Phase 1: Paranoid
“WHO was in my room?!”Artemis roared. Butler was concerned; it was not like his employer to lose his temper. He hadn’t had a screaming fit sense he was three. So, out of curiosity – and concern- Butler confessed.
“It was me, Artemis. I was in there this morning, cleaning your room like I always do.”
Artemis bristled. “Stay out of there.” Then he calmed down, and tapped Butler on the chest five times. “Please.”
Strange, thought Butler.
Butler wasn’t the only one to notice Artemis’s strange behavior. Mr. and Mrs. Fowl and Juliet were both beginning to notice, and even the neighborhood cats looked at Artemis in a funny way. And Holly was about to join the club.
She knocked on Artemis’s door. “Arte? Can I come in?”
“Holly? Is that you? Hold on, I’ll get the door.”
That is a very different mood and speech from when he kidnapped me, Holly thought. And then: He turns into such a jerk around me these days.
Artemis opened the door, and Holly gasped. He was in the process of rearrangeing his room- all the furniture was in rows, like isles at a grocery store. And then all of the objects on his desk were in rows, too. She watched as Artemis pushed the last corner of his bed into place.
“Well, do you like it?”
“Huh, wha- oh. Yeah. I do. Look, I just realized that I have an importaint meeting. Gotta go. See you sometime later.”
Holly sheilded as she walked out of the room. Something was wrong, like he had some sort of mental- wait. Holly knew this. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to remember. Atlantis…. Atlantis… Complex. Artemis Fowl, the greatest human mastermind, had a fairie mental disease.
Holly suddenly had a plan. She would sneak up into Artemis’s window, film his actions, and show them to Foaly.
Once outside his window, she placed started the camera built-into her helmet. Artemis was counting to five over and over on his fingers. Suddenly he stopped, and stared out his window. Almost as if he knew I was there, she thought.
“Holly, get away from here, and stop the camera. NOW!” His fists were cleched, and he looked ready to kill. “I knew I couldn’t trust you.”
This has a total of three chapters- I’m working on them- and this is also the one where I turn you all into ‘Pixies’. To become one, leave name, apperence, and things to whisper into Arte’s ear. Thanks!