Chapter 11

Disclaimer: I do not own Hey Arnold! Or anything else mentioned that I don't... Own... Yeah.

Authors note: Hey everyone. I'm so sorry for not posting to so long. I had actually planned in posting this chapter on thanksgiving, but the computer I had my story on got a virus when one of my family members decided to look through old thumb drives. So, I had to completely rewrite this entire thing.. On my iPod. So I apologize for any errors that may occur. I hope you all keep reading and thanks for being patient with me. :)

"Arnold!" Helga summoned from her room.

"Coming!" He called back.

She listened as the familiar heavy footsteps make their way up the stairs. Then, the final creak right outside her room. "Yes?" He gently pushed open the door and popped his head in.

"I need your help," she sipped her coffee. "What do think of this ending... Helena looked up into the eyes she once craved to find acceptance in. Though now, all she could see was red hot hatred and the glint of the silver blade grasped in his hand. 'Please, please don't do this..' She begged, tears pooling her fearful blue eyes. She reached out her hand to touch his arm. But before their skin touched he took his left forearm and shoved her back. She fell back landing hard on her tail bone, causing her to let out a high pitched scream. His mouth turned down in disgust, and he spat in her direction. 'You ruined me,' he scoffed, 'you ruined everything. You forced my hand Helena, I, I, you, you were the one who killed your mother.' He stepped toward her, stopping only inches from her bent knees. He glared down at her, 'You ruined everything. I never wanted you. I should have pushed her down the stairs when she told me...' He knelt down and snatched a fistful of her hair, 'there is only one more thing left to do now..' Helena stared into her fathers eyes, her eyes burned, and she wailed,' please, no, please. Daddy, please!' He lifted his fist higher,' No! I'm not your father!' In a flash the glittering knife was lifted above his shoulder and impaled directly into her trachea. The scream caught in her throat and the grip on her hair was let lose. She fell to the floor,'I was never your father.' Tears streamed from Helena's eyes as she watched the shiny blood specked black shoes of her father disappeared. She sputtered and blood covered the white floor she laid on.

Just before everything went black she heard one last sound... The familiar sound of her rattling BMW. "

Helga looked up from her screen. Arnold was clutching his knees. "So?"

Arnold jumped like he was suddenly pulled from an intense thought, and looked at her,"Incredible. I just... Incredible." He shook his head and stared down at the rag he had in his hand.

Helga chuckled,"Well then that's it." She saved her document, closed her laptop, and put it onto her bedside table. "All I have to do now is turn it into Sandra. A whole week early." She grinned at Arnold and finished off her coffee, he smiled back. "So, what were you doing down there?" She glanced down at the rag.

"I was wiping down the picture frames. They were starting to get dusty... And I just couldn't let there beauty get dulled." He ran his hand through his hair.

"Oh, okay, thanks, Arnold." She smiled and pushed a loose curl behind her ear. They were silent, and the awkwardness made their cheeks grow warm.

"Wha-

"How-

"Sorry! You go first." Arnold said his left hand resting on the back of his neck.

"Oh no it's okay." Helga chuckled, "I was just wondering.. How you like it here? I mean we've been living together for a couple months now, and I realized I never asked."

Arnold smiled softly, staring at the new picture slipped into her vanity mirror frame. It was of Arnold and the twins, who in which were each holding his pinkies, walking in a line. Helga had taken it from behind so they looked to be in silhouette. "I love it, it feels like.. Home. My home. Our home." He chuckle, "Having you and the twins, it's great... Sure, I miss grandma and grandpa, but now I have you all, you're my responsibility." He looked up at her and smiled, " I love you, Helga."

Helga smiled as her heart began to race, she had heard those words from his lips so many times before, but they always had the same effect. She went forward to rest on her knees and leant forward to wrap her arms around his shoulders and rested her head against his. "I love you, too, Arnold." She squeezed her eyes shut as she felt his warm hands on her bare lower back. She sighed and brought her head back to look him in the face. Her eyes scanned his face; his hers. Their eyes met and Helga bit her lip. She brought her hand up to his face and slowly pressed her lips onto his. He pressed back; intensifying the kiss. Helga's body began to get hot. She had been craving this sensation since his first day in her house. She purred as he moved down to her neck and pulled him back down onto the bed.

