Two Different Worlds Chapter 12: Broken, a hey arnold fanfic

Chapter 12

Roughly six months has passed by now, and Helga's career has skyrocketed. She has been in a few films, radio interviews, cover of magazines, and she recently came out with her new book "Lost Soul." Which basically discusses her fame and how it took her by storm, and her searching for herself amongst the sea of fame, but it all helped because the man she is with now is the same yellow haired boy she remembered from her childhood. It was yet another success.

Helga was always working, which meant Arnold was always working. It was only when they were home did they have something close to a relationship. Arnold had opened up to her a bit more, and Helga was less terrified of him, however when it came to her working...which meant he was, it was usually difficult whenever Helga had an acting scene that involved kissing or pretending to make love to another man. Arnold never said anything in the moment or on set, just ignore her until they spoke about it when they got home, but the more they got used to each other he eased on her and was gentle whenever he was upset about something. Helga appreciated it, and was surprised to find out a lot more about Arnold, not only did he speak different languages, he is also very intelligent and enjoys discussing subjects like History, Science, Sociology, Psychology and knowing he didn't want to admit it, she did catch him reading Old Literature novels. She also found out he loves to dance...Such as Hip Hop, Jazz, Modern, Musical Theatre, Ballet (which she thought was a bit strange, but it didn't matter to her much), Swing, and many others, on top of working out all the time. Some nights he would wake shivering in his sleep and Helga would do nothing but hold him in her chest and kiss him gently. He was becoming more vulnerable to her as there relationship progressed, and it made her truly happy. The more time she spent around Arnold, the more she reverted to her old self and it felt good to her. Strangly enough being with him, he taught her to protect herself, and dance because Helga was very uncoordinated, which she counted her many blessings that he could dance. But even amongst all of this she just didn't know if he was jealous of her, which she hoped he wasn't. But whenever she asked him, he would just smile, kiss her and tell her he loved being around her. After six months of being together, she loved being with him and was now officially addicted to him. Still something was coming, and it kept her stomach unsettled.

A few rumors have spread that Helga or Ms. Pataki is dating her body guard, which thankfully no one remembered his name for a little while. Arnold preffered to stay out of the lime light. He loved the shadows, and for Helga she was learning to appreciate it, just as Helga was learning to appreciate her old self.

Surprisingly, there sex life had been almost too much for her to handle...it was like he wanted sex all the time, but Helga didn't mind...as long as it was with him because no matter what he did...drove her absolutely crazy. However he never attacked her while they were both at work, and deep down she really wanted him to.

Helga had spent some extra time to call her close friend Phoebe and they talked for hours and hours on end completly ignoring Arnold, and depending on his mood would either go dance in Helga's studio in the lower basement or sit by the fireplace and read. Now Phoebe and Gerald were officially married by the certificate, but they still hadn't had the big wedding. They spoke of there other classmates, considering Phoebe spent time keeping up with all of them. Helga did miss all of them desperately, and the idea struck her as she was on the phone with Phoebe.

"Hey Pheebs, I completely forgot to tell you something...and your gonna like shoot me a million times when I tell ya this" Helga said sounding like her old self.

Phoebe giggled her mousy giggle.

"What is it Helga?" Pheebs asked, curious.

"So you read my book right? And you know yellow haired boy is Arnold right? Well...lets just say...uhm-" Helga almost mustered up the courage to say but stopped herself.

"Out with it Pataki!" Pheebs commanded.

Helga breathed a heavy sigh.

"Lets just say under a really STRANGE set of events, me and Arnold are now dating..." Helga said sounding sheepish.

Silence.

"OH MY GOD HELGA! THATS WONDERFUL! I'M SO HAPPY FOR YOU! Still a bit mad! BUT HELGA! THIS IS GREAT!" Pheebs said screaming over the phone.

Helga could hear her jumping around in the background.

"Whats all the ruckus?" Helga heard Gerald say in the background. Phoebe stopped jumping.

"Hey Tall Hair Boy, hows it going?" Helga spoke a smile on her face.

