15Don't touch that dial!
...Sorries. It's late night and I just finished an essay, which I'll have to proofread later. As I type this AN it is currently 1:28am. Anyways, here we are again. In the previous episode, Holly made a sudden reappearance in Amos's life. That's right; reapearance. Put a lot of emphaise on re. The way I'm taking this, I want to do something with Amos. But I'm like hesitant because he was a reputation to uphold. So I'm teethering back and forth. I think that's all I got to say. I don't want to ramble on and on and on and on and on... Plus, as I type this, I'm so close to smashing my head on the keyboard from sleepiness. If only you could see the mistakes I'm making while I type. Does my AN even get read? If you do, thanks and please excuse the rambles that started on the 12th sentence. Somewhere above these bold words.
I digress...a lot.
Disclamier: I own no rights to the Artemis Fowl series. Nothing, nada, nada. If I did (which I don't) *insert whatever prefence of changes you like here* What I do own (thanks to my brain) is my sadistic, moody, bastard child Amos. And Eric. And Jason. And K***.
I digress again.
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"You're as pleasant as ever." Holly said as she unshielded. She hovered to the ground, turning off the Dragonfly wings after she landed. Amos slyly covered Artemis with the comforter while she was distracted. Holly's eyes flickered to the movement. She hadn't been able to see who it was before. She was too busy sneaking into Amos's room to notice. Now though, she was curious. Amos simply looked at her, revealing nothing in his face.
"Holly, I was in the middle of something." Amos said, not hiding his annoyance. "What do you want?"
"Well, you sure are rushed." Holly said as she took of her helmet. She ran her slim fingers through her red hair, trying to get rid of helmet hair. Foaly's inventions were brilliant but he had yet made a helmet that wouldn't cause a severe case of helmet hair. She would always ask and he would just laugh. "I can't say hi?"
"No, you can't. The fair people of Haven City wouldn't want to say hi to their dirty secret." Amos snidely said.
"Actually, that's why I'm here." Holly said.
"And that would be…?" prompted Amos.
"Don't worry so much," Holly said. "Only Commander Root, Foaly, and I still know of your existence. But…" She hesitated as she looked at Amos. In the near darkness of his room, Amos bare skin held a slightly green tint to it. She stayed quiet as she tried to think of how she would phrase what she needed to say.
"Holly, let me tell him." Foaly's voice came from what seemed to be a watch on Holly's wrist. She looked at her transmitter and quickly pulled up the holographic screen. Foaly's face suddenly appeared. Amos could hear the quiet whir of multiple computers in the background.
"Tell me before I go down to Haven City and hurt you." Amos threatened.
"Wow, you sure are testy." Foaly said. Holly sighed and shook her head.
"Just because you're miles underground doesn't mean you're safe from him," Holly said. "Tell him before he gets mad past the point of no return."
"Yes, well, about a week ago someone managed to hack into my computer. Whoever did it only looked at one file," Foaly said. "I don't need to spell it out for you." Amos glared at Foaly, immediately realizing what he meant. There could only be one person out there that would want to know information about him. Or that could hack into Foaly's computer. The very same person who created him for her own purposes then abandoned him. If he was years younger perhaps as young as the day Holly took him away from his mesmered family, his room would've been ruined or utterly wrecked. As it was, the magic he held merely surged over his skin, years of control holding back the onslaught of his destructive magic.
"Where is Opal?" He asked.
"She's still in Haven somewhere," Foaly said. "But maybe not for long now that she knows."
"We're certain that she'll contact you," Holly said. "We felt that you should know." Amos tsked and looked from Foaly to Holly.
"Thank you for the tip." He said a bit sarcastically. His day just went from great to shitty in less than a minute. "Now, leave."
"No," Holly said, walking closer to Amos. "I've been assigned to keep you company. Opal cannot contact you." Amos chuckled and crossed his arms across his chest.
"I don't need to be watched over. I know how to—"
Holly cut him off. "Amos, we know you can control that magic of yours but you still have a mental connection to her. Jeez, I'm not good at psychology," She gestured with her hands then gave up. "But she has that connection to you; as your creator. We don't know what she's going to do but we do know she might want to take you back once she discovers exactly how…"
"Lethal, dangerous, deadly, powerful, crazy, take your pick, Holly." Foaly said, supplying her with apt words that he felt describe Amos perfectly. Holly rolled her hazel eyes and focused her attention back on Amos.
