Morpher01
Bewear my power
A combined world
I know Shadows of Fear isn't over, but I couldn't wait to do this fic.
NOTE: This isn't a Pokemon fic yet. Pokemon characters will appear eventually. Right now, this is what we have.
Prologue:
My name is Artemis Fowl II. Or Artemis Fowl Jr., whichever you prefer. Either way, you may address me as Artemis.
It has been several years since I had my memory restored after it had been wiped by the fairy people. I was about to commit yet another crime in my crimimal career. However, this time, it did not involve the LEPrecon police units of the fairy world known as Haven.
This time, it involved my own world, the human world. Or as the fairy people would refer to it as, "the Mud Men world"
Despite my intelligence, I have still not been able to figure out why the fairy people call us all "Mud Men".
But, back to my crime. I was about to steal a gold statuette from a museum of rare finds. The statuette was worth approxomatly $4, 579.
I will enjoy that kind of money.
My large Russian bodyguard, Butler, was also my most trusted partner-in-crime, as well as a good...friend. His head is shaven, and he looked like he was 58 years old.
In truth, he was made that way by an LEP operation.
A captain of the LEP, Holly Short, had used a Neuro 2000 laser to extract a bullet from Butler's body. The surgery had a rather strange side-effect: it took 15 years off of Butler's life.
However, that did not matter to Butler. He was much tougher than to just let age claim him. He had once taken on the most dangerous fairy creature, a Troll, and lived to tell the tale, which is very rare even among the fairy people.
I really must stop straying from the subject of my crime. I was suppossed to be meeting with three thieves, looking for work after their original gang, the K.L.A.W.W gang, had been disbanded. I wished to grant their wish for work.
I believe the hotel room I was currently in would not suit them very nicely. The room was large, but with all the random odds and ends that Butler and I had gathered, it was rather cramped. The walls were colored with yellow paint, and I had hung several paintings of my father, Artemis the first--who had also conducted a life of crime before he was abducted by the Russian Mafia--on the wall to cover some of the less...tasteful spots.
At last, I saw Butler squeeze his massive bulk through the door.
"Sir, the thieves are here. I may warn you, though: they look quite...unusal." he said.
"Thank you, Butler." I replied. "Bring them in."
Indeed, as Butler said, the thieves' appearances were quite a shock. The first one looked like a purple lizard, except that it stood on its hind legs and wore a green trenchcoat.
The second thief looked like a tiger: one that stood on its hind legs, wore a purple turban, and wore robes. He also seemed to wear a ruby on his chest.
The final thief was the most surprising: it was a large, red buffalo. It wore a large, brown toga, much like the romans did in 100 B.C. It even had a purple nose. It also had a large, wooden staff.
"You are three thieves looking for work." I said. "And, apparetley, you have heard of me."
"You bet we havo, daddio!" babbled the purple lizard in a french accent.
"What Dimitri is trying to say is, we heard about your father, and that you were continuing his legacy of crime. In every crime I've heard you commit, the police never caught you." said the tiger in some sort of Indian accent. "Ah, but we may as well introduce ourselves. The babbling lizard is Dimitri, I am Rajan, and the buffalo is Jean Bison."
"Hmmm." I said. It seemed that this "Rajan" was the intelligent one of the bunch, while "Dimitri" was the babbling idiot. I could not identify this "Jean Bison" yet.
"What are your specialties?" I asked.
"I swimo, yo-yo!" babbled Dimitri again.
"He means he can swim very well. I am very wealthy and popular. Jean Bison has train systems to carry loot." explained Rajan again.
"Nobody can stop my mighty Iron Horses!" Jean Bison said for the first time.
"He calls the trains 'Iron Horses"'." explained Rajan once more.
"Hmmm." I said again. These three may be useful thieves to help me establish a well-known crime industry. The only problem is that, because they were former members of a well known criminal empire, can I trust them?
*******
That's it for the prologue. Read, review and rate guys and gals!