"Well I'll be damned, if it isn't the famous Helga G. Pataki. Whats shaking, I haven't heard from you since you moved away, next thing I know I'm seeing your ass on tv!" Gerald says over the phone, now having taken it from Phoebe.

Helga laughed at Gereld.

"Yeah well, thats what always working does...I guess." Helga replied to him sounding very much like her old self.

"Gereld?" Helga heard a voice on the phone, and it wasn't Pheebs.

"Arnold?" Gerald said over the phone, sounding almost shocked.

Silence for a few moments.

"How you been man?" Arnold asked first, sounding very genuine.

"Its been years and now you decide to ask me how I'm doing?" Gerald said over the phone now sounding pissed.

"Yeah, I've been busy." Arnold said, not giving him too much information.

"Really? After you suddenly left everything and sold your grandparents home? I was worried about you man" Gerald said emotionless.

Helga had lost all the blood on her face, what was going on?

"I'm sorry man, look I know what I did was stupid. But I had to, at least I thought I did at the time." Arnold replied admittly to him.

"What you mean?" Gerald asked now taken aback by his comment.

"Nothing, it was good talking to you." Arnold said quickly and detatched as Helga heard the click of the phone.

"Gerald you still there?" Helga said sounding like a mouse now.

"Yeah...Wait! Why is Arnold over your house?" Gereld asked exclaiming over the phone.

"Its a long story, and one I can't share with you unfortunately." Helga replied now sounding sad.

Helga swore to him she would never tell a soul, not even Pheebs.

"You can't tell me what happened to my best friend? I spent weeks looking for his ass and now you can't even tell me what the fuck you know about what happend to him? After me and my parents were worried about him? Nah, you know what, thas cool. Don't even worry about it." Gerald yelled now sounding like an angry black man.

This made Helgas heart sink even further. She heard Gereld shove the phone back at Pheebs.

"Helga, what just happened?" Pheebs asked, sounding scared now.

"I have no idea, Pheebs...I really don't" Helga lied, even though she knew exactly what happened.

"I've never seen him this mad." Pheebs admitted, sounding like she was holding her breath over the phone.

"Its okay Pheebs, breathe." Helga told her to do, and Pheebs did.

"Call me later, I gotta talk to my husband." Pheebs said, sounding firm.

"Ditto, well...something like that." Helga said as they both said there good byes.

Arnold and Helga spoke about it briefly, as they both prepared to head to sleep. Helga had a photo shoot in the morning.

Arnold had begun noticing that Helga would sneak out of the bed and followed her each time and she stopped herself mid stride, and lie to his face. He was suspicious and it made him uneasy lately. One of these nights he was going to catch what she was doing. Tonight he intended to.

They had laid in bed together, he pretended to be sleep and a few hours later he felt Helga slip from under him and tip toe out of the bedroom. His eyes shot open staring at the ceiling as he began counting her heart beat and listening to the sound of her footsteps, God she was loud at least to him she was.

The further away she got, the more worried he became. He decided to wait until he could no longer hear her for a couple more minutes. He then rose from the bed, and began walking still not making a sound considering he knew where everything was...including every part of the carpet that made noise he avoided and remembered. Arnold followed her downstairs to the third floor basement, as she snuck past all of her crew member sleeping soundly. Arnold followed behind her in the darkness swiftly, and quietly. Arnold hid behind the wall because he knew she was going to turn around, and she did. He looked to see she had opened another door leading to another seperate area downstairs, he heard her footsteps going downstairs.

Now he knew he was getting rusty, this was not good. He stayed where he was to see if he could hear her downstairs which he was.

He heard her rustle through things, like a bag and he heard the sound of paper rustling as well. He heard a metal tap, and a loud static noise, she had turned something on. She seemed to be adjusting the volume on something, and her heard her voice projected through what sounded like a mike.

He stood patiently waiting before making a move. He then heard a simple piano tune begin to play on the speakers, and her voice projected through the mike. She was singing...

