A/N: I have to say no to that Savage although that is your personal opinion. I will say I don't like Lila. Never enjoyed that character from the moment she was introduced. My very first Hey Arnold story was not giving Lila or Rhonda an evil part or even Helga being a Princess part. My Librarian story, Lila wasn't an evil person in that she was a nice girl. Rhonda was a bad girl but that was because she was jealous. Stuff happens. I don't care if I want Arnold to look at Helga that way because he should look at her in that way. I think Helga is a remarkable character. I'm not ashamed of myself. You don't need to read my story if you don't want to. I'm not forcing you so thank you for your opinion. Now please read other stories out there if you don't like mines.

As for everyone else. Thank you very much for reading this and giving me awesome reviews.

Rhonda did rejoin, Arnold's table again, but for the most part was quiet while remaining studiously examining places where she could volunteer her time. Spotting a few she felt interested in she decided to head outside to place a call to them.

Heading back inside, Rhonda scored one interview after school leading her to be very hopeful. Seeing Wendell with that girl in the hallway, she averted her eyes quickly, but it was far too late when he took notice of her. He waved at her so she had to do the same to him. Seeing the girl walk away, Rhonda wanted to keep moving till he was right there.

"Hi Rhonda. How are you today?" He wondered sweetly.

She gazed into his bluish eyes once thinking they were brown. Why did she think that? Rhonda touched his shirt sleeve tenderly. "I-I'm trying to cope. You?"

He smiled as he enjoyed how she smelled. "I went out on an early date with Beth. I was curious, and still not interested." He felt her soft touch on his arm.

Rhonda came a bit closer. "Oh?"

"What were you doing just now?" He couldn't stop staring into those dark eyes of hers. He never cared for dark eyes before, but with her he wanted to keep swimming in those depths.

"Well instead of punishing myself like I was doing before, a friend suggested that I do something different. So after school I have an interview to do some volunteer work." Rhonda felt excited again. "I really want to help out."

"That's fantastic to hear." Wendell perked up at hearing that. "They'll want you. I know it."

Blushing at how he said it, Rhonda felt her cheeks get redder. "T-Thanks"

"You sure I can't take you out." His hand went up to her arm. "It would be nothing fancy, but I would love to."

She trembled at his touch. She wanted to say yes so badly. "Oh gosh, Wendell."

He knew his answer. "Guess I'll have to wait then." Bending to kiss her cheek, Wendell raised himself up to wander off slowly.

XX

Rhonda smiled later on at her finding herself getting the volunteer job. They told her that she would be helping organize things in the back for now. It would be some clerical duties, but she didn't mind. She felt almost accomplished.

Brainy followed as closely as possible as he could without alerting her. His Deity was always great at knowing before when he was around, now he had to remain vigilant in his efforts.

He watched as she walked with, Arnold. His hand held hers possessively. Something that his Deity took to very happily.

His fists clenched so hard that he broke skin. He continued to bury his long fingernails in to the point where blood was slowly coming down. His jaw clenched. He growled. He wanted to bury himself to the hilt inside of her before Arnold did.

Sid felt a presence inside his room. A presence he did not need right now. His eyes squeezed shut from the pain he was feeling right now. He didn't need another spectator in there. A doctor was fine, but not another patient wishing to see the new person.

"Hey there." Said a much too upbeat voice.

Sid groaned. "Please just leave." It felt like a starved tiger was being let loose inside of his body. A tiger that will rip you apart.

Large blue eyes towards him along with a babyish face. He brushed his long brown hair back as he came next to him. "Wow! You might be my new roommate one day."

He closed his eyes from the torture. "What did I just tell you?"

"My name is John. I was in the same place you were in. Oh gosh I was beaten up terribly by these guys. Six of them all together." He shivered as his voice turned dark. "They did awful things to me. "Very awful things. Things I don't like repeating, but do in therapy."

Sid's eyes opened to glance at John. Suddenly his baby face melted off to turn terribly sad and aged. "How long have you been here?"

John sighed. "Almost two years." He looked Sid up and down. "I was actually in worst shape than you." Sitting on the seat nearest to the bed, John propped his leg up to lift up the pant to reveal a prosthetic. "It was done in the middle of winter. I wasn't found for two days." Standing back up, John gazed into Sid's eyes. "They buried me in snow. They not only broke my legs, but impaled me. I've had so many surgeries done on me to last a lifetime."

"I'm sorry."

He shrugged. "You know that it is better to keep on living instead of stopping your life because of them." He suggested. "You know you will get out of here."

Sid was afraid of asking this question. "Will I be the same?"

John shook his head. "No, but to live is the best way to show them that you won. Not them."

