Artemis Fowl Fan Fiction ❯ Brand New Love Story ❯ Living Dead Boy ( Chapter 5 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

“Brand New Love”
-Written by Sleep Remedy
Disclaimer: Um, I thought we already went over this? Anyway, I do not own anything that originated in Eoin Colfer's head. That's totally his baby. However, this storyline is mine, as is evil Rapist man (He doesn't get to have a name, for the moment) and Remy. Those are totally mine!
Warnings: Um, well this is where Arty finally gets saved, so you can stop crying in your waffles about all the meanness happening to our poor little genius. Now, we shall slowly rotate back into Artemis' love life... Sigh, back to the romance, I suppose. I hate writing fluff. Good thing it's the easiest way to get to sex. :3

Chapter Five: Living Dead Boy
The Irish police circled around the perimeter of the Astoria Nuclear Power plant, a long abandoned facility. It was only a good 20 miles from the Fowl estate, so it was fairly remote, with the little proximity to nearby towns. Men in uniforms, with guns drawn and at the ready, cautiously circled around from checkpoint to checkpoint, marking each area as clear as they slowly worked their way towards the center of the plant.
Their objective was simple; Locate and protect the victim, Artemis Fowl, and detain his abductor, a man by the name of Corwin Mornsworth. An Englishman, Mornsworth joined the British Air force, then MI5 and was dishonorably discharged. Most of his information was blacked out, but there was enough there to know he was man to be dealt with carefully.
A good fifty to sixty armed men slowly trickled into the three different entrances of the facility, using the same tactics they had outside, meticulously scouring the plant for any signs of inhabitants. They found many indications, such as a cot and portable stove in one room and a suitcase full of nondescript dark clothing and basic living needs. There was definitely someone there, he just needed to find out who...
-Deeper within the plant-
“Seems our little play date is over,” the impostor said, pulling up his pants and checking his hand held computer once more to see how far the police had infiltrated. Sometime after gloating to me, his cellphone (or, so I thought it was) went off, immediately throwing him into action. The bumbling idiots calling themselves police had tripped a dozen or more silent alerts while entering the plant and had given their prey ample time to escape. Yet, their prey still stood there, staring at me so penetratingly. It was like I was nothing but a window that lead to nothing and he was simply admiring his handiwork in creating the great crack right through my center.
“Very sorry,” he whispered, smiling to himself, extremely pleased as I trembled. He leaned down and gave me a kiss on the cheek and told me how beautiful he thought I was. I looked down at myself. I was covered in blood. Not just between my legs, where it was dried and cracked, all smeared across my thighs. There were long trails of blood on my arms where the wire, still wrapped around my wrists, had broken and dug into the skin and on my sides where he had dug his nails in mercilessly. My face had long trails of blood making lines from my mouth and hairline (he had, at one point, grabbed my head and smashed it into the headboard). I did not feel beautiful. I felt like I looked like my heart, all broken and smashed and dirty.
Running his hands through my greasy unwashed hair and getting his fingers stuck where the blood had matted, he said his last farewell and left. Just like that. It could not just be done, could it? He could not just leave like nothing had happened and leave me here, could he? Was it over? It did not feel like it. It felt like I was still under his thumb. It felt like he was still violating everything everywhere all the time. It felt like nothing would be right again. Where was Butler? Where was Remy? I wanted to go home.
-Outside the Guard Quarters-
The leader of the four man group that had ventured into the guard and security portion of the facility waved his group forward. This was one of the last places they had to look and one of the most likely places they would find the boy or his captor.
With grim determination he approached the first door, noting that it was already partially open ant that there was soft sobbing coming from within. So, he had located the boy. Question was, would Mornsworth be inside as well? Or, rather, how bad of shape would the boy be in? He had been missing for three days. Most people would be dead by now.
With a small nod to the others in his group, they burst into the room, startling the small figure crouched on the filthy cot. He was the only one there. Somewhat taken aback, the commanding officer, slowly lowered his weapon, examining the poor child before him. It was fairly obvious what had happened to him, if not from the blood on his legs and the sheets of the cot, then from his skittish and terrified demeanor and his large haunted sky blue eyes.
