• Chapter Seven: Confessions That Bring No Comfort The weather was not so fair this day as it was the last. Big heavy raindrops exploded against the windowpane and their released contents ran down the double-thick glass in thick undulating rivulets. The huge picture window that had been open yesterday, letting a refreshing breeze whisper in, was not shut tight and showed not but gray blobs and foggy outlines. I glared out at the dark and gloomy atmosphere, pondering whether my deep doubts about the things that happened yesterday had coated the outside world in such dreary and dreadful shadows. “Artemis?” I heard Remy call for perhaps the millionth time since I had come back from the hospital. Always, did he call my name with such teasing and testing tones. As if, just to make sure there had been no new cracks in my already damaged psyche. “What?” I asked, irritably, reverting back to one syllable sentence fragments. “Breakfast!” he answered back, holding a tray filled with all manner of morning foods under my nose. I snorted my disgust. It felt nothing like a morning. All I felt was this nasty mixture of suspicion, resentment, and regret over everything said and done the day before. Breakfast hardly seemed tempting. “Hey? What's wrong? What happened between you and that bodyguard guy, anyway?” Remy asked, putting the tray down on a nearby table and sitting on the arm of the chair placed conveniently beside the window I had been peering out of for the last week or so. “Do you really think it's any of your business what happens between me and my bodyguard?” I asked, venomously. He had no right to pry into my private life. I had no interest in being comforted either way. It would have been much better for the both of us if would just leave the subject as it was. “I suppose not... But, if something is bothering you, then I wish that you would let me help,” Remy offered, reaching out and laying his hand on my forearm. I immediately whipped my arm away, as if burnt or electrocuted. Appalled by my own reaction and the look of hurt on Remy's face, I paused, planning on apologizing, but no such apology fell from my mouth. Instead, I bowed my head in shame and held the offending arm in one hand, not meeting eyes with Remy. “You know ...” Remy began, with no malice in his voice. Surprised, I looked up with haunted eyes, though I had no idea they looked as such. “You've become a lot more violent lately. I can't blame you, though. If there's anything you don't like, you can do that. I won't get hurt. Promise!” Remy explained, taking my face in his hand. I have to admit, I resisted for a moment, a small panic rising in my chest from being restrained, but I fought it back. Finally, finally! My kiss! The one I had been wanting and waiting for for ... I had forgotten how long. His lips were still gentle, sweet, and ever so forgiving, massaging life into my noticeably cold and lifeless ones. When he kissed me, it was unlike anything I had known. It was like, Oh it's so hard to explain! As if he made me into someone I was not and soothed my soul, smoothing out all the wrinkles that I had accumulated over the years. He made me feel as if I wasn't any different from other and, yet, I was. As if I wasn't bad, or mean, or just over the top intelligent. He made me feel like I was just the one for him and that was all I really needed to be. Like that's all I wanted to be, which it was. I hate to say it, even now. Still, I knew that I loved Remy. -Hours Before, in the Sewers of Dublin, Ireland- Deep in the rank and dripping sewers of the Irish metropolis, a man who was not a man hid himself and his lack of guilt. The man lived in a dank and sad little shack off the edge of a river of human and inhuman waste, reveling in his perceived success over Domovoi Butler. Over and over, he pictured the young Artemis Fowl in a grimace of pain or simply staring off into the corner with that broken look of his. He thought often of the choked cries the boy would let out with a little prodding and bullying. However, what he thought of the most, was the way the young boy felt, deep inside. Sad to say, but it was the best fuck he had had in years! Not that he was a fag ((1.)) or anything. He just couldn't help but admit that Artemis' tight hot insides were way better than any hoe he ever got off the streets. Perhaps, if Butler was fired from his job as he supposed he would be for “kidnapping” his charge, then he would step up and take the job. It would be heaven to see the kid again. Of course, he'd have to make another mask, but that would be no problem. He was a master of creating faces. There was splashing outside. Probably just some strange