Arnold kissed her collar bone as his hand brushed down the strap of her shirt. He made sure to leave her bra strap in tact. In some form he didn't want to do that, but he knew he could still wait.

"Arnold." She breathed out huskily.

He laid her down on his bed wishing to wash her scent all over his linens. He loved the way her golden hair fanned out. Enjoyed how she touched his skin just a bit. He undid the button of her jeans before helping her out of them. He loved watching those long legs slide out.

"You know you've seen me fully nude before." She teased.

He came down to kiss her neck. His lips traced up to kiss her lobe. "Yes, but on my bed I might not stop there."

Helga thrilled at that thought though. "I won't stop you though."

He groaned. It was so strangled as he went to kiss her as he began to remove his own clothing. Once he did, Helga flipped him on his back to remove his underwear off. "Helga."

"Shh. I didn't get a chance to look at your goodies." She grinned as she examined him closely. "Very good goody."

He chuckled at her cuteness. Sitting up to cup her face, Arnold kissed her fervently. No, he wasn't in a rush for their first time.

Curly viewed Nadine something of the pinnacle of all virginity. She has such a pure soul. A pure heart. A pure mind. Still he wanted her. It was like he wanted to wash himself in holy water just by being with her. He felt that even after she gave herself to him or anyone else, she would still remain this pinnacle.

His lips traced down her neck wishing to taste her more and more. He was possessed. He knew how he felt for this girl, and he wondered how she felt for him. In his dreams it was increasingly known how he saw her. His fingers lifted up her shirt a little in hopes she would give him permission, and the way she arched her back was permission enough.

Curly lifted her shirt over her trim frame to find himself wishing to even bow right in front of her. He brought his face down to kiss her stomach. Leading up towards her chest. He kissed over her lace bra just making out the slight color of her. What was she thinking? Soon he felt her hands on his shirt prompting him to lift his own shirt up and over.

Nadine's eyes lit up at how perfect he appeared. For someone who spent so much time in the asylum, his figure was so toned. She wanted him. She more than wanted him. She loved him. "Please Curly."

His lips now under her chin, Curly whispered. "Please, what?"

Her eyes closed from how wanton she felt right now. "I want you to be my first."

He purred at that.

Lila clawed at her attacker after he grabbed her to haul her away from the boarding house. She tried to scream at him, but he had his hand over her mouth. Now in some abandoned place she couldn't make sense of, Lila hit Brainy before hissing at him.

"The Devil speaks." Brainy wasn't harmed by what she tried to do. He almost had to laugh at what she dared to do.

"He is with that Harlot right now. So don't you dare call me that. She is the Devil." Lila spat out as she tried to make it past him only to be stopped. "Bastard."

"Keep it up, Devil." Feeling her trying to push at him, Brainy laughed till he felt a kick in his groin area. "Argh!" Grabbing at her waist he brought her against the wall. "When did you start wanting someone who doesn't want you?"

Lila wanted to kick at him again. "That's funny. When did you start wanting someone who really doesn't want you?"

"My Deity is different. She was always meant to be worshipped from afar." Brainy told her truthfully. "Arnold wanted you, but you teased him. You flirted with him thinking he had a chance, and than you snagged it away. I noticed that once he was with Helga, you acted happy, but than you weren't. I spotted you cheering once they ended. I spotted you after him. Your number one fan not wanting you hurt you that badly? You had Stinky, Sid, Iggy, and every boy around. Well not me. I had taste. Also Gerald. He knew your game from the get go."

Lila narrowed her eyes at him before spitting in his face. "Jerk."

"That's fine. Though the sewer is cleaner than you." Was his only comment before dropping her to the ground.

"She wants me to call the cops on you for attacking her dad. You are also missing. I will call the cops to tell them where you are. How would you like that?" Lila threw her head back in pride.

Brainy shrugged. "Do it. I can escape any jail. I will just run away from home. I will do anything to stay near her." He smiled with pride himself. "I always will."

"Than I will kill her myself and place the blame all on you. They will never suspect someone like me. I'm more innocent compared to you. After all." Lila smirked. "You are the reason why they have security now."

He kissed his girlfriend avidly as they both giggled. Curly thought she seemed to glow more now than before. Her hair looked a bit more wild now, and he could really see her in a humid jungle again.

Bringing her hips flush to his once more, Curly growled when she nipped at his shoulder. "Yes." He mumbled out in joy. "I love that."

She smiled as she brought her face up to meet his. "When are your parents coming back home from work?"

Glancing over his shoulder at his clock he answered. "Nine."

Seeing how much time they had left, Nadine brought him on his back. "You've been very good lately."