"Either way, she's going to want you back." Holly said.
"I can defend myself," He said as he stared at Holly. Holly groaned in frustration and turned her back on him. "Thick-headed troll." She mumbled, slowly rubbing her temples. He's changed but he's still kept that stubbornness of his.
"Move over, Foaly." Holly and Amos looked at the holographic screen still floating in the air. Foaly's face disappeared and a second later Julius Root was staring at Amos. He looked at Holly before he finally settled on Amos. Amos grinned and gave him a mocking salute.
"Good to see you again, 'Papa' Julius." Amos teasingly said, sitting back down.
"It's Commander Root to you. What's taking so damn long?" He asked to Amos and Holly.
"I don't need Holly watching over me." Amos immediately said. The reunion was slowly getting on his nerves and he wanted to be left alone with Artemis again. Julius grunted and sternly glared at Amos.
"Holly is going to stay there until this whole Opal issues blows over. If you want to kick and scream, I'll gladly drag your ass back to your 'room'." Julius said, attacking under the belt and quickly getting to the point. Amos quickly glowered at Julius, remembering the sterile room with much hate. "My point has been made. Holly, I want you to keep an active line with Foaly at all times." With that being said, Julius left the screen. Foaly trotted back into the screen, looking in the direction Julius left.
"He truly is a man of few words." Foaly said.
"I heard that, you paranoid centaur!" Julius voice was heard in the background among the whir of many computers. Holly snickered and once again looked at Amos.
"So it's final." Holly said, triumphantly planting her hands on her hips. She shrugged of the Dragonfly model and set it aside, propping it against Amos bed. She peered at the body Amos had covered. She could see dark hair but not much else. She quickly glanced at Amos, who was busy fuming over Julius words, and stealthy stepped closer to Amos, moving at an angle until she could finally see the face. "Oh my…"
Amos snapped out of his mind and looked at Holly. She gave him a surprised look then looked back at the sleeping face of Artemis. The bed shifted as Artemis started to slowly wake up. "Hide." He said. Holly quickly shielded and cut off the transmission with Foaly, who was in mid-sentence. She backed up into the far corner as she watched Artemis sit up. Amos turned towards Artemis, watching him carefully as Artemis yawned.
"Artemis, you should go home now." Amos said. Artemis yawned and rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand. He yawned again and realized he was yawning too much. He hadn't felt tired before. He glared at Amos, as much as he could while still feeling sleepy, then looked away.
"I don't understand you," Artemis said. "You ask me over, apparently mesmered me as well, then you ask me to leave?" Amos smirked and leaned close to Artemis, brushing away a lock of dark hair near Artemis's ear.
"I have no problems if you want to stay..." Amos said, subtly suggesting things with his eyes. Artemis shook his head and quickly stood up, away from Amos.
"I'll leave." He said, heading for the door. As he grabbed the doorknob, Artemis expected Amos to speak up or at least hold him back but he didn't. Amos said nothing, which was unusual. It made him want to look back. Artemis shook his head, getting rid of the urge as he quickly opened the door and left before his body could betray him. The door closed with a click and Holly unshielded.
"Amos, how do you know Artemis?" She asked, nearly demanded. Amos ignored her. He stared at the door, where Artemis stood just a moment ago. He silently stood up and walked past Holly.
"You're more than welcome to go anywhere you want but, for now, I want to be alone." He said. Without waiting for a response from Holly, Amos left his room. He walked down the hallway, towards the room at the opposite end of the hallway. Amos entered without knocking, practically startling Eric off of his bed. Eric stood up, suddenly worried.
"Amos?" He asked. Amos didn't reply. He quickly walked towards Eric and pulled him into a fierce kiss. Amos roughly pulled off Eric's shirt, causing some of the buttons to pop away. There wasn't time to take care; not at this moment. Everything was moving just fine at his own set pace. Now…it wasn't. Amos pushed Eric back onto the bed, falling with him. Eric wrapped his arms around Amos's neck. He felt Amos's hand working on his pants, skipping all his usual foreplay. Eric held his breath, knowing what was going to happen as Amos slid Eric's pants off. Even though he knew what was next, it didn't necessarily lessen the pain as Amos roughly penetrated him. He screamed as near blinding pain tore through his body. He tightly wrapped his arms around Amos's neck, resisting the urge to wipe away a few stray tears. Amos held him closer as he thrust in deeper, momentarily forgetting about what he just learned, what he could've gained from Artemis, basically forgetting about himself as he concentrated on Eric's body; his screams and whimpers, the intense heat, and the pure raw feeling of control.
