The Ages of Darkness

[Holly Short]

Well, you asked for another fan fic, so here we go.

Artemis Fowl: The Ages of Darkness

Epilogue
What happened to Haven in this age? Why was there so much bloodshed in the streets that day? Only one can tell that story; I lived it, I smelled the blood that our officers shed, I watched them go down with humility and honor to serve their city. Was it a fun battle? No! The leftover of the B’wa Kell sent the our reinforcements into a severe plummet in the horror of that long and hard battle. We would’ve fought with more gusto and pride, but there was no point in losing what we had left for the sake of our pride. I stood in the puddles of fluids our brothers in the LEPrecon Special Forces. What a mess our city was in, what tragedy hit our city that day. Let the story progress, and you will know what happened.

Chapter 1: The Peace

Downtown Haven

Holly Short and Grub Kelp were patrolling an abandoned city block in an armored Magna-Strip van. The van was created for special patrol teams to enter the line of fire in; of course, this armored vehicle was more advanced than you could know, with the constant beeping and whirring of mechanical equipment. This vehicle was more advanced than the newest M1-A1 Abrams tank that the Army of the Mud People uses. A shell from a B’wa Kell demolition expert’s cannon could overturn it, but it would only have a blast mark from the projectile.

Holly put on a pair of night-vision goggles to check the dark alleyways; just to make sure that there wasn’t any goblins using graffiti on the walls of the buildings. Nothing there, just some piles of trash. Holly looked over at her passenger. “Status report, Corporal.” Grub winced because he was nervous and jumpy, thinking that there could be goblins anywhere. “Do you have to talk so loud? Honestly, I’m only two feet away from you.” The Corporal sulked as he ran an analysis on the computers of the armored van. Holly scowled good thing she was wearing he helmet, the expression on her face would’ve made Grub turn whiter than an unpainted statue.

“Why do you have to whine every time I talk to you? I wasn’t talking loud, just stern and commanding.” Grub opened his mouth to throw out a complaint. “Yes you were! You aren’t supposed to raise your voice at me, only Mommy can do that!” Grub’s lip stuck out like a dwarf walking around in public without buttoning his bum flap. Holly just rolled her eyes. “Keep your eyes open for anything suspicious, Kelp, otherwise I can just dump you out of this van, and if there are any goblins left, let the chase you back to Police Plaza.” Grub was worried, would he rather whine, or have goblins chase him, he decided to leave the whining out of the subject. “Nothing here, Captain Short. Just more piles of garbage.”

Holly sighed. “Looks like this patrol is over, we’ve done most of the city blocks, and no sign of any goblins. I’d better contact the Commander.” Holly pressed a button on the dashboard of the van, a voice came on the air, it was Foaly’s voice replacing Commander Julius Root’s voice. Foaly answered the communicator. “Foaly, speaking. How may I assist you?” The centaur said smugly.

Holly answered back. “Oh, Foaly. I have a question to ask; is it all right if the Corporal and me return to Police Plaza? We need Commander Root’s okay, right?” Foaly sighed. “It’s fine with me, although, he might throw a fit about it when he gets back from lunch.” Holly answered. “We’ll be back at headquarters ASAP.” Foaly signed off, Holly drove the vehicle with determination back to base. Then, Grub started whining again. “I’ve gotta pee! And there’s no bathroom!” Holly sneered. “You can hold it, Police Plaza is just a block away!” Grub continued to moan. “Please, hurry! I can’t hold it much longer!”

Holly wanted to think of something nasty to say back to Grub, but now wasn’t the time, nor the place. She didn’t want to be cleaning the van up after Grub’s mess. They made it to the Plaza, and for a miracle, Grub managed to hold it.

Police Plaza

Grub ran to the bathroom as fast as his legs could carry him. He finally got there, and for once, managed to hold his urine until he got to the bathroom. He emerged from the bathroom with a piece of tissue paper hanging from his foot. Grub sighed. “That was a relief! I almost didn’t make it!” Holly was walking down the hallway, she removed her helmet, just in time for Commander Root to yell on the P.A. “SHORT, GET IN HERE!” Holly answered to his “call” and hurried to his office. Ready for him to scream and watch the color of his face turn from nut brown, to red, to purple, to greener than a sprite’s behind.