"Notice me

Take my hand

Why are we Strangers when

Our love was strong

Why carry on without me"

Her voice was beautiful, and angelic, and very sad. Arnold then relaxed himself, as he opened the door and stood in the door way staring at her, and she had her eyes closed lost in her own words, He breathed in quietly as he closed his eyes and just listened to her.

"Everytime I try to fly I fall

Without my wings I feel so small

I guess I need you baby

And everytime I see

Your in my dreams I see your face

Its haunting me I guess I need you baby"

"I make-believe

That you are here

Its the only way

That I see clear

What have I done?

You seem to move on easy"

"Everytime I try to fly I fall

Without my wings I feel so small

I guess I need you baby

And everytime I see

Your in my dreams I see your face

Your haunting me

I guess I need you baby"

"I may have made it rain

Please forgive me

My weakness caused you pain

And this song's my sorry"

(Helga breathed in a shaky breath as the tune continued her eyes still closed.)

"At night I pray

(Helga's eyes shot open staring into the glass, now they were filled with massive tears streaming down her face and she resumed singing. Looking pained.)

That soon your face will fade away"

"Everytime I try to fly I fall

Without my wings I feel so small

I guess I need you baby

And everytime I see

You ruin my dreams

I see your face

Your haunting me

I guess I need you baby"

The piano tune still playing on the speakers until it faded out, and Helga relaxed herself by breathing in a long sigh, and wiped her tears away before finally looking around.

"You sing beautifully my love" Arnold said his voice deep and soothing. His eyes still closed and enveloped in her song and how she sang it. Arnold was leaning himself back against the entrance way wall, his blonde hair messy and unruly, seeming really relaxed.

Helga's eyes bulged out of her head, and she almost wanted to yell at him. But then remembered what he had just said, she casted her eyes away from him.

"Thanks." Helga sheepishly admitted.

"When did you write it?" Arnold asked, his eyes now open and he turned himself to her, his posture relaxed. He was wearing nothing but sweat pants that hung from his hips on one side.

Helga looked directly at him before speaking, she sighed again.

"I wrote it whenever I had time, considering I've been having nightmares...from time to time...about, you know what." Helga admitted.

"Here I was thinking I was the only one fucked up in this relationship, having bad dreams of all the people I've ever killed in my life and you were always there for me. Helga, love...how do you expect me to be here to support you if you don't trust me with things like this? Why have you been hiding you can sing?" Arnold asked now walking past all the speakers in the recording studio and sat down as motioned her to sit on the speakers with him.

Helga could do nothing but smile back at him and sit down next to him. Arnold picked Helga up and sat her on his lap, simply resting his head in between her neck and Arnold wrapped his arms around Helga's waist. Helga giggled now sitting in Arnolds lap. They sat in each others company both lost in there own thoughts for a moment or so.

"Voc ainda n o respondeu minha pergunta senhorita Pataki (You still didn't answer my question Miss Pataki)" Arnold said in Portuguese, merely nuzzling himself in between her neck. He was completely absorbed in the way she smelled, but regained focus as he just lay there now shifting to her shoulder.

"Arnoldo, a translation would be nice ya know?" Helga said sounding like herself finally.

Arnold breathed a smile as he gripped her a little tighter so she wouldn't fall off of his lap.

"I said, you still didn't answer my question Ms. Pataki" His voice deep and soothing and filled with genuine love and interest.

"Okay, well the answer to your question is because I would try to sing in my house when I was living with Bob and Miriam, and needless to say...thats how I got that huge scar on my rib that you know of. He said I was being too loud, so ever since then I've kept it a secret." Helga said, her voice dropping although she didn't seem to tear up at the memory.

Arnold realized he was holding Helga and didn't want to grip her tighter, otherwise he would break her in half. So he kissed her gently around the temples of her forehead, and her cheeks.

"I think, the world should hear what you have to say. You sing beautifully Helga." Arnold replied to her.

"Its hard...I don't know how to burden you with these things about me...its like, even though we had spent all that time growing apart from each other...I only know how to open up when I'm alone. The only thing thats still the same about you, is that you at least trusted me and told me everything. I almost choked on my own tears and was willing to go to the grave before you found out about my secret with you all those years, and about my family. I did this on a whim, and now here I am famous which I never expected any of this to happen. I thought I was going to die before ever seeing you again. I feel so guilty knowing I can't share this stuff with you about me...and it hurts and I'm sor-" Helga said, but Arnold had kissed her. His lips were warm and soft.