Letting her nip at him again, Curly waited for her next move.

On Thursday, Nadine was still in her blissful state, while Rhonda couldn't help but enjoy what she was doing at her job. Turning her head towards, Nadine had her reading something entirely to the point of her tapping her shoulder.

Bringing Nadine outside, Rhonda decided to tell her about her last two days of work. "I'm seriously enjoying myself. There are so many nice people there. Also so many that come in that you wish you can help out more. I mean it makes you change what you want to do."

Nadine was fascinated as she listened to more. "Sounds really great. Of course this is two days, Rhonda."

Rhonda got what she meant without having to explain it. "I get it. Some quit because it is too depressing. I know it is, but this is life. You taught me this a long time ago and I finally get it."

Her eyes would of widened if they weren't frozen right now. "What?"

"Arnold also did too, but you mostly." Rhonda placed her hand on her shoulder. "Kick me in the back end if I want to quit this place simply because I find it too depressing. Promise me."

Seeing and sensing the determination in her eyes, Nadine responded. "I promise."

"Good." Rhonda stepped back a bit to stop invading her personal space. "You and Curly look very happy. I'm glad for you."

Blushing at the memory of both their bodies meshing together so perfectly, Nadine smiled a bashful smile. "Thank you. I am very happy. He is such a good person."

Spotting Wendell carrying a few files, Rhonda wanted to run after him. "You both are good for one another."

"I hope so." Nadine turned her head noticing her distraction. "Just go for it, Rhonda. What do you have to lose?"

"You don't mind if I just go to him right now?" Rhonda felt unsure about leaving after trying to establish a connection with her.

Nadine held such a warm comforting smile. "No. Go for it. I mean it."

"Thanks." Placing her hand on hers, Rhonda continued her gentle hold until she moved far enough away. She went towards, Wendell as he continued to walk down the hall. "Wendell?"

Turning to face her, Wendell smiled at her happy to see her. "Hi. I'm just bringing these down to the office. How are you today?"

"Am I too late?"

"For what?" He asked in confusion.

She kissed him and her heart pounded feeling the same way as the first time she did this. Hearing something fall to the floor, Rhonda felt his arms circle around her. Feeling his response, Rhonda only heard the pounding of her heart or was it his?

Pulling away, Rhonda looked up at him enjoying the goofy expression on his face. "That's a cute look on you."

"I would love to take you out. May I?"

"Yes. I'm free Saturday evening." Rhonda answered loving how his fingers were dancing against her spine.

"Seven? I work that day so I would love to take you out to eat, and maybe a movie." Wendell loved how she was basically cuddling against him. It was pretty cute for someone that use to act so prim and proper all the time.

She kissed him before pulling away from him to bend down. "Seven is great." Picking up the files for him, Wendell bent down to meet her in the eyes. "I just wanted to help."

"Thank you."

Nadine couldn't help but to stay and watch. For once, Rhonda was acting completely different with a guy. She was obviously very into this person.

This time, Helga was at his Physical Therapy session. Arnold wasn't having nearly as much as a rough time as last weeks. Sure he was still sweating, but he wasn't giving up. Being told that it was the end of his session, he went to go and clean up.

As for Helga, she wandered around the room until she decided to look out the window. She watched the cars passing by below. The birds flying by. A random plane in the sky. All were silent but her breath against the window pane. Feeling his hands on her shoulders. Seeing his reflection in the glass, Helga leaned back.

"My Football Head." She breathed out in satisfaction.

"My Angel." His kissed her earlobe. "Wanna leave?"

"Yes." Taking his hand, Helga happily left by his side.

Saturday

Arnold was passed out to the world still from his procedure. His second shot. Grogginess was still with him even after he woke up to accept food so he kissed, Helga good night, and went back to bed. His dreams consisted mainly of her at first until they turned into something he couldn't stand. Something he couldn't quite describe. He just knew he didn't enjoy it.

Waking up, Arnold opened his eyes slowly to take in the brightness of the sun. He could hear the cars above. He could hear the birds chirping as well. He could also smell the strong scent of freesia in the air. That had to be his imagination. As he moved around, he noticed he was naked now when he was fully clothed before. He also felt an extra bit of weight beside him warning him to turn his head.

"Morning sleepy head. It is an ever so beautiful morning today. How did you sleep?"

Arnold slid out of his bed horrified that Lila did it again. His eyes went up towards his hatch to find it partially open. His eyes went towards her to find she was naked as well. Moving to grab his boxers he caught sight of something on him.

Lila beamed as she moved his linens down. "I believe we need to change your sheets, Hun."