"Oh, Arnold..." Helga said breathless. She rested her head on his heaving chest. She grinned and tapped her index finger on his right pectoral. "God! I love you."

"I love you, too." He kissed the top of her head, "Helga I was wondering..."

"Yeah?"

"If- A sudden scream cut him off. Both Arnold and Helga shot up. But calmed down when the usual morning cry of Starlet followed after.

Arnold slipped from the bed, grabbed his boxers and slipped the on. He then kissed Helga,"I got'em." She nodded, smiled, and fell back onto the bed.

Arnold heard a quiet squeal as he walked from her room. He chuckled and ran a hand through his hair. He pushed open the door and was greeted by a gush of cold air, on the inside the window was wide open. Starlet stood, wining, and reaching out,"Daddy. Out. Cold!"

"Alright." He lifted her from her crib and stood her on the ground wrapping her blanky around her shoulders. He then walked around the crib and over to the window. Snow was piled on the surrounding carpet and had began to melt. He looked out onto the roof were a slight imprint of some sort had been formed. Arnold scrunched his nose and leant out the window where a slip of paper stuck up. He grabbed it, brought his arm back, and slammed the window shut and locked it. He slipped the paper into the waist band of his boxers and shivered from the cold.

Starlet stared at him as he lifted a still sleeping Miles from the crib and settle him against his chest. Then stuck out his pinkie for Star's tiny hand to wrap around, together they walked from the room. When they got to the stairs they both sat and did their morning scoot routine. When they made it to the first level Starlet dashed to living room. When Arnold entered she had already slipped a DVD into the Play Station. "Alright grab two diapies, and wipes."

Star nodded,"Kay!"

Helga sat up and smiled. She hadn't felt this great in a while. She grinned to herself and slipped from her bed. She looked around for the night shirt she had been wearing. Though she only came upon Arnold's plaid button up. She picked it up, slipped it on, and grabbed her panties from the vanity chair.

She walked from her room and felt a cold draft as she passed the Twins' room. She peeked in an saw the half melted pile of snow. "What the hell...?" She grabbed two old burping blankets and picked up as much snow as she could. And then three another dry towel on top of the puddle.

"What do you want for breakfast?"

Arnold asked as he tickled Miles' belly trying to wake him up in a good mood.

"Pan! Cakes! Daddy, daddy! Pan! Cakes!" Starlet yelled slapping Arnold's shoulder.

Arnold laughed when Miles made a sour face at the sound of his sister's screeches, "Okay, pancakes." Arnold stood up and lifted Miles to his feet. Then they duck lined to the kitchen.

"What do you want it to look like?" Helga heard Arnold ask.

"Minnie Mouse!" "Aero Plane!" Starlet and Miles exclaimed.

"Okay, one Minnie and airplane coming up."

Helga walked in the kitchen, where the twins sat coloring at the table and Arnold flipped pancakes at the stove. "What shape would you like, Mommy?" Arnold ask Helga when she hugged him from behind.

She kissed the bare skin between his shoulder blades. "Football." She smirked and pulled away from him.

"Good Morning, Babies!" She kissed the top of their heads.

"G'Morning, mommy." The said in unison, both concentrating intently on their scribbles.

"So, what would you like to do today, babe?" Helga asked coloring in the bow on Starlet's Minnie coloring page.

"Well, I was kind of thinking of taking you all over to The Boarding House, then to that new bakery next to Green's Meat, and them back home." Arnold answered bent over the countertop.

"Alright. Am I making dinner tonight?"

"Nope," Arnold straightened back up and popped his back. "Neither am I. Gerald and Phoebe are coming over tonight. And Gerald told me that Phoebe made some new food, and there's enough to feed half of a Highschool. Or something along those lines." He chuckled.

"Okay." Helga scrunched her eyebrows together and nodded.

Arnold grabbed utensils and set one on each plate. Then grinned at his creations. "Breakfast is complete."

He picked up two children plates, one green and one pink. "Here you go..." He set down each plate in front of its owner. Helga was mesmerized. Starlet's pancake looked at though it had been peeled directly from a Mickey Mouse special on tv. And Miles had a colorful explosion near the tails of his plane and a small pilot behind a thin layer of something clear. "Oh my god... Arnold. How did you...?"