Holstering his weapon, the man approached the boy with a caution, not wanting to spook him any further. There was really no need to scare him any more than he already was. Slowly, he reached out his hand, paused as Artemis flinched away and hid his face, then moved again to cup his face and slowly bring it up to wipe the blood from his face with a handkerchief. When Artemis' face had relaxed and his silent tears slowed a little, the commander turned and ordered his subordinates to contact the other teams and to get a medical team up to the guard room immediately. That, and to find something to cut the wire from Artemis' wrists. The bleeding had yet to stop and he could see that some of the wire had buried itself deep beneath the skin. He desperately hoped that the wound would not get infected, otherwise the boy might loose both hands.
-Local Hospital, Waiting Room-
Remy Vieuxville sat in the uncomfortable chair provided to him by the hospital and tried his best to remedy his uncomfortable feelings. Shortly after realizing what might have happened to Artemis, he had called the Irish police and informed them about his concerns for his classmate. They had, in turn, started an investigation into the location and condition of Artemis Fowl. Within 24 hours, they knew that he had been missing, quite literally vanishing into thin air, or, rather, through the front door. They had learned this from Miss Julia Butler. She had cooperated fully, being very worried about her smart little friend. However, they could not locate Domovoi Butler. It seemed that he had procured a pass into the United States to see an old military friend. That had worried them, but once they had spoken with some locals, they also heard about the strange going-ons with a man also calling himself Domovoi Butler, who had been traveling back and forth between the town just beside Fowl Manor and the Astoria Power plant. From there, they had infiltrated and retrieved Artemis. He was in pretty bad shape when they found him, but no more than that would be said.
Remy had learned all this from a kind officer, the commander of the squad that had located Artemis. He was not allowed to see him, since he was not a family member, but Artemis' parents were with him in the Intensive Care Unit. He knew that Artemis had had to undergo some kind of minor operation to his hands, though he really had no idea what kind of operation it was and it scared the hell out of him. What could that man have done to his hands? If that bastard really hurt Artemis, he would kill him! He meant it, if Artemis could not type or write or draw or do any of those other things he liked to do so often that required his hands, he would kill him. He would cut off his hands and give his incomplete lover justification, even if the law did not.
A woman came into the waiting room crying quietly, being guided along by man who looked extraordinarily like Artemis, only much older and with a much more expressive face. He hobbled along beside his wife on a prosthetic leg, trying to help her into the room but really being helped himself.
Remy closed in on the couple quickly. “How is he?” Remy tried to ask quietly, but the emotion and anxiousness in his voice still communicated easily.
“Oh...” the woman moaned, hiding her face in Artemis senior's chest. Her husband kindly patted her head, looking at her sympathetically.
“Don't worry,” Artemis father said, not looking up at the blond. “He'll be fine. He's just ... in shock,” the older man finished vaguely.
Remy did not question further and allowed the couple to pass him by and sit down in a pair of seats on the other side of the room. He did not know what to do. He still could not see Artemis, due to hospital protocol, but he also did not want to sit there, not really knowing anything about his boyfriend's condition. Remy could not just stand there. He had to do something!
Setting his face in a grim expression of determination, Remy Vieuxville advanced fearlessly towards the I.C.U.
-I.C.U. Ward, Room 204, Artemis Fowl-
I do not know if I had ever experienced anything quite like what I experienced in the hospital ward of Astoria's I.C.U. It was quite a unique, the feeling of surrealism and pain. There was an intense pain in my hands, backside, and head in general. The doctors had me on a morphine drip, but it had yet to take effect. Perhaps because I had removed the drip as soon as their backs were turned. I am not completely sure.
I remembered my parents visiting. My mother was crying. She had bust into tears as soon as she saw my condition, though she looked as if she was on the verge of such when she first entered. My father was much more composed, though his face betrayed the pain and betrayal he felt towards everything and everyone. He had not reacted much, with the exception of the deepening furrows between his brows and his overly gentle touch.
I did not speak to them. To be fair, I had not spoke a word since my rapist and torturer had left me. I felt somewhat cheated, that our meeting and all my pain would have such an anti-climatic ending, if that was the ending at all. I do not know what the doctor told them about my mental condition. I did not really care. I already knew that I was fairly insane. I had lost all logic and that was that.
After Mother and Father had left, I was preparing myself for a nice nap (or, at least, an attempt at a nap) when someone else entered the room. I can not describe to you how irritating that was. I just wanted to get some peace and quiet and these darned whippersnappers had to come and disrupt it with their prodding stethoscopes and mind-numbing drugs. I was just about to chuck a water filled glass at the figure when I finally identified the blond hair and soft concerned expression.
