Artemis went from the gym up to his study, deciding it would probably be best to resume his work. The only thing he could really do for Holly now was to give her some time alone-as much as he didn’t want to-and of course, watch to make sure she didn’t hurt herself.
That possibility, which for all his genius mind, hadn’t occurred to him before, was really bugging him. How had he never even considered that she might be contemplating suicide?
Was she actually so depressed as to stoop that low?
‘I sure hope not,’ he thought. ‘I really wish the possibility would have occurred to me before I practically gave her an arsenal of weapons to choose from. If she really wanted to, I don’t see how it can get much easier.’
Upstairs in her room, Holly’s thoughts were drifting along the same lines.
‘I wonder if he considered that I might try to hurt myself while making that for me,’ she wondered. Then she snorted. ‘Of course he did. Its Artemis.’
But that brought up another question.
‘Is he trying to provoke me? Does he want me to die?’
She flinched at the thought, and he internal answer her mind immediately supplied was unhelpful.
‘Isn’t that answer obvious? How many times has he hurt you since you were brought here? Almost killed you, even? He’s probably hoping you’ll do it, take that final step so you’ll finally be out of his hair.’
Some part of her, the part that wasn’t overwhelmed with the depression, and was still thinking logically, interrupted this train of thought.
‘Don’t be an idiot! If he wanted you dead, you would be by now, he said so himself! He saved you before, a good three or four times. If that was the case, he would just be wasting his time, and Artemis isn’t one to waste his time. It doesn’t make sense. Why would he even bother?’
Her other part scoffed.
‘Lies! Manipulation! The same stuff he’s done to you the whole time! The only difference now is he’s being smarter about it, doing it under the guise of caring for you. And you fell for it, hook, line, and sinker.’
“Hook, line, and sinker,” Holly muttered aloud. She stood up. “Of course, that’s the truth, it has to be..”
She began to pace the side of the bed, still muttering to herself. “I should have known,” she muttered. “I’m such an idiot.”
Finally she stopped pacing, instead turning to the closet door. “That’s it. I’m done. I can’t do this anymore.” She pushed through the door and took off up the tunnels.
Artemis was unaware of her intentions, not being able to see her with the lights out and not paying attention anyhow. The only thing to alert him o her even leaving her room was the mic in the gym picking up the sounding of her fast approaching footsteps.
His head snapped up, his eyes now glued to the monitor. He watched her move to the knife case on the right. He took in her shaking hands, trembling lower lip, and wet eyes and immediately realized what she was about to do.
‘Oh no,’ he thought, jumping up from his chair. ‘No, no, no.’
“Butler!” he yelled at the top of his lungs. “Butler!”
He tried to sound as calm as possible, bu even he could hear the rising panic in his voice.
Butler threw open the door, gun drawn. “Artemis, what is it? What’s wrong?”
Artemis answered as quickly and comprehensively as he could. “Holly. The gym. Now, go!”
The manservant nodded and took off down the hallway. Artemis started to follow, but he was so slow, that after a minute Butler just hoisted him up and tossed him over his shoulder, then kept going.
That minute cost them precious time.
When they got there, it was too late. Holly was collapsed on the ground, unconscious, her blood pooling out around her. A knife was shoved up through her stomach into her chest, buried clear up to about an inch until the hilt.
Butler dropped Artemis, and the boy ran over to check her pulse. It was barely even there, so much that at first he didn’t even feel it at all. He scowled.
“She’s dying.” It was a statement, not a question.
“What can we do? How do we save her?”
Artemis looked up at him, his eyes cold. “We don’t.”
Butler said nothing for a brief moment. “That’s bull. There has to be a way. I know you know how.”
“No! Besides, she wants to die anyhow. She’ll just do it again, until she finally succeeds in killing herself.”
“Artemis.” Butler’s voice was low and dangerous. “I have worked too hard to keep her alive for her to die now. Now tell me how to save her!”
Artemis clenched his jaw. “Fine. Wrap her up and give her to me. Then go get the keys and meet me in the car.”
“Why? Where are we going and how is this going to help her?”
“She’s too far gone for us to fix this on our own,” he said. “We need assistance. Magical assistance.
We’re taking her to perform the ritual.”
How’s that for a dramatic ending to a chapter? 😉 Want to know what happens next, anyone? Review and I will update soon… Sometime soon, at any rate…