Arnold beamed, "All natural fruit and homemade jelly. With food coloring of course. I figured last night that they would want pancakes like usual. So after you all went to bed I got to work. I'm amazing, eh?" He licked some jelly from a butter knife. "And here is yours." He grabbed the final plate and placed it in front of Helga. A smile slowly formed on her face, and she put a hand to her chest sarcastically. "Oh Arnold your such a... A dick." She laughed. She shoved him playfully and looked back down, "God! Your such an asshole!"

He laughed and kissed her. "It's always been my favorite.. 'Oh Arnold, you make my girlhood tremble'. " He walked from the kitchen laughing. Helga shook her head and stared down at the football shaped pancake and the neatly written words. Including a small signature that read, Forever yours, Your Football Head.

She grinned, and took a bite.

"Criminy! Arnold there's more clothing there than baby!" Helga laughed coming back around the stairs where Arnold sat layering their children.

"It's freezing out there. I don't want either of them to get sick." Arnold pulled on the knitted caps that Gertie had made for the two of them. "I was pretty sickly as a child. It was... It wasn't great." Arnold half smiled at the memory of eating soup while his grandpa read him adventure stories. He stood up and slipped on his jacket. "Alright, there, let's go!" He picked up Starlet and walked out into the garage.

"These roads are terrible.." Arnold said waiting at a four way intersection.

"Yeah," Helga agreed flipping through the many Christmas filled radio station. "Is there nothing without Christmas music!? Gah!" She hastily clicked the switch when she landed on an all Rock'n Roll station. "Yes!"

Arnold smiled and shook his head.

He watched as they passed Gerald field, where a group of children were having a snow ball fight. "Brings back memories..." Arnold said thoughtfully.

"Yeah." Helga agreed.

They drove in silence until they pulled up in front of the more than familiar Boarding House. Arnold cut the engine and looked at the snow covered sidewalk.

They all got from the car and Arnold led the way to the door. He opened the door and set Miles down just passed the threshold. "I'm going to shovel the walk. You alright with going in alone?"

"Yeah, of course." Helga nodded scooting Miles farther into the house.

"Thanks, baby." He kissed her, and hopped down the stairs and went around the corner of the building.

Helga walked all the way through and shut the door, "Phil? Gertie?" Helga called slipping off her coat and hanging it on the hook next to the staircase.

"In the living room, Helga." Phil called back.

Helga stuck out both her index fingers and led the twins to the living room. "Hello, Phil. I just need to get my boots off before I soak your floor. Do you mind unbundling them for me?"

"No problem." Phil said setting his paper aside. "Hey Munchkins!"

"Gampa!" Starlet and Miles shouted and ran toward his large arm chair, slamming into his legs.

Helga chuckled and went to sit down on the stairs. She slipped her feet from her boots and set them on the plastic mat near the door.

"So where's Shortman?" Phil asked as Helga leant against the frame of the entry way into the room.

"He's out front shoveling a path."

"Oh, that boy!" Phillip stated, "Always doing what he think I can't." He shook his head.

Helga nodded, not really sure what to say. "Uhm... Where's Gertie?"

"She's in the kitchen. Baking... Something?" Phil said looking up at Helga and then back down at the twins who were messing with his shoelaces.

"Oh, do you mind if I go and..?"

Helga asked stepping to the right toward the direction of the kitchen.

"Sure, sure. Go right ahead." Phil waved her away smiling.

Helga returned the smile and walked toward the kitchen. Once she was through the door her nose was filled with the strong scent of cinnamon.

Gertrude was kneading doe. "Hello, Gertrude."

"Oh! Eleanor! I didn't expect to see you here today." She stepped back and curtseyed.

Helga returned the gesture and thought of a clever reply to apply to Gertie's fantasy. "Oh yes, I decided to push aside some of the presidential documentation for a visit to you, my dear friend. How have you been fairing?" Helga grinned, proud of her reply.

"I've been well, except for the pirates. They attacked my poop-deck just a few days. Explosions of white smothered my deck."

Helga furrowed her eyebrows,"is that so?"

"Yes, but don't think much of it, dear. How have you and your dearest husband been fairing? Have the young officials caused aches?" Gertie replied layering a large pie tin with the cinnamon doe.

Helga sighed at the mention of 'husband'. "It's been extraordinary, Starlet and Miles are starting to get more articulate. And their walking is getting better too, less wobble now." She smiled at when Starlet first stood up and wobbled to meet Arnold when he got home from work. They had hours of footage of just the two of them walking.