“Remy?” I croaked out. I was fully expecting my hallucination to laugh openly in my face and morph into my previous captor or some equally distasteful image, but was startled to find something else. The image ran towards me and threw it's head down on my chest, sobbing. In fact, it was not an image at all. I could feel the weight and warmth of his head and could feel the strength of his sobs as he clutched at the blankets on my chest and struggled to bury deeper into my being.
“Artemis, I'm so sorry,” my non-hallucinated boyfriend cried, his apology muffled against my sternum. Reaching up, I threaded my fingers through Remy's hair with the hand the I.V. was injected into. Oh dear. I had no idea what to do. I had not expected this. Even so, it was a very nice surprise that I welcomed. This was the boy that I kept wishing was near me and now he was. He was also extremely saddened by my ordeal, apparently. This saddened me, in turn, and I found that quite distasteful.
“Why are you apologizing?” I whispered, not wanting to startle the poor little thing under my hand.
“Because!” he exclaimed, jumping up suddenly and startling me. Sadly, I was still in defensive mode. I did not really think he would hit me, but my body did. Fortunately, the flinch was lost on his overly emotional state. “I wasn't there! I wasn't there to protect you, or help you, or try to comfort you when you were in pain! Maybe this never should have happened, maybe it was nobody's fault, but that doesn't really matter. It's just that I couldn't do anything! How useful am I? I'm completely useless,” Remy finished, laying his head back on my chest.
For a long moment, I simply digested what he said. It was true, I wanted and expected him or Butler to come and save me the entire time. However, none of them arrived and I was left to my own abilities. Still, I could not expect that of them. At least Remy was here. As far as I knew, Butler was nowhere to be seen.
“It is not your fault,” I said, sighing a bit, as I pulled Remy's face up with one hand. “I really wanted you there, but since you are here now, I will forgive you...” I said, feeling very tired, but still guiding Remy's face closer to mine. I really felt so very disgusting and tired at that moment, but more than anything else I felt love for him. Remy, the one who came to me and apologized. The only one who promised me that this should have never happened.
Taking initiative and gaining control of his emotions for the first time that day, Remy finally leaned forward and pressed his lips against mine. It was forceful, somewhat more so than I was used to than him, but it was a tender and chaste kiss that I readily responded to. It truly felt as if it had been fifty to a hundred years since I last felt a kind touch or a tender kiss. In that way, Remy's soft kisses were quite welcome.
Bracing his hand on one side of the bed and the other on my shoulder, he began to nibble and suck on my lips causing me to blush. It really felt very nice. Soon he was running the tip of his tongue along the seam of my lips, silently asking for entrance. I did not grant it immediately, I made him wait patiently, teasing him by kissing his tongue while not opening my mouth (an amazing talent, I know). Although, after no more than a few moments of oral begging, I opened my mouth slightly and extended my own tongue and eagerly allowed it to play with his. It is quite an exquisite feeling, I must say. The wrapping and wrestling to try and touch and sense as much of that person as you possibly can. There was no fighting for dominance, as we both were just far too happy to be with one another to play such a game.
For a moment, Remy broke the kiss and stared deeply into my eyes, forcing me to do the same. His eyes were almost an equal color to my own, a bright and brilliant blue, though I was aware that his held more color and vibrancy than mine ever did. He gave me a horribly pathetic and scared look and I just had to ask him what was wrong. Though, I denied him the honor of asking with a sentence. He could have a sentence fragment.
“What?” I sighed, returning him a look of doubt.
“We won't ever have to be apart again, will we?” he asked, his look becoming even more pathetic, if that was at all possible.
“You know I can not promise such a thing,” I returned, a little agitated.
“I know,” he said, lowering his head onto my chest again, though not breaking eye contact. “But, just do it anyway, okay?”
“...”
I remained silent, searching deep into his eyes. What I saw were eyes that were slightly different ones from those I had seen on the last days of school. These eyes were more hardened against the world, more aware of how very cruel the world was. This destroyed me. This ordeal had stolen away some of his naivety and innocence. I wished more than ever that I could take it all back.
“I promise. We will not have to be apart ever again.” And, although I did not wish it or want it in anyway, a tear rolled down my face and I did not wipe it away.

Authoress Note: Ooo... So, this chapter was, you know, all not with the Arty molestation, so you guys must be happy, yeah? Um, yeah, it's basically the rescue/aftermath chapter. I promise to delve deeper into Arty's physical and mental problems in the next chapter, when he returns home and interrogates Butler as to where the hell he was. However, for right now, just take solace that the Rapist has been chased off for the moment and Artemis and Remy are all lovey again. Much love, Sleepy.