Okay. My first challenge entry. I think I did pretty darn good. 😀 R&R
Artemis Fowl was bored.
It was strange, granted, for him to be experiencing this alien emotion. Artemis did not believe in boredom. In his experience, there was always something to do, always some way to keep himself occupied. Math perhaps, or the Internet. He recently had been keeping himself busy with a new breakthrough concerning the cure for cancer. It wasn’t as complicated as some people thought–it only involved a few ounces of flour and tomato paste (as well as a highly illegal hydrogen component), and, in experiments with small animals, tumours would shrink within the hour. He wanted very much to make it public, but he couldn’t count on the reaction. What if he was denied? He, whose only desire was to benefit society (and occasionally pilliage it for amusement), would probably be denied as nothing save a young boy who wanted to have his fifteen minutes of fame. He hated that. Why, those–
Artemis stopped himself. He was digressing. Back on topic. The point being that occupation was a religion for him. But he still was bored.
Butler was sitting near him on the couch, cleaning a revolver.
“Butler,” Artemis murmured to his bodyguard, resting his pale face on his hand. He leaned on the soft, cool leather, but he was not content, not calm. “Need you hyperventilate so?”
“It’s important to breathe deep at all times, Artemis,” Butler grunted idly. “You never know when you’ll next take a breath.”
Artemis, feeling the need to nitpick, continued on. “And you know you don’t need to clean that revolver yourself. Why not get it cleaned for you?”
“Because I like to feel independent.”
Artemis couldn’t argue with that, so he simply blew a strand of raven hair out of his dull eyes and stared at the wall.
Sunlight streamed in from the huge windows that were on the wall and the skylight, casting dappled shadows on Artemis’s face. He sighed deeply. Life was so dull! He frowned in frustration. There must be some way to make himself useful!
The ring vibrated, and the throb traveled from his hand to his face. Artemis sighed and twisted the ring, extending his pinkie finger and thumb. “Holly?”
“Artemis.” Holly greeted him. “How goes it?”
Artemis voiced his frustrations. Holly was silent, uttering only an occasional “Hmm” to accompany his vent. When he was finally finished and had run out of steam, Holly spoke.
“Artemis, if you’re bored, why not go to the beach? You can pick up garbage or something.” She blew a disgusted sigh, which was accompanied by a static sound through the fairy phone. “Astonishing is the only word for the stuff Mud Men will throw away.”
Artemis was put off. Mostly because he should have thought of the idea himself. “Well, if you’re so smart, why didn’t you do that yourself?” he snapped. “It’s your day off.”
Holly laughed. Artemis was surprised by how tinkly her laugh sounded. Puberty, no doubt. “You’re mad because you didn’t think of that yourself.”
Artemis blustered, ”Well…what a preposterous thing to say! I…the nerve…”
“And another thing is, why do you keep track of my days off?”
Holly knew him better than he knew himself. Artemis frowned deeply. “Meet me there.”
“Whatever.” Holly laughed her infuriating tinkly laugh again. Then she hung up.
There was a beach near Artemis’s house. The water was crystal clear, untouched by the oil spill, but paper cans and glass bottles and the occasional tire floated by.
Holly admired the ripple and flow of the water. Why, of all things to destroy, did the Mud Men have to choose Earth? Their home, the planet that nurtured them. And they failed to see the beauty in nature.
The water rippled, and suddenly Artemis was by her side.
Holly jumped half her height into the air. There she hovered. She decided not to titter about the surprise. “New Hummingbird model,” she told him, pointing to her wings. “Best of the best.”
Artemis too admired the water. “It never ceases to amaze me how we manage to wreck everything,” he observed quietly.
Holly was startled. “I was just thinking that! I’m amazed too. This water is so beautiful. One oxygen and two hydrogen molecules to create one water molecule. Scientists know how to make it, but for some reason they can’t.”
“Even in Haven?”
“Not even fairies. We’re not so ahead of you, Mud Boy.”
The love of the water was something they shared, along with their eyes. Their eyes, which rippled along with the water. They stood beside each other for a long time, admiring shared thoughts and dreams. They didn’t talk; no words were needed.