Miwako was just an ordinary girl. Albeit a very smart girl. She had graduated from all the Ivy League schools by the age of ten. She was a mastermind in law enforcement, and she was excellent at combat. She was part-elf and part human. And now an Irish teenager was out for her. Someone by the name of Fowl…….

Miwako hurried home. It was dusk already, and she doubted the police would let ‘a child’ out after dark. Honestly. She quickly keyed in the code number and entered her home. She thought she heard a rustle in the bushes of her neighbor’s home, but that could just be a stray cat. She had training to do.

Artemis Fowl II peered out of the bushes. “Next time can you please choose somewhere where we don’t have to sit on the dirt?”

“You wanted to spy on the girl in the first place.”

“Only because her lectures online are rivaling mine.”

“And her stories.” Butler prompted. “That novel on the time traveling in history was well written and gave you a feeling as though you were there.”

“And it did not involve research whatsoever. Let’s make out move tomorrow, shall we?”

Miwako did not like the last case in court. Property damage wasn’t her speciality. As she walked down the sidewalk, she decided to take the alleyways. That would be easier. She moved quickly down the dark streets. Suddenly she crashed into someone, who then pierced her with a dart. Hypodermic. she realized before passing out.

Fowl Manor

Artemis Fowl instructed Butler to put the girl in the next holding cell. He would talk to her later.

Miwako’s eyes fluttered open. She took a quick look around the room. Nothing of any use. Unless you counted a bit of metal pipes to be useful. And anyways, she was bound to the cot. Her magic[elemental+self-healing] was of no use if she couldn’t move her hands.

“Glad to see you’re awake.” a cold voice said.

She whirled to see a boy around her age, wearing a dark suit and shades. Mirrored, too. She recognized the voice patterns. “Why am I here, Fowl?” she said in icy tones.

Artemis frowned. This girl wasn’t supposed to know his name. “How is it that you know my name?” he asked, circling the cot.

Miwako smiled. “I memorized your voice patterns ever since I was eleven.” She gestured to the bands confining her on the cot. “And can you explain this?”

Artemis had been too absorbed in the girl’s intelligence and….he had to admit…..she was pretty. “I’m sorry…what?”

Miwako pointed to the bands. “Can you please explain this?”

“We had to keep you tied down so you wouldn’t do anything.” Artemis explained. Miwako glared at him. Her blue eyes had suddenly turned from a soft blue to a hard one.

“As I would do something like that.” Artemis left the room, talking quietly into the walkie-talkie. She heard the words ‘extra-dose’ and ’sodium pentathol’. She had to get out. Soon.

Holly was extremely annoyed. Not only had that odius Fowl boy captured her, but now he was doing the same for others! She remebered seeing that girl that just came in. He was kidnapping Mud girls his age! Holly returned to smashing the bed against the floor. She would have to get her out later. And then they’ll mind-wipe her.

Miwako toyed with the bands. She could see how they worked, with a digital pad. She typed in every combination possible. The lock unlocked, leaving her untethered to the piece of metal. “I am getting out of here for good.” she whispered. She grinned maliciously as the door swung open. Too easy.

Holly was bashing the floor when the cell door swung open. “I’m not hungry!” she yelled, then stopped to see the person she was yelling at. “Miwako? What in Frond’s name are you doing here?”

Miwako blinked. It was Holly. “Fowl kidnapped me in Japan. We need to get out.” Holly nodded curtly.

“Can you use your half magic?” LEP referred to part People part human as halves, with an extraordinary mix of magic. She knelt on the ground and muttered some Gnommish. The cement cracked for a brown sliver of earth.

“Let’s go.” she said, walking for the door. Holly grabbed her shoulder. 

“You know that there might be a huge manservant outside there?”

“Oh yeah? Has he stuck his nose into anything that bites back with over ten years of training?” Miwako said, running out the door.     

Some other stories by kuyokiartemis:

• Opposite Twins Part I