"Don't apologize Helga, I don't know what it was like being you. I don't know what its like to have parents that don't give two sacks of shits about you, because mine passed away and I went insane. I know its going to take you time, and trust me...everything about me didn't come as easy as you think it did. I remember having a conversation with myself about it...thinking I may have regretted my decision because I realized I was putting you in danger for my selfish wishes. So its okay, take as much time as you need Helga, I'll be right here...So long as I am with you and I lurk in the shadows, nothing will ever harm you so long as I'm alive. Okay?" Arnold said as he was caressing her face looking into her eyes smiling warmly and lovingly.

"Te odio (I hate you)" Helga responded to him in spanish.

Arnold smiled, knowing that she hated him for always saying the right things to her.

"Te amo demasiado Helga (I love you too Helga)" Arnold responded, pulling her into his chest for a heartfelt hug. He kissed the top of her forehead and held her for a few more moments as he rested his head on top of hers.

Arnold lifted her with his left arm, and carried her like if she were a child as he used his other arm to shut off everything in the studio. Then he carried her bridal style up the steps, and they both went to bed.

Helga's photoshoot had finished early, thankfully she had delivered, which the staff for Style magazine loved her.

Arnold insisted that they drive to Jeans office as soon as they done.

Since they have been together for six months Arnold never insisted on going anywhere, she always took control of everything...what could he possibly be planning?

They pulled the limo up, and Arnold said nothing to Helga as he got out first, barely even seeing him walk out the car and if he did...she didn't hear his footsteps at all.

Arnold jerked his head at her as if to say "follow me, now." and Helga faithfully followed behind him.

"Why are we going to Jeans office?" Helga asked him, and he said nothing to her in response.

Whenever he's working he becomes her body guard and not her boyfriend, because he always says...nothing. Its not like you have to not talk in order to be a good body guard. She was going to ask him about that later.

Arnold then swiftly began walking into Jeans office, not knocking at all. Jean jumped at him now realizing he was standing in her office.

"What?" Jean snapped at him.

Arnold merely looked at her before speaking.

"Ms. Pataki can sing and I want you to listen to her." Arnold replied keeping it short sweet and to the point. His stance was always relaxed but still rigid, and ready for anything at any moment.

"Wha-No, he's just-" Helga began to say so she could shy herself out of it.

Arnold shot her a look that said "stop lying."

Helga gave up at his gaze.

"Yeah, I can sing." Helga admitted.

Arnold then pulled out a small Ipod with mini speakers that held all the background music she made for her songs. He finally stepped into the corner of Jeans office and leaned against the wall not saying anything once more, merely focused on Helga waiting for her to press play.

Helga was shocked, when did he get that? Where did he get that? Curse her for ever leaving things out in the open for him to find!

Arnold smiled cunningly, knowing she had no choice.

"Alright, well grace me with your voice so I can move on with my life" Jean said nonchalantely.

Arnold looked over at Helga, and knew it was going to set her off. It was only a couple things that set her off, this was one of them.

"Fine." Helga said her words coming out seethingly. She stepped back, warming up her vocals before she decided to press the play button. Sure Helga knew all her songs by heart because she sang them multiple times, but she had no idea which one it was left on.

It wasn't the piano one she sang from last night...it was the song she wrote called Fighter. Oh shit. Helga thought to herself, and she looked over at Arnold quickly, his face cast by the dark shadow, his eyes were soft almost as if telling her "Its only you, and me right now, sing baby." without uttering a word at all. That was all the courage she needed. Helga stood tall, poised and began.

"How could this man I thought I knew

Turn out to be unjust so cruel

Could only see the good in you

Pretended not to know the truth

You tried to hide your lies, disguise yourself

Through living in denial

But in the end you'll see

You won't stop me

I am a fighter and I I ain't goin' stop

There is no turning back I've had enough!"