I know Shadows of Fear isn't over, but I couldn't wait to do this fic.
NOTE: This isn't a Pokemon fic yet. Pokemon characters will appear eventually. Right now, this is what we have.
Prologue:
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My name is Artemis Fowl II. Or Artemis Fowl Jr., whichever you prefer. Either way, you may address me as Artemis.
It has been several years since I had my memory restored after it had been wiped by the fairy people. I was about to commit yet another crime in my crimimal career. However, this time, it did not involve the LEPrecon police units of the fairy world known as Haven.
This time, it involved my own world, the human world. Or as the fairy people would refer to it as, "the Mud Men world"
Despite my intelligence, I have still not been able to figure out why the fairy people call us all "Mud Men".
But, back to my crime. I was about to steal a gold statuette from a museum of rare finds. The statuette was worth approxomatly $4, 579.
I will enjoy that kind of money.
My large Russian bodyguard, Butler, was also my most trusted partner-in-crime, as well as a good...friend. His head is shaven, and he looked like he was 58 years old.
In truth, he was made that way by an LEP operation.
A captain of the LEP, Holly Short, had used a Neuro 2000 laser to extract a bullet from Butler's body. The surgery had a rather strange side-effect: it took 15 years off of Butler's life.
However, that did not matter to Butler. He was much tougher than to just let age claim him. He had once taken on the most dangerous fairy creature, a Troll, and lived to tell the tale, which is very rare even among the fairy people.
I really must stop straying from the subject of my crime. I was suppossed to be meeting with three thieves, looking for work after their original gang, the K.L.A.W.W gang, had been disbanded. I wished to grant their wish for work.
I believe the hotel room I was currently in would not suit them very nicely. The room was large, but with all the random odds and ends that Butler and I had gathered, it was rather cramped. The walls were colored with yellow paint, and I had hung several paintings of my father, Artemis the first--who had also conducted a life of crime before he was abducted by the Russian Mafia--on the wall to cover some of the less...tasteful spots.
At last, I saw Butler squeeze his massive bulk through the door.
"Sir, the thieves are here. I may warn you, though: they look quite...unusal." he said.
"Thank you, Butler." I replied. "Bring them in."
Indeed, as Butler said, the thieves' appearances were quite a shock. The first one looked like a purple lizard, except that it stood on its hind legs and wore a green trenchcoat.
The second thief looked like a tiger: one that stood on its hind legs, wore a purple turban, and wore robes. He also seemed to wear a ruby on his chest.
The final thief was the most surprising: it was a large, red buffalo. It wore a large, brown toga, much like the romans did in 100 B.C. It even had a purple nose. It also had a large, wooden staff.
"You are three thieves looking for work." I said. "And, apparetley, you have heard of me."
"You bet we havo, daddio!" babbled the purple lizard in a french accent.
"What Dimitri is trying to say is, we heard about your father, and that you were continuing his legacy of crime. In every crime I've heard you commit, the police never caught you." said the tiger in some sort of Indian accent. "Ah, but we may as well introduce ourselves. The babbling lizard is Dimitri, I am Rajan, and the buffalo is Jean Bison."
"Hmmm." I said. It seemed that this "Rajan" was the intelligent one of the bunch, while "Dimitri" was the babbling idiot. I could not identify this "Jean Bison" yet.
"What are your specialties?" I asked.
"I swimo, yo-yo!" babbled Dimitri again.
"He means he can swim very well. I am very wealthy and popular. Jean Bison has train systems to carry loot." explained Rajan again.
"Nobody can stop my mighty Iron Horses!" Jean Bison said for the first time.
"He calls the trains 'Iron Horses"'." explained Rajan once more.
"Hmmm." I said again. These three may be useful thieves to help me establish a well-known crime industry. The only problem is that, because they were former members of a well known criminal empire, can I trust them?
*******
That's it for the prologue. Read, review and rate guys and gals!