On the car ride to school in the morning Amos was quiet again. It wasn't unusual for Amos to be quiet but Eric noticed it was a different kind of quiet. Something was obviously bothering Amos but he wouldn't say. Eric glanced at his lap debating if he should ask what was wrong or not. Amos noticed but he left Eric alone. The car slowed down, parking in front of the front entrance of the school. Amos quickly left the car, saying nothing to Eric, and disappeared through the front doors of the school. Eric stepped out of the car and moved away as the car drove away. Jason was just getting out of a black BMW. He spotted Eric and walked towards him.
"Morning," He said. "There's something off with Amos."
"I think he's upset." Eric said. They walked towards the front entrance of the school together.
"I vote he's pissed off." Jason countered.
Eric shook his head, "When he's angry, he'll show it," From experience Eric knew when Amos was angry. At the moment he wasn't angry. Angry was destructive. This was something else. Eric sighed and stretched his back. "You better stay away from Amos today."
"Should I tell the others?"
"No," Eric said with another shake of his head. "If they're too dense to notice Amos isn't himself, let them handle whatever hell he gives them." Jason chuckled as he walked a few steps in front of Eric. The large hallways were still empty. Only a few students had classes at seven in the morning.
"You look so innocent with your baby blue eyes, brilliant blond hair, and compact size but underneath all that, you're a bitch." Eric smiled and pushed past Jason to his locker.
By the afternoon word had quickly spread of Amos' bad mood. Amos himself hadn't heard the whispers in the hallway. He mainly stayed in the library the whole morning. No one tired to kick him out of the library; not even the student-teachers. Around noon, he became sick of staring at the mahogany shelves and bland colors of brown. After the bell signaling the first lunch period Amos chose to wander the hallways. He exited the library via the first floor entrance. The hallways of Saint Bartleby's school of Young Gentlemen were more like the hallways of luxurious five star hotels. His footsteps echoed around him and all the while he kept his mind blank of all thoughts. As he turned the corner, not paying attention to where he was going, he nearly collided into a hall monitor. The hall monitor jumped back in time and then fixed his gaze on Amos.
"Where's your pass?" He asked. Amos looked at him. He recognized him. Kyle Métier, the son and heir of the Métier hotels catering to the rich and powerful. Amos stared at Kyle with his dark analyzing eyes. Kyle wasn't bad looking. He was lean and had a strong build with a head of dark curls. "Did you hear me?" He asked Amos, completely oblivious of Amos scrutiny.
"Do I need a pass, Kyle?" Amos said, smiling.
"No pass, eh? Then I'll have to write you a slip." Kyle pulled out a small pad from his pants pocket and a pen from the other front pocket. Amos smirked and stepped closer to Kyle. He grabbed the pad of detention slips and tossed it aside as he pinned Kyle against the wall. Kyle eyes hardened as he stared at Amos.
"Let go of me." Kyle demanded. Amos tsked as he slipped one of his legs in between Kyle's leg.
"No." Amos replied, his voice almost dripping in enough magic to subdue a rabid bull. Kyle had no chance of even think about resisting as he was immediately under the influence of Amos's mesmer. His eyes relaxed as Kyle waited on Amos words. Amos smiled sadistically as he stroked Kyle's cheek. "You're life is perfect. You've been feed with a silver spoon and golden fork. I want you to destroy it." Amos said, speaking clearly.
"…I…"
Amos clamped a hand over Kyle's throat, pouring more magic into his mesmer. "Destroy your reputation. Tear it apart. Do you want to make me happy?" Amos asked, staring directly into Kyle's eyes for a full effect. Kyle nodded eagerly. "Then ruin yourself to the point of no recognition." Amos backed away and watched as Kyle slowly blinked his eyes a couple of times. His eyes passed over Amos as he seemed to have completely forgotten why he stopped Amos. He turned the corner from the corridor just as Artemis appeared from the same hallway. Amos smiled and took a step forward but Artemis backed away, just out of reach.