(When Helga got to the "enough" part, she sang her heart to the top of her lung capicity and it was in harmony with the tune, it was with feeling, and more importantly...it had soul to it. Helga began crying listening to herself sing, once more.)

"You thought I would forget,

But I remember

'Cause I remember

I remember

You thought I would forget,

But I remember

'Cause I remember

I remember"

"Cause it makes me that much stronger

Makes me work a little bit harder

It makes me that much wiser

So thanks for making me a fighter

Made me learn a little bit faster

Made my skin a little bit thicker

Makes me that much smarter

So thanks for making me a fighter"

The song ended, and Helga opened her eyes tears fully streaming down her face ruining her makeup a bit, as she held a look of determination in her eyes. Jean stood there with her jaw dropped to the floor, and Arnold held a malicious smile on his face.

"Ms. Pataki...your singing and acting career is about to sky rocket. I'm calling and setting you up for a video shoot for this song. I loved it, and more importantly it was beautiful. It was you out there, and not what everyone expects you to be. I'm proud of you kid, and amazed honestly." Jean said smiling warmly at her but still very excited.

Helga could feel eyes on her, so she turned to look behind Jeans glass office doors and everyone who worked in the office was whispering and talking amongst themselves, as one member started applauding. Everyone else seemed to join in as well till everyone was applauding, including Arnold. Helga was speechless, was her singing really that good?

"Wait, Helga I have one question for you..." Jean said, looking serious.

"Whats that?" Helga said, her tone returning to normal.

"Can you dance at all?" Jean asked her, looking directly at her.

Helga flushed, not really. Who was she kidding, not at all, she was as uncoordinated as two left feet.

"I take your silence as a no." Jean sighed to herself.

"I can." Arnold said, his eyes still glaring through the shadows, his voice deep and rumbling. He was still leaning against the wall in the corner of her office, and chose not to walk towards them.

"Really? Well...I bet you can." Jean said, eyeing him up and down.

"Alright that settles it, if you can't do a particular dance move ask your body guard to help you out" Jean said looking at Helga winking at her. Arnold smiled maliciously in the shadows.

"Also, Helga...if you want Arnold to be your co star in any of your videos...your more than welcome to do so. Just be ready to explain to the world...that you have been dating for six months now. So you need to be okay with fessing up if you want him to be your co star" Jean said honestly.

"I'm assuming I'll get paid as well for being a hired co star?" Arnold asked simply.

"Still the shrewd business man, yes you will be. Thats only IF your casted. I wouldn't get your hopes up if I were you." Jean said sternly. It made Arnold smile even more maliciously.

"Eu não estou preocupado com isso, as pessoas são facilmente conquistado por meios simples. (I'm not worried about it, people are easily won over by simple means.)" Arnold said, almost chuckling evil to himself.

There he goes again. Helga thought to herself, but who knows, it might be fun working with Arnold as an actual working partner.

"Shoo! Now you both just gave me more work to do!" Jean said, as Arnold walked out the office first swiftly and the crowd moved as soon as he opened the doors. Helga followed behind him, it was nice to have him take the reigns for once on something and she didn't have to worry about anything.

They hopped in the limo, as they probably took Helga over to her next job.

Arnold sat relaxed, but motionless, his eyes were closed.

"Hey Arnold." Helga said gently to him. Arnold smirked, still not opening his eyes. He turned part of hisself to her as if letting her know he was listening.

"Why don't you ever talk to me? You know like when were working?" Helga asked him really curious and rather bothered.

"Porque falar é uma distração. (Because talking is a distraction.)" Arnold said speaking fluently to Helga. His voice sounded deeper than usual. He seemed to be on edge, at least from what she could tell.

"English, please?" Helga pleaded this time.

Arnolds eyes shot open, and they were still bright. He turned away from her before he spoke.

"Talking is a distraction." Arnold said matter of factly.

"Sooo meaning...what?" Helga asked still not understanding him.

"I can't hear anything when I talk, Helga." Arnold said, his body tensing up for a second then relaxing after he breathed a sigh.

