I Return You to the Earth, and Claim the Gift that is My Right
Written on October 25th, 2008 by Helen RaspberrihStory Details
(9 votes, average: 4.44 out of 5)
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Artemis opened his eyes, and immediately shut them again. Because there was a girl he had never seen before standing beside his bed, bending over him, staring at him. She was so beautiful, it almost hurt. Really.
Then she spoke, and her voice made him want to faint, just to listen to it again in his dreams.
“Artemis. I know you’re awake. We need to talk. Now.”
She spoke softly, not raising her voice, keeping it even. Artemis could not pretend anymore. Two mismatched eyes peered out at her. She did not seem surprised, which in turn made Artemis himself surprised.
“Hello, miss. Maybe you should wait for a while outside while I dress myself. And then I should ask Butler in and ask you how you got into the manor. After that we can talk,” he said, frowning.
“No. Now. We need to talk.” She was pressing him, insistent.
“Very well.” Artemis thought it impolite to discuss things without making himself seem proper first, but recent events had made his think otherwise. He got up and put on his dressing gown.
“You need to know some things first before you can understand. So…”
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Lorelei panicked. Here she was, with a body in her hands and she couldn’t even control her new ‘body’ yet! True, the body she held was invisible, but her hands looked as if they were holding something, and she had to get out now, and she had no excuse for doing that, and…
With a horrible certainty, she knew who was coming down the stairs. It was the feared assassin, the one who came to visit once in a while to make sure the children behaved. She dropped her body on the ground softly, stricken with fear.
It was Earic. It was a weird name, but no one had ever dared to ask her about it after she killed the first school bully who teased her, and several others after that. She loved her gleaming, shiny, metal knives. No guns, no poisons. Just her favorite knives.
She was quite ordinary, really, if you haven’t seen her knives. Mousy brown hair, brown eyes, pale mouth. She was the type of woman whom you passed everyday on the street and think, boring. Except that, she was in the employment of the agency, and was one of the most talented assassin ever trained.
“Hello, Dan. What are you doing here?” Her voice was sweet, but with an undertone of menace that was not masked very well.
Lorelei searched for an answer that was halfway plausible. “I’m going out for a breath of fresh air, Miss. Only that I’ve gone and forgot my keys.” Earic frowned, and for a second Lorelei thought that she wasn’t going to believe the outrageous lie.
Earic took out a set of brand new keys, and said disapprovingly, “Return these to me tomorrow morning. And don’t ever forget your keys again. The orphans might run off. Especially that Lorelei.” She stepped closer, and whispered, “You must keep a tight lock on her. She’s a strange one, her. If she escapes then the agency will stop at nothing to get her back. She’s different, special. Unique and very, very valuable.”
Lorelei’s heart pounded loudly, until she was sure Earic could hear it, but she gave no sign that she did. “Yes, miss. Thanks for the key.”
Lorelei waited until Earic turned away before slipping the key quickly into the lock, then gliding out of the prison, but that wasn’t her prison anymore. Pity about the rest, but priority one first. She’d tried to help them, of course, but later when she had support in the outside world.
The moment she had closed off the door to that part of her life, Lorelei punched her hand into the air and murmured a jubilant, “Yes!” She stepped into the darkness, and experienced a second of hesitation and doubt, but she squashed it mercilessly. That was useless, and would only hinder her in her quest out of this detested forest.
Then she remembered. Her body. With a sigh, she concentrated again, this time so hard that she dripped beads of sweat on the ground. In her own body again, Lorelei kicked the man, no, Dan, in the head. This was the way of escape, escape from the endless routine that cooped her up, and she was not going to let it all tumble down around her ears just because she was too scared to kick someone unconscious.
A thought occurred to her, and Lorelei wondered, why not. It was useful, and that was exactly what she liked. Bending down, she touched the Dan’s head gently. She pushed into his memories, ignoring his spirit’s attempts to get her out. She found his memories, and sorted them out. All memories of unconsciousness, Lorelei, or anything that might lead to Lorelei’s capture were erased. It was quite simple, really. Lorelei wished for them to be gone, and gone they were.
A smirk found its way to Lorelei’s lips, and she let it take control. It felt good. She had never smirked before - there was nothing nice about the ‘orphanage’. Tapping her foot to imaginary music, Lorelei walked off carelessly, but not so careless that she forgot to mislead her captors. Would be captors.
October 25th, 2008 at 10:57 am
Oh yeah, and rate, please. I’d love to know what you think.
