I own nothing of Hey Arnold except the characters and elements I thought up myself.
Red…
That was the color he remembered the most vividly…
Blood, anger, hate...
But most of all, pain...
Those were what that ominous shade of color meant back then.
And he remembered his wife'sface stained by that same hurtful, hateful hue…
Her face, once so bright and full of life, framed by a fiery sky...embers all around...
The roar of the helicopter echoing in the chaos…
Blood spilled over and seeping into the ground…
Hollow eyes begging him to let go….
Begging him to run…