His eyes were as wide as saucers as he stared at it. Hearing the door open behind him, Helga came wandering in carrying a tray. "Helga."

She caught sight of Lila lying there wearing a smile she wanted to wipe off. Helga saw the blood on Arnold's bed before shoving the tray at him. Turning around, she left as quickly as she came.

Arnold came running downstairs to catch Helga, but Helga brought him quickly into an empty room. "Helga, thank goodness you didn't leave-" Feeling muted by her hand on his mouth, Arnold's eyebrows lifted up.

"She's a moron." Helga whispered as she pulled away. "A sick one at that." Hearing extra footsteps come up those very same steps, Helga waited with baited breath.

Arnold waited as well as he heard both his parents begin to yell out. He felt guilty, he felt questions build up as Helga kept him there. His parents were stressing out while he was down here with her.

"Trust me." Was all Helga told him.

Upstairs, Stella refused to believe the red head as she kept telling her about the night she shared with her own son. She spotted something strange in her story, but didn't utter it out loud even as Miles contacted, Lila's father about her. "We warned you about coming here, but you won't listen. We hope that you really do get help."

Lila pressed her hand against her stomach. "But I feel life already about to sprout inside of me. We'll be family. You can't separate me due to that."

Miles almost vomited at that information. "Over my dead body." He murmured as he heard, Charles Sawyer come back on the line. "Get your daughter and get her now. This is the last straw now." His voice firm.

Back in that empty room, Arnold wandered over to the door. "Do you have a clue what is happening to her?" He whispered.

As far as what Helga and even what Dr Bliss could figure out without talking to, Lila in whole, she either suffered a psychotic break, or is Schizophrenic. "She needs professional help, Arnold. This is all that, Dr Bliss and I can figure out about the girl."

"You believe me that nothing happened than."

She smiled. "Of course." Helga sighed. "Arnold, if you wanted her you would of had her a long time ago. I trust you."

He came closer to her, but stopped feeling suddenly dirty. "She still dirtied me."

Her smile disappeared than. "Yeah. Not your fault."

XX

Brainy watched the spectacle in all its glory. While he didn't enjoy being forced to move out of state in the first place, he would never do what Lila was doing. She quite literally sliced her father's arm with an razor blade. She ran off down the street as, Arnold's parents tended to Mr Sawyer.

Seeing Helga coming out of the boarding house with all the ruckus, Brainy's breath caught in his throat. Such perfection was his Deity. He saw her lift her phone up to call someone as, Arnold came down the stairs with a first aid kit.

"You are nothing but the Devil, Lila." He let out an uneven breath as he watched his Deity rush down the steps towards the others. That blonde hair flying behind her. There was nothing but perfection there.

Wolfgang witnessed the wild within his own bedroom. The once pristine feminine girl looked more like a wild beast herself. Her hair was overly frizzed out. Her dress had some, what he could assume, to be blood splatter on it. She held a knife in her hand as she stood there.

"What now? I gave you what you wanted."

Lila was mumbling to herself before the voice she spoke in wasn't truly sounding like her. "He'll be all yours now."

Wolfgang stood back now wishing his own parents were home. The girl didn't sound like a girl anymore. "Yo! Uh, Lily?" So what if he forgot her name? She offered one thing to him and that was it. "You have to leave."

Her face turned in such a sickening way that he knocked himself into his own doorknob. Never had he felt a fear. "Leave." He repeated. "I'll call the cops."

Lila launched herself at him.

Charles Sawyer was in shock. His sweet innocent daughter. What happened to her? Where did she go? Why did she attack him? Staring at the Psychiatrist speaking to the blonde teenager named, Helga, Charles listened before speaking.

"She locks herself up in her room. When I do go in to speak to her, she is often sewing." Charles told them. "I don't know what to tell you."

Dr Bliss came closer to him. A single father at the end of his rope. "So no signs at all." She stated. "I can tell you do everything for her."

"Yes. I love her very much."

Helga frowned as she averted her eyes from the scene. It actually broke her heart to see that man like that. "I feel bad for him." She whispered to Arnold. "I know he is a good man."

"Yes. Family genetics?" Arnold figured. What did he know?

Dr Bliss came up to Helga to pull her aside. "He has given us both the okay to look around their home for anything to give us a hint until she is found."

Nodding her head, Helga went to Arnold to tell him she was going with, Dr Bliss. "Love you."

"Love you too. Be careful." He told her as he gave her a kiss."

XX

They thought it was better to split up inside the house. Dr Bliss wasn't a stranger in doing this. As for Helga she felt strange standing inside, Lila's bedroom. She placed her gloves on to slowly begin rummaging through her room just to find too many pictures of herself being stabbed, or drawn on.

