Arnold woke up to a pulsing headache, a groggy feeling like he had too much to drink the night before was settling in. He slowly sat up and attempted to survey his surroundings, he was in the back of a vehicle, a large van of some sorts and it was moving, his hands were bound together in-front of him with thick rope and cuts were already forming around the chaffed and abused flesh. He tried to remember exactly how he got there when the day before slammed into his mind with alarming force

6 am

Arnold stumbled out of bed with a growl at how early it was and trudged his way down the hall to the bathroom, it was Friday and the other borders were yet to be awake, he could heat his grandmother down in the kitchen mumbling about war tactics while she started the breakfast routine

With an affectionate chuckle at Gertie's antics he opened the door to the bathroom and turned on the shower, while the water was heating up in the bathroom he took a cursory glance at himself in the bathroom mirror

A lot a had changed over the years, he had grown into his football head, which somehow wasnt quite so football shaped anymore, somehow as he aged it became a fairly normal head much to his delight. His blonde hair no longer stuck up and out to the sides but fell forward into his eyes and over his ears in that shaggy tousled look (link to fan art at the end of the chapter!) that had become popular, and he still wore a pale blue ballcap from time to time backwards over his mop of flaxen hair. He scratched at his chin and dully noted that he needed to shave in the shower today.

At this point the water had warmed and Arnold stepped under the stream of hot water allowing it to soothe his muscles still sore from baseball practice the previous evening. As a senior Arnold was also captain of the baseball team, having enjoyed baseball so much as a child he decided to parlay it into his older years. As he ran the soap over his body he began to think, as he often would, of his childhood years back at ps. 118 when the whole gang was together. Things had changed so much, for the most part they all stayed friends, Arnold remaining closest to Gerald once they entered highschool but even Gerald seemed so far away sometimes, Gerald and Phoebe began dating their freshman year and Arnold hated feeling like the third wheel.

It was times like this, when Arnold would wash over the tattoo on his chest that he began to miss a certain Helga. G. Pataki. That's right! Arnold missed Helga.

She had moved away when they were in the 5th grade and they never really heard from her again, from time to time she would meet up with phoebe or send the occasional letter to let everyone know how she was doing, but they hadent seen her since she left to live with her aunt. The whole town knew she had problems at home, but nobody ever realized how bad it truly was, Arnold had always felt a little bit guilty over never really being there for her all the time, he did his best, understanding that people only bullied others when something was hurting them, he also knew she had a little crush on him and didn't want anyone to know, so he always played along "whatever you say Helga" became a common phrase in his vocabulary.

He touched over the symbol on his left pec close to his heart, he got it the summer he went to visit his parents in San Lorenzo, the ancient runes spelling out "Football Head" the childhood nickname given to him by Helga had stuck throughout childhood, a symbol of growing up and friendship.

However, Arnold never found himself thinking of Helga romantically, did he miss her? Sure. Did he feel bad for her? Of course. But he had a life here. Baseball, and friends, colleges to apply to. Up until a week ago he had been dating the girl of his dreams Lila, but she ahd cheated on him with his cousin Arnie breaking his heart in the process.

The water went cold signaling that he had been in the shower for far too long.

He hoped out and towel dried his hair then his body, he was no body builder but he was a far cry from the bony kid he once was, lean but strong muscle coated his body from head to foot giving him the sexy athletic look he desired without making him look like a block head.

He scurried to his room in a towel quickly throwing on a pair of jeans and a light blue tank top a red plaid shirt went overtop unbuttoned all the way with the sleeved rolled up his forearms, a thick strapped leather bracelet adorned his wrist and black chucks on his feet. He grabbed some toast hugged his grandparents goodbye and hopped into the Packard to make his way to school.

As he pulled into the parking lot cussing himself for being late he noticed a few men standing by the side entrance that he didn't recognize, before he could turn to even think about it he was hit over the head and things went dark.

Arnold could feel the dried blood on his forehead and assumed it was from that very blow to the head, he was wrenched out of his musings when the van doors were opened and another person was unceremoniously tossed into the van in a pile of limbs and blonde hair,

" Criminey would ya watch where you put your meat hooks ya bum!" – she grumbled.

Cliffeh. Hehehe. Ok guys this is a new story inspired by a few twilight fics that I have read (which I enjoyed far more than the twilight books mind you) and its also going to go into some craxy stuff like mutants and such. Exciting no? woohoo! Feel free to review or message me it would be greatly appreciated!

Here is the link to Arnold,one will be coming for Helga later! .com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcS6nZIvr01N68q- .com/images?q=tbn:

Basically somewhere like those 2 for Arnold, use your imagination ;)