"Oh, you mean like around you?" Helga said, now finally understanding him.

"Sim. (yes.)" Arnold replied to her his dialect changing again.

"Alright what ever you say, yutz." Helga snapped at him now sounding irritated.

Arnold only spoke a different language because he liked being cryptic, hell even these past six months he threw away his phone and refuses to get a bank account. His paranoia was getting better, but some things he would not subjegate to. No online accounts, no bank account, and no phone. He liked it that way, it made him non existant to the world, and only existant to Helga. Thats all that mattered to him. Arnold did feel on edge lately, perhaps it was because he hadn't killed anything lately. Granted, he would kill animals but it wasn't the same. There's a type of euphoria or a type of high he didn't realize he would be missing on. He worked out, danced, and did all those things to help keep his mind from thinking about it. Sure he learned about it in Brazil...but it wasn't the same. He desperately wanted to speak one of his many languages to Helga. Not just one of them, like English. He wanted to speak Portuguese, Spanish, French, Arabic, Italian, and German all at one time so he would confuse anyone who was listening in. Sometimes she understood him, and other times she didn't. It still didn't matter to him, but he was just feeling a bit on edge because now he was waiting for something to happen so he could kill it for no reason. After all, he was a cold blooded killer, and his skills were getting weak and he didn't like it. Not one bit. But the worst part about this whole dilemma, was he wanted nothing more than to be with Helga.

They made a turn as the driver was taking her to her next job, Helga was still unaware of which one that was, but decided to relax for a bit.

"OH MY GOD!" The driver yelled, slamming on the brakes and suddenly the car was surrounded by blacked masked people with guns. Each of the black masked group began climbing on the limo and one arm broke from the limo and grabbed Helga.

Arnold smiled a wide, sadistic, and evilly malicious smile. Perfect, this is exactly what he was waiting on.

"ARNOLD! HELP!" Helga screamed for him, and he snapped into action as he suddenly pulled out his long knife.

Arnold cut quickly and swiftly at the persons arm that grabbed Helga trying to pull her up. His arm was completely severed and blood gashed everywhere all over Helga's hair and onto Arnolds face. Helga caught a quick glimpse and was horrified at him because she now saw Arnold had licked the blood off of his lips. He then quickly reached out with one arm and pulled his entire body out of the hole in the roof.

Helga could only sit completely mortified, now realizing that there was a severed mans hand laying on the floor of the limo and she was covered in blood. It was too much for her to handle...it reminded her, of...as Helga was thinking but ended up passing out.

Arnold had already scanned the area for security cameras as they were driving through the area, and Arnold landed swiftly on his feet of the limo.

"Which one is the leader? Bring him to me. Otherwise suffer the wrath Do açougueiro (of the butcher)" Arnold said, his voice loud, deep and commanding. His blue eyes scanning the crowd of all the men dressed in black.

"Ah, para que você não fala a minha língua, que é bom. (Ah so you do speak my language, that's good.)" The black masked boy said, as he then walked up to the limo.

Arnold was standing on the roof of it, awaiting for him to speak again. Arnold couldn't hear Helga's heart beat at this point, but he could still hear a small pulse so he knew she would be okay so long as no one comes near the car.

"Eu vou apenas cortar direto ao ponto, açougueiro. Você não se lembra de mim, mas eu vi você destruir minha aldeia inteira em uma única noite. Que tipo de homem faz isso, a menos que ele é um demônio. Eu jurei vingança em cima de você, e eu esperei até que eu estava pronto para enfrentá-lo. (I'll just cut right to the chase, butcher. You don't remember me, but I saw you destroy my entire village in one night. What kind of man does that unless he's a demon. I swore revenge upon you, and I waited until I was ready to face you. )" The black masked man said, now taking his mask off to show his face to Arnold.

Arnold chuckled evilly at him, his eyes lighting up playfully in the midday sky. Arnold hadn't wiped the blood off of his face from when he severed the guys arm. His eyes were sparkling with joy.

