Two Different Worlds Chapter 14: Prove It, a hey arnold fanfic

Chapter 14: Prove It

Ten Months Later Evening

Arnold was in the cabin with Eduardo, and they were talking about the missions they went on boasting about there victories over booze and cigarettes. Then they began talking about what there alternative life would be if they would've had one.

"Eu seria um homem casado com quatro a seis crianças, e um trabalho de baixo pagando tentando sustentar minha família. E você? (I would be a married man with four to six kids, and a low paying job trying to support my family. What about you?)" Eduardo said about himself now asking Arnold curious.

Arnold chuckled to himself, the alcohol now finally taking hold of him.

"Se meus avós viveram, eu teria ficado na escola, e em algum momento durante o último mandato, Helga então confessou o seu amor para mim. Eu ia cair no amor com ela, e gostaríamos de ficar juntos por nossos anos de faculdade, depois que me formei em ciência, e depois se casar com ela e ter, provavelmente, dois filhos. (If my grandparents lived, I would have stayed in high school, and sometime during the last term, have Helga confess her love to me. I'd fall in love with her, and we would stay together through our college years, after I graduated in science, and then get married to her and have probably two kids.)" Arnold replied looking very sad, by this realization he had...had he not picked this life of his.

"O seu não gostar de si mesmo muito estes dias, quero dizer que você é ... mas não realmente. (Your not like yourself much these days, I mean you are...but not really.)" Eduardo spoke knowing all the other campers had went to sleep already so it was okay for them to talk.

"Não, eu não sou. (No, I'm not.)" Arnold replied simply, his voice filled with pain and sadness. Arnold at this point wanted someone to kill him and do it quickly. This pain was the worst he'd ever felt in his life.

"Hey olhar açougueiro! (Hey Butcher, Look!)" Eduardo said, now realizing who was on the screen now.

"Her new song, is taking the media by storm here's Helga Pataki's song...Breathe Again."

Arnold raised from the bed slowly, completely mesmerized by the screen because it was her face in black in white singing like an angel again. She was running through a maze wearing a tight strapless dress, very similar to the dresses in the 1800's and it looked beautiful on her. She had short black hair from the last video he saw her in. As she was singing into the camera it kept fading and showing her face.

[Chorus]
"If I never feel you in my arms again If I never feel your tender kiss again If I never hear I love you now and then Will I never make love to you once again Please understand if love ends Then I promise you, I promise you That, that I shall never breathe again Breathe again Breathe again That I shall never breathe again Breathe again"

(Arnold then reached for the televison, and his hand was touching the television trying to touch her, to caress her face again...his heart ached and it was so painful and he cursed himself for ever had to leave her.)

"And I can't stop thinkin' about About the way things used to be And I can't stop thinkin' about About the love that you make to me And I can't get you outta my head How in the world will I begin To let you walk right out my life And blow my heart away"

"And I can't stop carin' about About the apple of my eye And I can't stop doin' without Without the center of my life And I can't get you outta my head And I know I can't pretend That I won't die if you decide You won't see me again"

(Arnold was gritting his teeth at this part in the song, and it took everything inside to not cry, but now that he was drunk it was really hard for him not to.)

[Chorus]

"And I can't stop thinkin' about About the way my life would be No I can't stop thinkin' about How could your love be leavin' me And I can't get you outta my mind God knows how hard I tried And if you walk right out my life God knows I'd surely die"

(Arnold grabbed his chest in pain and agony, as his head fell forward letting the silent tears flow again from the top sides of his eyes and the tears fell into his dirty hair. He did not sob, merely winced in pain as the pain he felt for the last ten months of loving this one woman like his other half...finally came out, as he shivered a bit. Her voice now filling the small little cabin of a room.)

"And I can't stop doin' without Without the rythm of my heart No I can't stop doin' without For I would surely fall apart And I can't get you outta my mind Cause I know I can't deny it And I would die if you decide You won't see me again"

[Chorus]

(Arnold looked up at the screen once more, and his eyes were filled with tears, love, and pain as he looked at her again once more before the song ended.)

"Eu também te amo, baby... (I love you too baby...)" Arnold said, his voice now deep and full of dark sadness.

"Eu fiz o que era melhor para nós, meu amor. Sinto muito. (I did what was best for us, my love. I'm sorry.)" Arnold spoke, his hand still on the television screen speaking as if she could hear him.

Eduardo could now see it, whenever Arnold spoke about Helga his face would light up...but this time it was different. He had never in all his years of knowing him...see him cry. Arnold had saved his life once before, and now having seen this...it made him sad as well. Sure he considered them good friends, but he was always terrified of him because he was there through most of the horror stories that were told in the camp about him. Yet in this moment, he had never looked more human. It warmed his heart in a way knowing that he trusted him enough to do so. Perhaps its because he kept his secret for him, and it is one of the biggest secrets that cannot get out. Otherwise Eduardo was a shoe in for death, and he knew it.

Arnold had raised himself off the ground, his eyes closed as he breathed in a long breath and held it, now having wiped his tears away. When he exhaled, his eyes shot open and he had returned to normal.