October 25th, 2008 at 2:08 pm
Um okay, I don’t have anything against your story. Good job on the grammar, making an effort to put the indents in.
Question: these girls, are they humans or fairs or some kind of aliens?
Also: how is it possible that people can magic up food?
Again, go ahead, continue it.
October 25th, 2008 at 2:55 pm
I think it is AWESOME! You must update! Usually I write more than this on my first comment on a story, but this is just so mysterious and wonderful and (I think) original, that I don’t know what to write!
To artymon: It is obvious that these girls are not normal humans, nor are they normal fairies. Maybe they can do things that most People can’t.
October 25th, 2008 at 3:24 pm
Okay, a reasonable explanation. Mon Dieu! Are you thy arthur in disguise?!?!?
October 25th, 2008 at 3:33 pm
Cool story! Update OR ELSE
If you don’t continue I’ll throw a chicken at you.
October 25th, 2008 at 4:27 pm
Yes, that’s what we’ll do….
*Artymon runs to supermarket, buys ALL poultry products*
October 25th, 2008 at 7:24 pm
Update!!!!
Hey, gimme some of that chicken!
*Chucks at helen for not updating*
Woooooooh!!! BTW how do you make a l’il devil smiley?
October 25th, 2008 at 11:18 pm
: twisted : is
except no spaces between the ‘:’ things. So, we’ve moved on from the cookies to chicken eh? Am I some sort of chef? *looks at life ambitions* Ah, not yet, but it’s on the list apparently .
Okay, I shall get a….a….hmmmmmmm GAH! I know I know!!! I shall hire someone to ‘motivate’ Helen into updating. Who you ask? I shall give you three hints:
She is blond.
I’ve been told she is supposed to be a musician.
She has the most annoying name, it also rhymes, which adds to it.
Can you guess who or more accurately, what?
October 26th, 2008 at 2:45 pm
No. I cannot.
I also wanna pelt Helen with a chicken. In this case, a big, greasy, fried chicken. ‘:’
Did you know, Helen put this up yesterday, and she didn’t update for 24 hours!!! I know. Shocking! How could she do that?
And, artymon? Leave some poultry products for me. Like I said, I also wanna pelt Helen. Or chuck something.
Wait, wait, wait.
Maybe throwing a creamy, sticky, and erm, tasty cake would persuade her better a chicken. Especially if that chicken happens to be frozen.
Muahahaha!!! ‘:’
October 26th, 2008 at 2:57 pm
Hey. You guys are so eeeviilll.
If you keep threatening me, I will not update. *Pouts* Period.
And for your information, Belledonner, I do NOT like creamy and sticky cakes. I do like tasty cakes, though. And never ever chuck a frozen chicken at me, cause I’ll chuck it right back, and I can hit a lot harder than you want.
And, who is that blondie you’re talking about, artymon? Please tell me. I’ll even let you (and you alone) throw a creamy sticky cake in my face. And maybe pelt me with a chicken that IS NOT FROZEN.
I said maybe.
artymon, I encourage you in buying and getting rid of EVERYTHING that the Arty Fowl fanfiction can pelt, hit, throw, or chuck at me. And by getting rid, I don’t mean pelting, hitting, throwing or chucking them at me.
Just don’t let Belledonner have them, please. I go to the same school as Belledonner, and I’ve learned that she can hit really REALLY fast and hard.
I’m SERIOUS.
Suffering because of all the bruises you guys gave me by pelting, hitting, throwing, and chucking cakes or chickens at me,
~Helen
October 26th, 2008 at 3:59 pm
Really? You personally know peeps from here? Interesting….
The million dollar question: WHO THE HECK IS THIS ‘BLONDE’ THAT CRAZY ARTYMON IS TALKING ABOUT?!!??!!??
The answer: Hanna Montana
Yay! Now I get to throw a chicken at you! *Artymon runs to supermarket, buys every single poultry and cake product, is crossing a street to get back, gets int an ‘accident’, I get hired to take Artymon’s–er–never mind*
Moving on….
Now, make an update, or I will be forced to………………………bake_you_a_cake (yes it used to stretch off the page.)
I know, I’m have a crazy obsession with that…
Anyone who will use the chicken or cakes I bought to have Helen upload more can have my cakes and poultry products for free.
My current riddle: A man is dead on a table, surrounded by 53 Bicycles. How did he die?
My quote of this moment: If someone throws a brick at me, I can catch it and throw it back.
October 27th, 2008 at 2:21 pm
Update, update, so non of pelting, hitting, throwing, and chucking cakes or chickens at me. I still have the bruises. *Makes pitiful puppy face*
October 27th, 2008 at 7:42 pm
Hey!!! I invented that trick! oops.