"Well this is worse than what I was." She placed those aside for, Dr Bliss's viewings. "Sure I tried to sabotage their date, but die bitch die?"

Sighing she went towards her closet to open it up. Nothing but clothes so far until she went further to find something far more different than she had in her own closet a long time back. A almost very lifelike Arnold with a penis.

"Ugh." Turning around, Helga found herself face to face with a crazed Lila striking at her. "DR BLISS!"

Feeling the kitchen knife go through flesh, Lila smiled sickenly before turning away fast to rush out the window.

Running inside the bedroom, Dr Bliss gasped at seeing Helga holding herself. "I'm fine. I'm fine. She just ran out of here." Helga was sucking in several breaths trying to steady herself.

Picking up the phone, Bliss called for help. Making sure to keep a watch out on Helga, she couldn't help but glance around at the evidence that was inside this room. This will need a lot of collecting.

XX

"Dad, I'm fine." Helga informed him as he continued to worry. Holding her side where, Lila struck at her, she was lucky it wasn't deep. "Seriously."

Hearing her calming voice, Bob turned to her as his large hands practically engulfed her face when he cupped her between them. "I just don't anything to happen to my little girl. You hear me? Nothing."

She appreciated those words so as she gently removed his hands off her, Helga smiled at him. "I'm fine. It could of been a lot worse."

Miriam was standing there chewing at a hangnail. It was her way of coping instead of rushing out to drink. Her daughter being stabbed by some lunatic that she knew. A lunatic that once use to come over to visit their older daughter. Miriam suddenly rushed over to hug her. "Oh my little girl."

Helga patted her mom on the back figuring she should just get use to this. Seeing the nurse come back in with the release papers, she was very willing to sign them just to get out of there. Of course she knew nothing was over with by a long shot.

As she left from the back to be now greeted by the Shortmans, Helga smiled at them all. She smiled at Phoebe whom she could tell did cry. "I'm fine everyone."

Arnold pulled her away. His face was very grave as he delivered the news. "They rushed in Wolfgang for surgery. He mentioned that Lila was the one who did it."

Just like he can sniff out purity, he can sniff out evil. He had more of a certain calmness to him as he continued to walk down this ugly under path past the others down there. He could sense their fear, and it wasn't because of him. They glanced the other way even though they didn't need to. Brainy knew where to go.

Silent.

He could hear her huff out ahead.

He continued to keep moving silently.

And she was now mumbling something while scraping something sharp against stone.

He narrowed his eyes. To hear his Diety cry out in pain hurt his heart.

"You will follow me and only me."

Brainy paused as he listened to her voice. It truly was different. He knew it was her, but it was a psychotic break obviously. She had multiple personalities. That explained how she looked when he saw her so close up.

There was a painful yelp and crunching sound telling him she harmed someone else. Brainy clenched his fists. All of these people down here were good. They didn't want to be here.

Suddenly she was crying. "All I wanted was his baby. His love. All he wants is her. Still he just had something done to him and couldn't get hard." She whimpered. "He probably would for that tramp."

A high pitched wail was heard from her as another voice came from her. "Oh the look on her face when I stabbed her. It was more fun than stabbing that Wolfgang."

Brainy spied how she was and witnessed how one of the homeless people was huddled in a ball afraid for their life. She began to pace. The girl that first came to Hillwood no longer existed.

Lila tugged at her hair as she narrowly missed herself with her own knife. Her voice became like a baby. "I went stabby, stabby on him. He he he he." Rushing down to place her knife close to the scared witness, Lila grinned. "I might have Wolfy baby insteady of Arnie baby. I wanted Arnie baby. Trampy will have Arnie baby."

Silent as death, Brainy approached her.

A/N 2: Look up Mental Health America in case you need more information or at least question a health provider if you know someone who is in need of special assistance. I know that I am writing a story because I love writing, but I do write with an underlying message. Lila obviously has deep psychological problems that have gone undiagnosed for a long time which needs help. It truly isn't her fathers fault due to him being a single father nor is it really hers. Some people just know how to mask it well enough until it reaches a boiling point. I've met people who hid it well until they couldn't anymore. They became a danger to themselves and others for something that was untreated for so long. It happens to many good people.

Also about writing her like this when people do all sorts of things to Helga's character so think about that one before writing a review. Lila either gets two things: The ultra sickening good girl role or the bad girl role. As you can tell I'm a bit upset right now.

So as I said earlier, if you don't like what I'm writing, than simply move on. I'm a great believer of if you don't have anything good to say, than don't say it at all.