[Chix Verbil]

"I've gotta pee!" ROTFL! Great opening! You're getting better and better. I can't wait to see what you bring on next.

[Holly Short]

Thanks. ^^ I'll try to start working on the next chapter.

[Holly Short]

Another chapter! Enjoy it!


Chapter 2: Temperament

Commander Root’s face was red as a ripened tomato fresh off the vine, before Holly even entered his office. His cigar butt was as red as his face. Holly cracked the door to his office. The whole room was filled with smoke, and Commander Root’s face appeared to be like a lighthouse in the thick fog on an oceanic night. He was on the verge of swallowing his fungus cigar.

He tried to manage his cool, but that was the Commander’s specialty. “Short, do you realize that your shift isn’t over for another thirty minutes? You’re a hopeless, lazy, bum that can’t tell time and doesn’t know when their little shift ended!” Holly squeaked a nervous squeak. “Commander, why would thirty minutes matter on a shift of searching the streets?”

The Commander’s face turned lava red and his temper got even worse. Holly could’ve sworn that there were a few veins popping out of his neck. “Thirty minutes matters, Short! You don’t get paid to do nothing and slack! I gave you a D’Ariviting job to do and you can’t even do it right!” Holly said nothing; she knew she couldn’t win in a verbal contest between her Commander.

He’d chew her up, and spit he out like one of his cigars. She just stood there, silent as a lamb. Commander Root disturbed her silence. “What do you have to say for yourself, Short?” Holly finally looked up and spoke quietly. “Resuming orders, sir. Won’t come back until shift is done, sir.”

Commander Root lit up another cigar, and wafted it in Holly’s face. “That’s more like it. You’re dismissed, Captain.” Holly was quite embarrassed that she didn’t fight with her Commander. Although, her father taught her: respect your superiors and elders.

She walked down the hall, only to run into one person: Chix Verbil. Chix was listening to some stupid, loud and booming Mud Man music, in his helmet, he slammed into Holly, and she fell to the ground. Chix took his helmet off, and pushed his sunglasses down onto his nose. Hey was delighted to see the female LEPrecon officer. “Captain, you’re mighty good looking today! Did you look this way just for me? By the way, what are you doing tonight?” Holly scowled at Chix, being that she hated his guts, although, she didn’t want anything to happen to him, and if he were to die, she’d like to kill him personally.

“None of your business, Private. I’ve got to return to my shift, and I have no time to put up with you.” Chix looked confused, everyone knows that you must talk slowly and enunciate around a Sprite. “What was that first part? And your eyes look dashing today.” Holly gave him a dirty look. “Do you even know what dashing means?”

Chix replied with gusto. “Nope, but it sure sounded good!” Holly rolled her eyes in disgust. Chix made another stupid comment. “I’ll call you!” Holly replied. “I’ll slam the phone down!” Holly continued down the hall, she went into garage for the Magna-Strip van she was driving. She contacted Grub on his communicator. “Corporal Kelp, are you coming. My shift isn’t over yet.” Grub sniffled into the microphone. “My shift is over! Why do I need to go for another round? Ask Chix to go!” Holly sighed and thought in her mind, good gods! Why do I have to bring Chix? She then switched the communicator to Chix’s channel.

“Chix, I need you.” Chix erupted in excitement. “I knew you would! You always needed me!” Holly clenched her fists in anger. “Shut up, Chix, and get over here! I need you for a patrol, not that type of ‘need you’!” Chix saluted as if he were in Holly’s presence. “On my way, my love!” Holly sighed. “Shut up, Romeo, and get over here, pronto!” Chix was suspicious. “Who’s, Pronto? Someone I should know about?” Holly replied. “Just get over here.”

Magna-Strip Van Garage

Chix rushed to the garage to see his beloved Captain. Of course, Holly didn’t think of Chix as being “beloved”, she thought of him being a pestilence that was constantly orbiting around Police Plaza and spread to the rest of Haven. Chix was basically the dim-bulb version of the Black Plague; spreading like a wildfire with stupidity instead of death and sometimes, his stupidity can almost get someone killed. He found Holly’s van; Magna-Strip Van 1517. He leaped in the van and threw his arm around Holly. “Hiya, Captain.” He said in his traditional smooth-talker voice. Holly curled her fist up, and punched him in the stomach. Chix immediately let go, he was really writhing in pain, but he was so stupid, he couldn’t tell.