Eheh, forget what I just said. We need something new to whack helen with… how about… BANANA CREAM PIE!!!!!!!
October 27th, 2008 at 7:49 pm
Yes *rubs hands together like that one time he did before* yes zat is de perfect plan!
*Artymon runs to supermarket, buys ALL cream pies in existence, gives them to anyone who will use ‘em to make Helen update faster unfortunitely, Artymon did’t pay the gut who types when he is gone and the gut who types when he’s gone(me)—eh—never mind I plead the fif!*
October 27th, 2008 at 7:56 pm
Okay, I didn’t c u had updated. An idea? Loreli enchnts the bodies she knocked out (wow) and has them escort her off? Something like that. And, silly person, chickens are for kids!
WE at Artemis Fowl Fan Fictio get what we want via computer viruses. Muwhahahahaaha!
—still a crazed one, Artymon
Post Script: Sorry, Editor, about the double post.
October 28th, 2008 at 1:18 am
Update again! Or I shall throw prunes at you! Muhahahahahahahahaha! I am soooooooo evil!
October 28th, 2008 at 1:44 am
Nein nein nein! We’re using banana cream pies! But I suppose prunes have their benefits….
October 28th, 2008 at 8:48 am
AHHH! Help! But I have been helping out my friend, so don’t blame me!!!
October 28th, 2008 at 8:49 am
Sorry, I’m Helen in my friend’s account.
October 28th, 2008 at 2:08 pm
Hello??? I love prunes, so throw all you want. Yum yum. *licks lips and grins evil grin at you all*
October 28th, 2008 at 11:30 pm
Would someone please come up with something new to bombard helen with?
Also, I’m 5 hours behind the time on this website, so it looks like I’m online in the middle of the night.
October 29th, 2008 at 12:59 am
Same here, Miasaki. And something new? How about rotted putrid fish?
October 29th, 2008 at 12:53 pm
Oh, yuck!
Anyway I updated a bit just now, or something. I got no more time today, so no update today. Sorry, and don’t pelt, hit, throw, and chuck anything at me.
Seriously.
I’m gonna update tomorrow, though, cause my exams are ending. Yeah, it DOES end tomorrow, so - OOPS. Sorry. I have a check-up tomorrow, cause my spine’s a bit curved, or something.
Nevermind.
I’ll update soon, or you’ll pelt, hit, throw, and chuck stuff at me.
Bye.
November 1st, 2008 at 2:21 am
list of foods i found to pelt helen with if she doesn’t update:
Ham, blueberry muffins, pomagranet juice (STAIN!!!) tuna salad, squid/octapie, assorted clams and shrimp, escargot, Eggplant, bok choy, maple syrup (courtisy of Canada), onions, boiled carrots, more raisins, peas (IN the can!), oysters, pea soup, a HUGE mound of lime green gelatin, brussle sprouts, beets, rhubarb pie, eggs(splat!), mushroom chowder (gag), lima beans, chopped liver and… GREEN ONIONS!!!!!!!!!!
November 5th, 2008 at 8:20 am
begging you, please, no more pelting!!!
November 6th, 2008 at 12:21 am
Sorry, but I felt random that day and listed all that. Artymon, AF rules, and Belldonner, please read that last comment and come here to get your pelting materials.
November 6th, 2008 at 2:19 am
Will do Miasaki. Helen, YOU DECEIVED US!!!!!!!!!
I thought there was an update, but no those blasted teachers dared to give you exams!??!!?!?!?!?!???????????
I shall visit your school and ‘take care of business.’
Then, I shall go back to what I always do!
Me: Aren’t you gonna say what it is?
Artymon: Well, you know what I’m talking about…
Me: Doesn’t mean everyone else does…
Artymon: Too true. Right, After meeting with your teacher, Helen, I shall TRY AND TAKE OVER THE WORLD!!!!!!!!
Brain: As if! I am proclaimed ruler!!!
*The Brain starts to chase Artymon around.*
Artymon: Fill-In, do me a favor and throw food at Helen!!!!
Me: NO! You don’t pay me enough!
Artymon: Alright! Fine! I raise your salary by a quarter!
Should I?
November 6th, 2008 at 11:28 pm
Unlike some people, I shall give positive feedback to Helen in this next sentence! Great story Helen, I love it! Okay sentence is over (starts to throw brussel sprouts at Helen via Miasaki)
Their Pinky and the Brain, Their Pinky and the Brain, one is a genius, the other’s insane, before each night is done, their plan will be unfurled, by the dawning of the sun, they’ll take over the world! Their pinky, their pinky and the brain brain brain brain brain brain brain brain brain brain brain brain, NARF!