type of refuse or a really huge rat, but he knew he should probably check it out. Mornsworth crawled slowly and grumpily out of his hiding place beneath a ragged blue tarp and slowly scanned the area. Nothing. As he had thought. Cursing and muttering about being ripped from his pleasurable daydreams, the monster of a man turned to go back into his relatively dry tent only to be faced with an equally terrifying monster. However, this monster was terrifying for a different reason. This monster was not scary for the disgusting horrors he was capable of committing against innocents, no. He was terrifying for the horrible light of vengeance burning in his eyes that suggested that he could be doubly cruel to those who were monstrous to innocents. “D-Domovoi!” Mornsworth stuttered out stumbling backwards and falling into the slow flowing muck of the sewer system and not even noticing. “How? When? No, please!” he began to plead as the bodyguard of his most recent victim advanced on him. “Please, I'm sorry Domovoi! I didn't really hurt the boy! Don't Kill Me!” he broke, hiding his head and face behind his hand as Butler stopped just before the flowing muck. “And, you'll never get the chance to hurt him again,” Butler stated plainly, pulling out a .45 Wesson pistole and aiming it squarely between Mornsworth's eyes. Then, moving suddenly, he changed coordinates and shot off the Rapist's right knee cap. Just as the cries of pain started in Mornsworth's throat, Butler switched targets again and shot off the left knee. Falling to his incapacitated knees, Artemis' attacker left loose a volley of cries and sobs unlike anything most would think a human could create. Human waste immediately flowed into the puncture wounds created by Butler's pistol, meaning almost certain infection if Mornsworth somehow managed to survive. “Oh, God, please, Domovoi, Butler, please, God, please have Mercy!” Mornsworth pleaded, or blubbered as most would see it. A grim smile crept across Butler's face as he saw the object of his hatred so belittled. Deciding to torture him even further, Butler asked the man sitting prone before him in a river of human feces, “How many times did you deny that to Artemis? Tell me that?” Pointing the .45 Wesson at Mornsworth again, his smile disappeared. “What?” Mornsworth asked back, seemingly confused by the question. “Wrong answer,” Butler growled, letting loose two more bullets, each burying themselves in opposite shoulders and causing another volley of screams and cries, though these held no words or pleas, only animalistic moans and sobs. No more pleading just the shock of impending death and doom. “I'll be seeing you then, Mornsworth,” Butler whispered, leveling the pistol once more, again aiming it right between the Rapist's eyes. “In hell.” -Fowl Manor- A few moments later, I was lying on my back on the bed, with Remy over top of me. Yes, things were progressing very nicely, indeed! His hands ran over my chest stomach and sides as his tongue tangled with my own and then disengaged to explore my mouth before challenging my tongue again. Overall, it was an extremely enjoyable act, in and of itself. With all of the bad things and stressful insinuations of the past few days, this was a very well needed release. I could tell that Remy was enjoying the play-time as well. After all, he was getting a make-out session with little to no cooerction on my part. Something of a miracle, I must admit. Both his movements and expressions were fevered and rushed, full of longing for something a little more than what we had advanced to yet. His hands traveled down my sides and grasped at my rear-end, eliciting a little squeak that I was fully embarrassed by. “Remy!” I yelled, pushing him off me and breathing a little hard. “Sorry,” he immediately apologized, blushing lightly himself. “I went too far, didn't I? I'm sorry.” “No, it's fine. I understand,” I replied, reigning in my own temper. He was worried about me, and I knew better than anyone that Remy tended to express himself physically, though he didn't really understand that himself. “Really?” he asked, hopeful. His eyes got big and smiled at me big and wide. A goofy and completely carefree smile. Dear, what an envious expression... “Really. How about a sandwich? Does that sound good, hm?” I asked him, easing myself off the side of the bed while wiping spit from the side of my mouth. “Yeah, that sounds great!” Remy exclaimed, bouncing off the bed and standing in front of me, still smiling happily, even eliciting a small smile from myself. Oh, I was really loosing it. How he entertained me, this energetic little ball of yellow fuzz! “Okay. Good boy,” I congratulated