"That's wonderful, Eleanor." Gertrude smiled, "Shall I brew some tea for the two of us?"

"Yes, please." Helga smiled.

"Whooph..." Arnold breathed walking into the warmth of the Boarding House. He slipped out of his boots and hung up his jacket. He walked down the hall, he heard his grandmother and Helga speaking in the kitchen. He stepped into the living room to find Starlet and Miles playing with his old toys that his grandparents had kept. "Hey Grandpa."

"Hey Shortman." His face took on a stern look, "You didn't have to shove the side walk I was going to get to it."

"I know grandpa, I just wanted to do it." Arnold smiled.

His grandfather's face softened and he smiled back. "Okay."

Arnold plopped down onto the couch. He pursed his lips and then asked,"Grandpa... Can I ask you something?"

Phil looked at his grandson, "Course, Shortman, what is it?"

Arnold listened to make sure thy Helga hadn't left the kitchen, "Well for the past few months I've been getting these... These texts and calls and notes. And I'm not... I don't know... I just..." Arnold stopped an took a breath. "There starting to get weirder and weirder. At fist it seemed like harmless pranks. But now I'm getting rude notes at work and harassing messages. And I have no idea where or who it's coming from." Arnold reached into his back pocket, "And I found this outside the twins' window." He unfolded it and handed it to his grandfather.

"Lighter fluid, cigarettes, matches, pink book," Phil read. "Looks like a list of some sorta. Seems some what harmless."

"Yeah but it's the same writing as the notes. What if this person is trying to get into put house? What if Helga and my kids are in danger? What if I'm in danger. I don't kn-." Arnold's phone went off cutting off his sentence. He pulled it out of his back pocket, pulled it out, and unlocked it. All the color drained from his face and his phone went off again, and again, and again.

"What? What is it? Arnold?" Phillip sat forward, worry took over his face.

"Grandpa, they sent me pictures. Of me and Helga." He turned his phone toward his grandfather.

"Whoa... Arnold."

"And when I was shoveling out side." He showed the picture, "The message says, 'the death of one will be the relief of another'. Oh god, Grandpa, this guy's crazy! I don't knew what to do! Why is this person doing this to is!" Tears streamed down his face and Starlet got up an ran over to him.

"Daddy's crying?" She gesture to be pulled up into his lap. He picked her up and wiped his face.

"No, baby, just have an icky in my eyes." Her little eye scanned his face unbelievingly. But she just sat and held his hand with both of hers.

"Have you told Helga? Have you told anyone?" Phil asked sitting back into his seat.

"No, just Gerald when it first started." Arnold sniffled and wiped his nose.

"When that's going to need to change. You need to tell her, and the police. This is harassment and your lives could be in danger. This your family and You need to keep them safe. And you have have to do it soon. Now would be better but I know you won't. But you better tell her by tonight or tomorrow. Then your going to call me. If I don't get that call I'll call you, and I'll come tell her. Is that clear?"

Arnold nodded, "Yes, sir."

"Alright," Phil smiled.

"Thank you, Grandpa."

"Of course, this is what I'm here for."

"See you again soon." Helga waved after shutting the side door of her van and got in.

Arnold hugged his grandparents, "I love you. I'll see you again soon. And Grandpa... Thank you again."

"We love you too, remember what I said. Now get home quick it's suppose to start snowing again."

"Alright." Arnold walked down the stairs and over to the van, "see you later." He got into the drivers side and waved as he pulled away and made his way down the street.

"Stupid, little, Bitch.." The large burly man stood in the dark alley, perfectly lined with the boarding house across the street.

He watched as Helga put two babies into a silver mini van. And then a young blonde man, he presumed was the idiot who knocked her up.

He scoffed, and pulled out a cheap throw away camera from his bag, along with a pack of cigarettes and matches. He began snapping pictures, all the way until the van disappeared down the street. He shoved his camera back into his bag and took a cigarette and lit it. He then strolled from the alley and across the street where he slowly walked down the sidewalk. Going unnoticed, he pulled a book from his pocket and the can of lighter fluid from the other he faced the building and sprayed the pages soaking it through to the cover. He took a long drag from his cigarette and dropped the book into the open recycling bin next to the stairs. He puffed once more and flicked it into the bucket. The book caught fire right away; he pulled his collar up and walked on as the flames grew.

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