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Artemis Fowl is not an idiot.
Far from it actually, he knew what his father was doing was wrong and wasnt supposed to happen.
Yet there he lays on the ground next to his bed, covered in bruises and with a broken ankle. Wheelchair forgotten on the other side of the room, Artemis was to tired and sore to crawl over to it. The thought about the rather random attack, he doesnt think he did anything to anger his father. He did not remember the beating itself exactly, it happend so quick-
Artemis was working on his plan to involve The People in his newest scemes. He intened to steal the freshest painting of an artist he admired for a long time. Artemis himself was probably the person behind half of the fan letters sent to Arlo Himmelbeer [made up] Exept... he posed as a fellow artist to impress Arlo and catch his attention. Like any normal person Arlo himself ignored letters from kids who dont know any better and/or sent the letter as a school project, those were weirdly common.
Coming back to Artemis, he himself personally disliked paper mail, howerer he was forced into it since no one knew Himmelbeer's email adress. Weirdly enough everyone knew his home adress- hence the letters.
He had recived information about Arlo's new painting from the artist himself, mainly because they were pen pals at this point and he trusted him enought to tell him something that was top secret since there were attempts to steal his works-in-progress and ever since Arlo kept his plans for the future to himself.
Little did he know he just screwed himself and his career (maybe not carrer but theres never enough clichè in the real world yknow?)
Allthough the original purpose of befriending Himmelbeer was to rob him immediately after, Artemis still felt bad for betraying the person he -at this point- knew so much about.
He was midway through his plan to break in when he felt a sharp pain hit the back of his neck as his head flew forwards, crashing into the plans he was working on just a minute ago, doubling the pain.
Despite the fire that had been lit on the back of his head and the growing bump on his forehead he turned his head towards his attacker-just in time to get a fist smashed straight at his nose, not necessarily breaking it but causing a nosebleed.
Artemis tasted copper which weirdly scared him more than the live attacker, now identified as his own father. It reminded him of his illness that causes him to cough blood and pass out around like once a week. While his mother tried to find an answer to whatever was happening to her Arty, no one knew what to think.
Artemis the First grabbed one of the handle of his wheelchair and flipped it, throwing his son roughly on the floor. Before he could crawl away his father powerfully stomped on his left ankle, which was the closest to him.
Artemis could hear a sickening crack before white molten lava worth of pain erupted from his ankle. He screamed, at least he would have if it wasnt for his fathers hand suddenly covering his mouth
-ah ah ah, no screaming in the house. You know the rules Artemis, your dont want to wake your mother do you? - He teased, letting go of Artemis sore jaw.
He sniffeld into his hand and nodded weakly, trying his best not to cry out from the throbbing comming from his foot.
-Thats right! Why do you think I came down here to your little hole of a room? Freak? -
He said while leaning into his ear, his voice turned into a whisper. Artemis could smell alcohol.
Ever since his ...dad came back from the russians he had been obsessed with his 'happy juice' as he liked to call it. He said its not something kids like him should know about. Which on itself is kind of ironic considering what hes doing right how.
He shook his head, he didint know why his father was here.
-Are you really that stupid? Do you think im an idiot? I know what your doing in this room of yours! -
He raised his voice slightly.
-I know your planning to escape! You think I cant see those blueprints?! -
Blueprints? What blueprints?
His eyes widened, the Himmelbeer house plan? If he thought about it, the do strucually look simi-
His thought proces was interupted by another, stronger wave of agony, he gasped loudly but stopped himself from screaming out loud. His parent, his father, the person thats supposed to prostect him... was practically standing on his most definietly broken ankle - smiling.
-With this little obstacle of mine im sure youll make it out in no time, isint that right Artemis? - he joked.
He was to terrified to answer in any way. His side hurt from the fall and his ankle throbbed worse than before.
There we flickering black spots in his line of vision, right before he passed out he saw his father calmly leaving his room like nothing ever happend.