love you, I love you)
~Because you’re my everything

Artemis’ eyes fluttered open to see Dr. Argon hovering above him with an oversized syringe clenched tightly in one fairy-sized fist. The lights had been turned on, but outside, it was still dark. “Ah, Mr. Fowl! You’re awake.”

“Fascinating, Argon. Tell me something I don’t know.”

Would it hurt to be nicer?

Why does Holly like you? Holly shouldn’t like you.

She deserves more.

Argon flustered and straightened his lab coat, almost dropping the syringe in the process. “My apologies. I’ve finished the chemical formula, though, and you told me to administer the drug as soon as possible.”

A relieved smile ran across Artemis’ face, and he offered his arm to the pixie.

“Alright, Mr. Fowl. This may –”

“Just do it!”

Dr. Argon’s brows furrowed as he carefully inserted the needle into a vein. He pushed the gelatinous fluid into Artemis’ bloodstream.

He was being drained. He was being pulled in too many directions.

No. It’s too soon. I’ve never been loved! I haven’t yet had my chance.

Don’t I get a chance?

Something was clogging up his windpipe and the lack of oxygen made him feel dizzy.

You are a warrior, Orion.

Live!

For her. Live for her.

Spots dance behind closed eyes. Mocking, malicious. Everything flashes.

White…

Black…

But no color.

No more color.

No more Holly. I will never see Holly again.

Just nothing…

~It’s not tough, oh no
~Because you have to be mine
~In order for you to be you
~Even if it hurts
~Even if you make me cry
~I love you

That day, to him, the sun did not rise, for he could see it no more. He did not reside in his cell.

He did not reside anywhere.

Blank, plain, boring, monotonous. Even more so without the insanity and undiluted love that had once painted it, once painted it colors.

Pink-green-orange-yellow fades into white. Just white.

Pure. Calm. Sane.

Blank. Plain. Boring.

Monotonous.

^^ Is it as prettiful as the song? … No?

Well, I understand the song’s very pretty, so –

Oh? You don’t think it’s pretty at all?

… *sulk*

EDIT: Actually, this is way too pretty to be Orion. Orion is INSANE, man. I should’ve made his more strange.

Chapters: 1 2 3 4

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7 responses to “Appellations (WE’s Failure of a Take).” Join in!

  1. That made sense! I figured it out! (I think). Basically the other person killed Arty with an arrow at the end, right?

    Zero mistakes, and I think you’ll make it. 🙂

  2. That was really well written, I loved it. No con crit allowed on Challenge Entries though, so that’s all I have to say. 🙁 Oh, and you know that there was an extension on the challenge (http://artemisfowl.fangathering.com/fanfiction/announcements/an-extension-on-the-challenge/) so you can still make it, right? Anyways, good luck! 😀

  3. Oooooh I like. Cookie (::).
    Why can’t you make mistakes like normal people?!?

  4. FantasyDevourer: Thanks, I felt uncomfortable with it. XD. By the way, I only made it because of the last-minute one-day extension. THANK YOU, FOWLIE!

    Bobo: Haha, yeah. I wish I’d seen that announcement earlier — I could’ve started sometime at the beginning of September instead of days before the due date.

    ILoveFowl: MINE! *snatches cookie*
    Hahha, I do make mistakes. But thanks. ^^

  5. I love it! This is amazing. Espicially the Orion one.

  6. Well, since the comp is over, I can give a review then.

    Mistake free. Why am I even mentioning that…?

    So, yeah, songs fit well, but the only things I DIDN’T like was that the actual writing was a bit far between, separated by a bunch of lyrics. So…that means the actual flow is a bit…hm…not choppy…but…not as smooth as I would like it.

  7. Wilde: Thanks.

    TM: Wow, that was actually great concrit. Now that I look out for it — read it the whole way through — the lyrics did kinda disrupt the flow. That’s probably the same with all my songfics because I type up the lyrics paragraph by paragraph based on how it’s sung. *has author panic attack* NOESS. Awesome advice, but I can’t really apply it (which is kinda the point). For some, it might be too confusing to separate the lyrics differently (i.e. Butler’s — the lyrics represent a time lapse, too)

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