"Why did you mesmer him like that?" Artemis asked, having heard everything. If given a choice, Artemis would've financially stripped Kyle of everything he had. Artemis had would have had some legit reason. Amos just did it out of pure cruelty. Amos grinned and quickly stepped closer to Artemis as Artemis quickly stepped back in a hurry. He stumbled over his feet as he tired but Amos caught before he fell. Amos roughly pinned Artemis against the wall as he kissed him. Artemis struggled against Amos, twisting his wrist in an attempt to free them. Amos merely smirked at Artemis attempt to free his hands as he held both of Artemis's wrists in one hand above his head and used his other hand to tilt up Artemis's face. Artemis pursed his lips as Amos kissed him. Again, Amos smirked at Artemis's attempts and slipped a knee in between Artemis legs.
He grinded a leg against Artemis's groin, making him gasp at the sudden friction. Artemis attempts of freeing his wrist from Amos were weakening as Amos devoured his lips. As a last resort, Artemis bit down hard on Amos's tongue. Amos backed away quickly, not from the pain but from the fact that Artemis actually bit him. Amos touched the tip of his tongue and saw his fingertip come back red. Artemis was breathing heavily as he glared at Amos. He felt Amos' blood on his lips and he wanted to get rid of the taste of blood in his mouth but he didn't move. He kept his cautious eyes on Amos.
Amos stared at Artemis, taking in his defensive stance. They both knew Amos could easily overpower him if wanted to. Artemis knew that but he still kept his body tense and ready. He was just buying time until the bell rang. He figured Amos wouldn't do much if there were others watching. Artemis waited and it unnerved him how Amos just stood completely still. He wasn't smiling or grinning as he usually was. He seemed almost hurt. But, that was impossible. Artemis didn't bite him that hard and Amos, in Artemis's opinion, was the type of person who laughed at petty emotions similar to being sad or hurt. Finally Amos did something. He walked away without saying a word.
Artemis stared at him in certain disbelief. He still didn't relax. He expected Amos to turn around and flash that devious grin of his. Amos didn't turn around once. He heard people walking down the corridor beside him and Artemis relaxed until he heard Eric's voice. He was talking with someone and as they rounded the corner Eric stopped. Artemis instantly recognized the person beside Eric. Jason Weskot, son of a European ambassador. Eric looked at Artemis and then spotted Amos just as he turned at a corridor further ahead.
"Is that…blood?" Jason asked. Eric ignored him as he glared at Artemis.
"What the hell happened?" He asked. Artemis wiped his lips with the back of his hands and returned Eric's glare with his own.
"I don't need to tell you." He said, brushing him off. Eric growled and launched himself towards Artemis. He grabbed Artemis by the collar of his shirt and roughly pushed him against the wall. The back of Artemis's head hit the wall with a sickening thump. Artemis gasped as the pain flooded his vision with stars.
"I don't know what the hell you just did but you'll regret it."
"Regret what!? Amos attacked me!" Artemis shouted. He pulled at Eric's hands and found out Eric was surprising strong for his size. Eric released Artemis and Jason quickly stepped up to hold him back. Eric growled but didn't struggle against Jason's hold on him.
"I don't care what Amos thinks. You might as well have kicked a puppy in the face. Amos…he…," Eric stopped talking as he was too flustered and appalled to speak. He looked at Artemis was if he was scum of the universe. "Ignorant bastard." He sneered. He brushed Jason off and ran after Amos. Jason sighed and walked after Eric after giving Artemis a quick apologetic glance. Artemis sighed and gingerly touched a sore spot on the back of his head. He winced at the slightest touch. Artemis sighed once more and he slowly made his way to the nurse's office for a pack of ice. The bell rang and soon the hallways were filled with other students. Artemis quickly disappeared among his fellow classmates. Meanwhile, on the other side of the corridor in a dark closet, Amos was taking out his frustration on a more-than-willing Eric. With the appearances of Holly and the others, the news of Opal's discovery of him and the uncertain chance that she might actually contact him, and Artemis, Amos wasn't having a good day. He growled as he kissed Eric harder, tearing Eric's clothes away. Artemis was a whole different problem all together.
For now, he would concentrate on Artemis.