by Alicia (aisumitsukai at home.com)
Holly relaxed into her shuttle seat. LEP had come as asked, starting
the long process of rounding up the now leaderless goblins. Sheíd told
her tall tale as Artemis caught a plane to Ireland. Foaly had backed
her story up without missing a beat.
Beth and her group had taken care of Moriarty and that poor little old
man. Holly sighed. Her poor, poor little sister. LEPreconís first
female officer shut her eyes quickly as an unfamiliar tingling
sensation started in the backs of her eyes. She fingered the scrap of
paper with a New London district phone number scribbled on it. At
least they could keep in touch.
Journal entry of B. Lestrade,
Moriarty was admitted to Midgard last week. Canít remember the
diagnosis. Severe mental dementia, or something long and in Latin.
According to the doctors he has continuous nightmares. About his
sister, Elizabeth, and a riding accident. Supposedly he had another
sister named Elizabeth. One that looked like... guess who? Watson looked
all this up on the web. She fell off her horse, according to a
newspaper clipping. At the age of fourteen. He was there when it
happened. According to the doctors he blames himself... heís always
screaming heís sorry....
Iím sorry, too....
God, everybodyís sorry for something. Him for killing her, Holly for
leaving me, me for not caring.... and zed itís not getting me anywhere,
but I canít let it go. Iím even sorry for being sorry....
Nov. 24th, 2105.
Supposedly heís not going to recover... or at least, itís highly
Itís strange; now that heís gone, and New London is safe, it just
doesnít feel right. I mean, I always knew either weíd catch him or heíd
catch us one day and that it would be very different, probably boring...
but itís just so strange. I certainly would never have thought itíd end
like this. Moriarty was just about the only thing dependable in my
life; sometime today, weíd be running around trying to catch him. Not
anymore. I could almost say I miss it. Almost. Donít know what you
got till itís gone, I guess...even if 'it' is numerous near-death
Remind me to go down to Midgard on Sundays. Maybe one day he and Iíll
be able to have a proper conversation. Maybe one day heíll be able to
tell me what happened...Or, maybe, Iím grasping at straws, wanting the
family I will never have...with a psychotic criminal mastermind.
God, do I have a screwed up life. If that is what I want. Him as a
brother and his lackey for my father....
I suppose I should talk about Fen- about Papa, let out all the grief
and what-not. I mean, I could go on about how he changed and how I was
so unhappy after they took me from him...but I donít think I need to.
I think itís good that heís dead. He didnít seem to be enjoying life
At any rate, I wouldnít want to have to crypnotize him and have him
forget. And I couldnít keep chasing after him pretending that one day
I was going to actually catch him. That probably sounds really
selfish. Which, admittedly it is...but...would either of us have enjoyed
Mind you, if he hadnít died, then I would've...sometimes I wonder if
that wouldnít have been better for everyone. It really is worse for
those left behind.
I just wish I could help him. Moriarty. Help him understand it wasnít
his fault...but I canít. I- I...if I did, and he became sane and
confirmed that this was all true...and I was really his sister...I donít
know if I want to know for sure. I donít know if I want it to be real.
I donít want to be his sister, I hate him!
But I donít hate him. And I canít make up my mind, and what if Iím
crazy like he is? What if-...what if?
Oh, zed, I need help.... but there is no one.
No, yes, there is....
I think Iím going to go on vacation to Ireland....
At least, in the end, I still have Holly....
The cursor blinked perpetually in the corner of Foalyís eye as he
reread the e-mail. Shaking his head decisively he pressed 'select all'
and then 'delete'. Why dredge up ancient history.... again?
I thought you might want to know this one last thing about
Hollyís family tree. Unknown to Holly, her mother had another child
with the human Dr. J. Moriarty I. This child was a boy. Like Beth he
took after his father, pale, tall, etc.
The boy, named Tom, was frozen and left in Ireland, also under
surveillance. Only there wasnít a problem watching him like there was
with Beth. So I know exactly what happened to him. He was found by
rather well-known Irish crime lord who went by the name of Artemis
Fowl. Does this name ring any bells?
Mr. Fowl was just recently married and he and Angeline, his wife, had
only just found out she was infertile. So, wanting an heir, he
unknowingly adopted this faery child. No one questioned this as Fowl
had no living relatives and the childís basic features were close to
those of the Fowl family. Due to the Moriarty blood in him, he also
fit in with the Fowl familyís history of unusually high IQ.
Unfortunately. The child was named after his adopted father-
-gasps- Dear Lord it's finally done! I'm going to miss it...
I was rereading it and realised my writing style had completely
changed throughout the course of the story and that some aspects of
the plot just do not make much sense, so as you can see, I redid it...
hopefully for the better. However, I don't know about the ending...
did it seemed rushed? -bites nails- Bother... and I think I'm going to
have to practise writing emotion... oh well. Please tell me what you
think. I really value constructive criticism.
And just for those who don't know, the story prologue is in my 'I
present to you' post... it makes more sense with the prologue... which
would be why I'm telling you this at the end of the story... toooo
many late nights...
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