"Eu lembro de você, garoto. Eu deixá-lo viver, porque eu queria que você venha atrás de mim. Eu vi tanto potencial em seus olhos, como havia em mim quando cheguei a este país maldito. Então venha menino, me dê o seu melhor tiro. Eu te desafio. (I remember you, little boy. I let you live BECAUSE I wanted you to come after me. I saw as much potential in your eyes as there was in me when I first arrived to that damn country. So come on boy, give me your best shot. I dare you.)" Arnold teased and challenged him, smirking confidently. His smile was as wide as the Cheshire cat.

"Você demônio de olhos azuis! Vou trazer minha aldeia à justiça! (You blue eyed demon! I will bring my village to justice!)" The preteen boy said to him sending his men to attack Arnold first.

Arnold was still smiling even after they were charging after him.

Helga awoke, her driver had already left and now she remembered how gross she felt looking down at herself and freaked out. But she looked outside the limo and was mortified at what she saw.

"Hahahaha, Isso é divertido, não é meninos? (this is fun isn't it boys?)" Arnold yelled out his voice rumbling, deep, and sadisticlly.

He was swiftly cutting and severing different parts of there bodies; like there arms, and there legs. But he made certain he did NOT kill them or hit major points that wasn't repairable. Either way, he was enjoying himself.

The preteen boy stood there mortified, and Helga gasped holding inside her scream at the look on Arnolds face.

Arnold was covered in blood and dirt, once he realized he was, he closed his eyes and and began stretching his arms and breathed in a long sigh after cracking his neck. To any normal person, it looked sick and morbid the way he moved, but to him this was Arnold actually getting warmed up.

It took everything inside her to not scream at what she was seeing, maybe Arnold was right about him all those times he warned her and she didn't listen.

"Now do you see Ms. Pataki what I tried to warn you of six months ago." Arnold merely said to her not turning to look in her direction, his voice was still gentle even though he was covered in blood. The preteen stood there infuriated.

"Você não tem vergonha!? (have you no shame!?)" The preteen screamed at him. Arnold chuckled at him.

"De quê? Minhas habilidades? Não. Eu passei muitos dias extensas, noites, semanas, até anos, aperfeiçoando o meu ofício. Volte para me enfrentar em seis a dez anos mais ou menos. (Of what? My abilities? No. I spent many extensive days, nights, weeks, even years, perfecting my craft. Come back to face me in six to ten more years or so.)" Arnold said as he turned away from the boy quickly and began walking back to the limo. The preteen stood infuriated and wanting nothing more than to see this man dead.

"Ouça, você pode querer levá-los a um hospital antes de sangrar até a morte. (Listen, you may want to get them to a hospital before they bleed to death.)" Arnold said still walking away from the preteen leader of the attack.

"Como se atreve a me mostrar misericórdia!? (How dare you show me mercy!)" The boy yelled to him, his face full of tears now. Arnold turned to face him now and spoke calmly.

"É melhor ter sorte sua misericórdia, eu estou mostrando. Porque eu teria terminado essa luta antes, mas eu estava ... bem me divertindo. (You better be lucky its mercy I'm showing you. Because I would have ended this fight sooner, but I was...thoroughly enjoying myself.)" Arnold spoke smiling sadistically.

"Isso é algum tipo de piada para você!? (Is this some kind of joke for you!?)" The preteen boy yelled, his voice now screeching.

"Não, não é uma piada. Foi, divertido. Graças garoto que eu realmente precisava do exercício que eu estava começando a ficar confortável. (No, its not a joke. It was, fun. Thanks kid I really needed the exercise I was starting to get comfortable.)" Arnold said, now turning away from the preteen boy. Arnold could hear the preteen boys footsteps as he was running swiftly away.

"Helga, can you call the hospital? They need help otherwise they will die." Arnold replied sounding genuine.

"Get away from me! I mean it! Go away!" Helga yelled at him, cowering in fear away from the window.

"Helga, I-" Arnold began to say and reached for her face and she forcefully shoved his hand away. Helga was shaking at this point. He had blood all over him, and he reeked of fresh blood, it was in his hair, on his clothes, and he even licked it off, gross, sick, No.

