Finally got some inspiration to post something! 😀
This story contains Artemis GENDERSWITCH, so if you don’t like this sort of thing, don’t read. I’m trying to exploit his personality from a feminine point of view. Manipulating canons is fun! BWAHAHAHA!
Artemis Fowl the second was a very deceptive creature.
At first glance, she was almost like any other prepubescent girl, with her pretty blue eyes, raven hair held up neatly in silver hairpins, and a mild Irish accent that could charm when she wanted to. Almost.
But the second you got past the initial novelty of the charisma of the young Fowl heiress, you could tell that Artemis wasn’t all just about her pleasant looks and her lovely voice. She possessed a brilliant mind unmatched by any other prodigy of the century. Who else but Artemis could have patented over fifteen inventions, all before he reached his teenage years? Who else but the young Fowl heiress could have beaten several chess champions in less than nine moves? Who else but she could have created several computer programs to hack into hundreds of Swiss accounts?
It was no wonder the other children had been afraid of her.
No one would have dared taunted the girl, whose father held a substantial amount of control in Ireland. Not to her face, anyway. But Artemis didn’t need the children or his teachers to tell them what they were thinking. It was painfully obvious in their eyes.
(Freak. Think you’re better than all of us, huh? Bitch)
If Artemis was truthful to herself, she would have admitted she would have held the same opinion in their shoes. But she was a Fowl, and Fowls were taught to lie and taught to deny, especially where the law enforcement was concerned.
But maybe she wouldn’t have to deny herself any longer.
Artemis held the brush to her cheeks, dabbing face powder furiously onto the surface of her skin. No, not enough…never enough…After a few more minutes of the repeated action, she put down the brush and picked up the mascara. This process went on for an entire hour, and by the time Artemis decided she was done, empty bottles of Angeline’s various cosmetics littered the bathroom, some toppled over and spilling their contents.
She didn’t like it. She didn’t like it at all. Who was this strange creature looking back at her in the reflection of the mirror? Who was this girl, with her blotchy face covered in toxic chemical products?
Artemis felt her fist ball up, and involuntarily strike the mirror, shattering it into a million pieces, each holding a separate reflection of the young Fowl reflected from all directions.
(Breaking a mirror is seven years of bad luck…Artemis)
Two hours later, Artemis Fowl the second was out standing in the rain.
She really didn’t know what to call it really, whether it was mercy or a chastisement. The rain pelting against her chemically lubricated skin certainly did sting—
—but it was worth it in the end, Artemis ruminated bitterly as the layers of foundation was rinsed away, leaving only her pale vampire-like features behind, and an exceptionally large puddle of water at her feet as well. Artemis looked down only to catch her reflection staring back at her.
Artemis settled for chastisement.
She never looked at a mirror the same way again.
Sorry if it’s not completely coherent D: I’m writing this at eleven in the evening, damn it. I need reviews, especially since this is my first Artemis Fowl story in a long while! I’m considering extending it, depending on the response that you guys give.
Thank you for taking the time to read! 🙂