Chix gasped due to the wind being knocked out of him, by the hook that the Captain thrust into his stomach. “You did it with love.” Holly sneered. “Just keep an eye out for goblins when we’re out of here. You know what mischief they can cause.” Chix was confused as a monkey sitting on a branch, with an empty banana in its hand. “What’s mischief mean? Is it another word for ‘I love you’?” Holly held her forehead in hand. “Just keep an eye out for trouble.” Chix thought he was smart for a moment. “Captain Kelp isn’t patrolling, he’s doing stuff with paper.” Holly snarled. “Never mind!”

The two drove out of the garage, Chix was busy styling his hair and spraying breath spray, while Holly was trying not to sock him in the gut again.

[Chix Verbil]

ROTFL! Awesome! You had me laughing the whole time. Chix is such a jerk, but you gave him some wicked funny dialog. Great job! Keep up the good work.

[Holly Short]

Thanks. I'll try to come up with somemore maybe tonight.

[Holly Short]

Chapter 3: Kill Zone

Holly started the ignition on the Magna-Strip van, it was even a challenge for her to start it up with Chix babbling and yammering on about things that don’t make sense. She drove out of the garage and started down the road into downtown Haven; a great place for crime. Chix turned to Holly and opened his mouth…as usual, “Captain Short, at least say you like me a little…nobody can resist this face!” Holly rolled her eyes and scowled, “I wouldn’t like you if you were the last creature under the earth, Chix…get it through your skull! Considering there’s nothing in it.” Holly said with a sardonic smirk on her face.

Chix replied dumbly, “What’s that supposed to mean? Big words confuse me, they scare me too…what were we talking about?” Holly just sighed, “Just look out for trouble…” Chix answered, his brain in a fog of stupidity, “I told you: he’s doing stuff with paper. Why do you keep asking about him? What’s he got that I ain’t got?” Holly pounded her head on the steering wheel. “Why don’t you just shut up and keep watch?” Chix gave her a clumsy salute, “Yeah, babe!”

As they drove through Haven, everything was pretty much peaceful; civilians were walking the streets, young fairies fiddled around with cell phones, and people ate the regurgitated food at Spud’s Spud Emporium. Holly and Chix drove down an alleyway it was filthy like most alleys in Haven. Chix’s annoying voice broke the silence, “You know, the food in these dumpsters tastes better than the crap we eat at Spud’s…” Holly glared at him “Keep quiet, Chix, I’m running some thermal scans, and the last thing we need is to be under attack.” Chix made a zipper motion across his mouth.

Just as Holly was running the scans, a flash of blue-white light slashed through the darkness of the alleyway, then the van rocked back and forth. The movement startled Holly, so she opened the door of the van and checked on the van to see what was going on. She saw something on the side of the van: a burn mark and a hole, the van had been hit with something she couldn’t tell what the hole was made by…but she knew something was fishy. Just as she was beginning to climb back into the van, a salvo of the same light came from the top of a building. Someone or something was stalking them…this made a creepy feeling shiver up Holly’s spine.

When she got into the van, a ball of the light hit her Achilles tendon. It burned and sizzled as it fried the tissue in the muscle. She yelped in pain, that brought Chix to her attention. “Now you’re trying to get my attention by yelping? You must really like me!” Holly sneered, “I don’t want you, idiot! My heel feels like someone stuck in a tunnel flare!” Just when she said that, a huge salvo of the light hit the armored van and melted through some armor plating, this wasn’t any laser or bullet, it was super-heated plasma. Holly started the van up again and drove it out of the alley as fast as she could make it go. Just as she was 20 feet from the exit of the alley, she saw something, a carbonized elfin skeleton. Her eyes bulged out of her head. It was fried completely, every flake of flesh, muscle and marrow was burnt and incinerated. Holly gasped, “Damn…Chix, we’re bugging out right now!”

“What’s going on?” Chix replied, some fear penetrating his “normal” annoying voice. Holly looked back at him, “One of our boys is dead, Chix.” Chix took his sunglasses off and his eyes widened, “Someone’s dead? Shouldn’t we bring them back to Police Plaza?” Holly shook her head, “No…it’s too risky, whatever hit me in the heel killed that officer, we’re bugging out and reporting to Commander Root ASAP.”