How much more could he take?
By Ben Hickey / Spinebreakers Crew
Artemis Fowl I sat quietly. It seemed like the moon only left the sky for short periods of time now, before returning to whisk him away into a world of nightmares and terrible visions. He thought of his son and his wife frequently, and prayed that they would not come looking for him. The men who held him captive were not particularly desirable.
He worried for Artemis especially. Without a father standing over him, his life could be very easily ruined. Artemis seemed to crave independence, but he must understand that when he belonged to the Fowl family, independence usually got you killed. Butler would protect him, but he would be no substitute for a father.
The courts must have declared him legally dead by now. How would Angeline cope? She was never meant to belong in the world of crime. Artemis I often felt guilty about drawing her into this complicated, dangerous business. He knew she, of all people, didn’t deserve to be destroyed by matters beyond her understanding.
Artemis I wished that he could hear the soft lull of the sea stroking the shore. Any sound would be an improvement on the monotony of silence. The Russians certainly know how to wear you down, he thought to himself. He had learned many lessons in his life through experiences and meetings, but one lesson in particular stuck out in his mind. Trust the Russian mafia at your peril.
Through the small, dirty window, Artemis I could make out the moon squinting back at him through the dust on the glass. It seemed like minutes since their last meeting. He curled up on the hard, unforgiving stone floor and succumbed to his nightmares. Any hope of rescue was slowly ebbing away. How much more could he take…….