him, patting his head in a very degrading and mocking way, though it only made him giggle a little and run off and out of the room. I moved to follow him, but stopped when I heard his footsteps stop and his conversing with someone else, just outside the door. “Remy?” I called, questioningly. This was making me a little nervous. It was not Remy who came in and closed the door behind him, but Butler. My bodyguard stood before me, apparently appraising my disheveled appearance with disapproving eyes full of sadness and scorn. “Butler,” I acknowledged, attempting to brush past him and out the door without anymore contact than had already been established. I didn't get very far. “Wait, Artemis. I have something to say to you,” Butler said, after stopping me with an outstretched arm which barred my escape route out the door. “I don't suppose I have much choice. What is it?” I asked, still of little patience to speak with him for any length. “I want you to know that that man will never come after you again. He won't be able to hurt you every again. I took care of him for you,” Butler explained quietly, leaning down so that we were close to the same level, though he was still a good six inches above me. “Am I supposed to forgive you, now?” I asked, a little skeptical. I could guess by what he meant when he said, 'took care of', but didn't really see a well-placed bullet as repentance for the decades upon centuries spent at that man's mercy. “I could beg you right here to do so, and I would if I thought it would do any good. However, why I really told you that was so that you could have some peace of mind. You don't have to worry about him. Not anymore. I will protect you faithfully from now on. “Like you have these past few days?” I asked sarcastically, lightly pointing out his long absences over the last three days when no one could really account for his whereabouts. “I mean it!” Butler exclaimed, getting down on his knees and grasping my upper arms and not letting go, though I flinched and made vague attempts to escape. “I want to protect you Artemis, forever. I won't leave your side ever again. I don't want to leave you and there should be no reason for me to do so.” “Do you have any idea what that sounded like?” I whispered with a nasty sneer. If I could not brush him off, I would resort to hurting him with sarcasm and hard mean mocking comments. “I do. That's exactly what it was,” Butler said, his voice flat and his meaning plain. My eyes grew wide. I felt them widen and my whole body stiffened. Butler had confessed his love to me... To me! Immediately, I wanted to accept his confession. The strong powerful Butler wanted me above all others, but the more logical part of my brain popped in for a cameo. It hadn't been around since I was released from Mornsworth's care. It told me that no matter how real his feelings, this couldn't work. No matter how well we got along, I couldn't love him. No matter how good a bodyguard Butler was, he wasn't a good lover and I knew that. Though he loved me, he was twice my age, perhaps more. Our love would have to be hidden and covert in all ways. That he had many lovers, I knew that. Women and men alike had called the Manor before looking for him. The men's voices were sometimes hurt and cold and the women were crying at times. He broke hearts as quickly as he obtained him. He liked to have many lovers and, though I might be special to him, how long before he couldn't hold back his carnal urges. I obviously couldn't supply his needs. He's have to find it elsewhere. However, the most intense feeling that I had was that, I could not love him. If only he had asked me before I went off to school last September. If only he had stayed closer to me and fanned my juvenile feelings for him further, past the thin line between admiration and love. If only... If only his words had found my heart before Remy did. “I'm sorry,” I said, sincerely, reaching out to tentatively run my fingers down the side of his face. “I'm sorry, I can't.” - - - - - Authoress Note: Ooo... Denied! Yes, that is right! There is no ButlerxArtemis pairing to be had here, peoples! Ever so sorry. However, I am happy with how this turned out. Mr. Rapist has been successfully killed off, Remy and Artemis made lovely boy kisses (( XD)), and Butler has finally confessed his feelings to Artemis. That last part might come in to mess up some things, but you'll just have to wait and see. If all things work out as the original plan goes ((though they rarely do)) The next chapter will be the last one! Keep reading! Much love, Sleepy. 1.)) God, I fucking hate that word.

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