DISCLAIMER: ALL CHARACTERS BELONG TO CRAIG BARTLETT AND NICKELODEON!
OBVIOUSLY if a character appears in this story that is not from the show it's my own filler character or whatever.
Anyways. This is my first Hey Arnold Fanfiction as well as my first published fanfiction on the net, ever, in all my years of writing. I warn you I'm not the best writer and I'm not the sharpest tool in the shed. I have an addiction for writing naughty scenes and making them as detailed and realistic as possible. So children who want to read beware. But don't worry I'll make sure I leave a warning on whatever chapter has sex in it. As for sexual stuffs . that might be confettied on all my chapters xD just for that mindless adult sex humor we all know and love. But yea, hopefully with your help and support we can make it through this story and give it an actual ending instead of it floating about cyberspace... Forever... FOOOREEEEVEERRRR
All my chapters will NOT be this short this is simply the intro prologue-ish one? Iunno, just know the others will not be this tiny.
Chapter 1
"God dammit can you just let me think, Woman!" The blonde male growled as he gripped onto the ledge in desperation. He couldn't remember how they ended up in this situation or the woman whom he was so determined to save that dangled from her backpack he had been holding for almost fifteen minutes. The lack of circulation was taken its toll on his fingers as he cringed. His fingertips had become a dark red almost purple and his knuckles were deathly white.
"Will you just let me go, there's no way you can save us both, and you already know that, Arnold." The woman said, her piercing steel blue eyes searching for his emerald green. He wouldn't look at her just continued to hold her dangling along by her backpack. She sighed as he ignored her and she looked down, down at the rushing waterfall that they had been hanging over for what felt like forever. The sudden shake as his hand slipped on the ledge made her realize just how fucked they were and she had to think fast to save him. She reached for her clasp of her pack around her waist and began to shrug out the straps.
"Wh-What are you doing?!" Arnold asked the woman in desperation and he yelled out as she smiled up at him weakly slipping the rest of the way from the straps and fell into the mist of the falls. Panic arose in his chest and without a second thought he let go of the ledge turning his body to dive after her. He couldn't even think of this woman's name but he was about to die for her?
His body hit the water with a splash, he couldn't see anything his eyes stung from the impact but still he looked for her. He swam to the surface to catch his breath and that's when he saw it, the bit of gold cascading above the water. She was there, floating… lifeless. His heart sank and he swam to her as fast as he could. Still he didn't seem to know who she was; in his head he was curious as to why he pushed himself this far for this nameless female, it was like his body and mouth did things his mind was alien to. When he reached her he pulled her against him and swam to the shore, heart beat pounding in his ears and his eyes burned with the threat of tears. Pulling them onto the river bank he shook the woman, no response. Laying her down he tried to resuscitate her, over and over… longer than he should have. Devastation settled in and he gripped the limp female to his chest his tears falling freely now as he sobbed into her hair. "H-Helga!" He cried out.
Everything went black.
Arnold shot up in bed, his body glazed in a cold sweat as he panted and gripped his chest. What was that? He barked inwardly. That dream it felt too real, but what was Helga doing in it. Moreover was how that woman could be, Helga? He'd known Helga all his life and she didn't look anything like the woman in his dream. The dream woman had rich golden hair that was lush and full and lightly tanned skin that made her hair looking even more gold and miraculous. Most of all those eyes, that piercing steel blue stare from them was nothing like when he looked at Helga when they were kids. Helga. Helga. Helga.
He ran a hand over his face, when was the last time he even thought about her. It's been years since he'd seen her not since he betrayed their friendship so many years ago. Sighing, he slung his long legs over the side of the bed and stood. He had a flight to get ready for as well as regrets and thoughts to rebury for however many more years.