November 7th, 2008 at 10:04 am
Oh. You guys are seriously insane. You definitely need a really good phsychologist. Never mind, Helen shall find you a very good one!
Which is, me!
I hope you don;t mind looking at only pink things for about a year!
(Pink has been proven to drive people crazy! Yes, really. I asked my teacher, and she said it was pink. Anyway, please don’t start thinking that pink’s my fav colour. It is sooo not. Blck’s my fav.
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November 8th, 2008 at 2:23 am
helen, look who’s talking! refering yourself as a third person is one of the first signs of mental instability.
November 8th, 2008 at 1:54 pm
Sorry! WAIT.
Why do you keep saying we are insane??? As in, me + artymon. Well, artymon is the REALLY insane one. With lotta phsychology probs.
November 8th, 2008 at 4:24 pm
No argument.
November 11th, 2008 at 1:46 pm
I know. And I hate pink.
November 13th, 2008 at 2:57 am
Wow, that was random. Artymons cookies taste like dog food. (I should know)
November 13th, 2008 at 3:12 am
Yes, supposedly. I have to ask one question though?
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November 13th, 2008 at 3:17 am
Warum rot?
Ich weis nicht.
And, why did my comment disappear so quick? Is an Editor creeping around, stealthily stalking us and deleting our comments?
This is MMK… to answer your question, if you and an editor are online at the same time, and you post a
stupidrandom or pointless comments, yeah, an editor might get rid of it pretty quickly.November 13th, 2008 at 3:45 am
Yes.
November 14th, 2008 at 5:17 pm
You guys are crazy!!!!!!! Helen Please update your story. I like it. I am not like artymon P.S. Artymon your crazy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
November 15th, 2008 at 3:39 am
I’m sorry, but it’s true.
November 15th, 2008 at 3:46 am
Too true.
Fact: Artymon is crazy.
Opinion: Helen should update.
Why?
A nutcase (Artymon) is running loose, he happens across your story, likes it, wants to see more, he might turn up, if, say, you fail to upload chapters fast enough.
November 15th, 2008 at 3:49 am
It’s true!!! He planted a bomb in my closet!!!!! It still stinks in there!!!
November 15th, 2008 at 10:02 am
I really pity you, Miasaki. I should update soon to prevent it from happening to me…
Hey, doesn’t crazy artymon read my other stories? I updated those!!!
Please no stink bombs, please.
November 15th, 2008 at 3:08 pm
Hmmm. No, I have not. But, I guess I’ll take a look.
December 24th, 2008 at 2:13 pm
I updated!!! FINALLY!!! So you guys don’t get to pelt moi with whatever anymore!!!
December 28th, 2008 at 1:39 am
the update was good, and I like the ending. I would pelt you with various rotten food, but the leader of the food throwing is gone. Nobody else is in the spirit of it without our crackpot on site!
I will be sooo mad if this doesn’t post!
December 28th, 2008 at 8:44 am
Funny i havent commented this yet, i wonder ehy, it’s so cool. Fave charaters, Artemis, and Lorelei, ooo, coolio.
January 16th, 2009 at 2:59 pm
Yeah, but wonder why no one ever reviews this anymore, maybe it’s kinda too old? Or maybe I haven’t been updating enough.
March 30th, 2009 at 6:52 am
UPDATE OR YOU’LL FIND BUUTLER AT YOUR FRONT DOOR GOT IT?!?!?!?!?!?!?
March 30th, 2009 at 9:01 am
Uh, yeah. *Pears at name* Why does that name seem SO familiar?
Okay. Update.
March 30th, 2009 at 6:41 pm
which name?
March 31st, 2009 at 2:41 pm
YOUR name…
April 12th, 2009 at 8:38 pm
Ally Kat? Why would it seem familiar???
December 31st, 2009 at 9:39 am
Never mind then. If Butler comes I’ll just hide somewhere he can’t squeeze into. Updated. Re-vamped. I need a beta, please apply, *PUPPY EYES*
December 31st, 2009 at 9:43 am
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December 31st, 2009 at 2:56 pm
Wow finally!
I’ve been waiting ages…though for some reason I never seemed to have commented…
January 1st, 2010 at 8:26 am
Hehe, lazy… I’ve got chapter 4 on my computer now, so I just need a bit more persuasion to end it.