Arnold breathed a heavy sigh, and looked at Helga one last time. When she looked at him, he was saying...Goodbye my love.

Suddenly Helga's heart began to sink lower and lower into her stomach, and she ran out the limo towards Arnold hugging his back and crying.

"I'm sorry Arnold, I didn't mean it...I was just scared! I didn't know what to do, I-" Helga said gripping him tighter, not wanting to let him go. Both of them still coverd in blood but she didn't care, all she knew was that she might never see him again.

"No, you have every right to be. I told you this is who I was, and I'm sorry you had to see it. Helga make me another few promises please?" Arnold said, trying to sound emotionless as if fighting himself back.

"Anything." Helga said to him, with desperation in her voice.

"If you find me dead somewhere, please bury me and I want you to have all the money I've earned working for you. Do with it as you wish, just...be happy. Sing, be in the spotlight, and I'll be watching you for as long as I can. But I can't be with you now...its too dangerous to be with me. So goodbye Helga...my love. Thank you for showing me what happiness really is. I didn't think it was possible for me. But you showed me wrong right?" Arnold said having turnt towards her mid conversation and caressed her face. Arnold looked pained, and truly hurt, smearing blood on her face.

"But Arno-" Helga began to say, and Arnold grabbed her face, as he placed a finger over her lips to shush her.

"Another promise you will make me right now; you will not search for me. The next promise you will make to me, is you will move on and find another man to make you happy. Okay? I can let you go, because I love you. But I will not live with the regret of having anything happen to you. Ever. I would die a million deaths than to see you suffer, to see you cry, or to see anything happen to you. You'll be fine, because your a lot stronger than you think." Arnold said, gritting his teeth and his tears flowing from his face his body growing more and more tense.

"You can't ask me-" Helga began to say as Arnold heard sirens coming down their street. He took Helga's lips once more, and it was...cold. Helga could taste his tears on her lips. He broke away swiftly, and when Helga opened her eyes...he was gone.

Her heart had shattered into a million pieces, her stomach began hurting, and her tears stung her face. She felt sick, and empty inside. She collapsed to the concrete in the middle of the street and wailed out into the skys, as she fell and began jerkin herself back and forward. Helga was surrounded by men who had lost an arm, or maybe a leg, or both. Helga unknowingly landed into the pool of blood when she began jerking herself back and forwards.

"ARNOLD! NOOOO! I can't..." Helga screamed until the hospital truck showed up.

Arnold stood at the roof of the highest building at the time in the shadows as he saw Helga jerking herself back and forwards in the middle of the street in the pool of blood. Arnolds heart, or whatever was left of it...is now non existent and cursed everything holy. He no longer cared, and wished to challenge the boy hoping he would succeed in killing Arnold.

If he could not have Helga, he wanted nothing else. He fucked up, and there was no making this one up, and he knew it. Thats what made him the most upset. Helga never had to worry about typical relationship issues that most couples talk about; getting bored, there significant other cheating on them. No, she had to worry about whenever he got the urge to kill, and keeping his secret about his past.

But it was because of Helga that he didn't kill them mercilessly like he would have back then. Perhaps that's all he had now, was to go back to that place. That was his home...this place was not.

Not it would've made any difference whether he killed them or not, he still caused them harm. Only because he thought they were coming after Helga at first, then he took advantage of the fact that it was because he was looking for Arnold that he decided to throw everything away.

Helga deserved a better man than he. It was a shame, he really did look forward to building more memories and working with her...all of that was gone. All by his one stupid urge to want to slice something human.

Arnold allowed his tears to flow from his eyes as he watched Helga drive away from him. This was the last time he was ever going to see her...the further away she drove the more he reverted back to his old face before he met her. The shadow overcasted him, and his eyes turning more and more cold. For you see...Arnold now knew, he just lost not just his love...but the very reason he lives alltogether.

Arnold did not bother to wipe the tears from his face, simply turned away from the the street he last saw Helga, and jumped from the roof...disappearing into the darkness.

-End Of Chapter 12