"Eu vou sair para fumar um cigarro, você quer vir comigo? (I'm going out for a smoke? You wanna come with me?)" Arnold said, now seeming nonchalante about the whole thing as if it had never happened.

"Sim, com certeza (Yeah, sure)" Eduardo said as both men left out the back door, and Arnold began climbing the tree.

Arnold loved being in nature and up high levels, it was where he felt the most relaxed.

Eduardo held his own weight and began climbing the tree behind the cabin where Arnold had found a trunk to sit so they could talk more.

"Você realmente a ama, não é? (You really do love her don't you?)" Eduardo said simply as he lit his cigar.

The weather was cool and humid so of course there clothings were sticking to there bodies and Arnolds shirt began sticking to his. He decided to take it off, not really caring if the bugs bit him or not.

He had a bit of a darker tan than he did before, like a natural olive tan same as Helga's tan, his muscles had a natural bulge to them, and his pants were black loose fitting camoflouge pants tucked into his black war boots. His blonde was hair tousled and messy, one side of it laid on the front right side of his face and one eye sparkled bright blue in the night.

He leaned back against the trunk of the tree and allowed one foot to dangle from from the branch as he lit a cigarette and and exhaled.

"Mais do que minha própria vida, Eduardo. (More than my own life, Eduardo.)" Arnold said allowing his emotion to show.

"Então por que você deixá-la? (Then why did you leave her?)" Eduardo asked him.

"Olhe para nós Eduardo. Olhe para o meu apelido, me convém. Uma mulher assim não merece escumalha como eu. Ela merece um homem bom, que pode amá-la e fazê-la feliz. (Look at us Eduardo. Look at my nickname, it suits me. A woman like that doesn't deserve scum like me. She deserves a good man, who can love her and make her happy.)" Arnold spoke, saddened by his own truth.

"Eu não posso garantir sempre a sua felicidade o tempo todo, Eu não posso garantir que eu possa sair e matar outro ser humano simplesmente porque eu gosto. Para o inferno, se temos filhos...(I can't always garuntee her happiness all the time, I can't garuntee that I might go off and kill another human being simply because I enjoy it. To hell if we have kids...)" Arnold spoke inhaling his cigarette and exhaling before he spoke again.

"Eduardo, eu tenho o apelido porque eu gosto de matar pessoas. Sua parte de quem eu sou, e embora eu tenha conhecido Helga toda a minha vida, não significa que nós estávamos destinados a ficar juntos. Quando éramos crianças, gostaria de dar-lhe conselhos sobre sua família, especialmente sua irmã mais velha. Lembro-me de tudo sobre ela, a partir de quando éramos crianças até agora. (Eduardo, I got the nickname because I enjoy killing people. Its a part of who I am, and even though I've known Helga all my life, doesn't mean we were meant to be together. When we were kids, I would give her advice about her family, especially her older sister. I remember everything about her, from when we were kids until now.)" Arnold spoke with longing in his heart. He closed his eyes, inhaled and exhaled his cigarette.

"Por que você está nervoso, Eduardo? Seu coração se acelerou. (Why are you nervous Eduardo? Your heartbeat has quickened.)" Arnold said simply, not opening his eyes and Eduardo looked a bit shocked.

"Eu acho que você deve deixar tudo isso para trás, se você reivindica a amo tanto. (I think you should leave all of this behind, if you claim to love her so much.)" Eduardo said, cowering for a few minutes to see if he had stepped out of line. Arnold merely smiled.

"É porque eu amo que eu deixei, Eduardo. Eu não me encaixo no mundo dela, e ela não se encaixa na minha. Eram ambos de dois mundos diferentes, ela e I. (It's because I love her that I left, Eduardo. I don't fit in her world, and she doesn't fit in mine. Were both from two different worlds, her and I.)" Arnold spoke, his eyes now shot open and looking straight into Eduardo. Arnold pulled one knee up to his chest and rested his arm on it and let it hang. He inhaled his cigarette one last time before flicking it out into the wilderness.

"Eu não acho que o cara mau, como todo mundo diz que você é. (I don't think your a bad guy, like everyone says you are.)" Eduardo spoke breaking the silence.

Arnold laughed sadistically completely enveloped in his own laughter, that was still not loud...but rather quiet.

"E por que isso? (And why is that?)" Arnold asked Eduardo, now completely curious by his inquisition.

"Você salvou a minha vida, eu quero dizer tudo bem se eu fodido regiamente, mas, ainda que você não me deixe para trás como qualquer normalmente teria. (You saved my life, I mean okay sure I fucked up royally but still you didn't leave me behind like anyone normally would have.)" Eduardo now finally admitted to him.

"Eu salvei você no momento, porque você fodido. Eu salvei você, porque você era um ativo importante para nós. (I rescued you at the time, because you fucked up. I rescued you because you were an important asset to us.)" Arnold spoke coldly now, lighting another cigarette. He was chain smoking which meant he had entirely too much to think about.

"Eu tinha apenas 15 anos de idade na época! (I was only fifteen years old at the time!)" Eduardo almost yelled to him, but stopped because of Arnolds gaze that cut through the darkness.

"Eu era apenas o que, 20, talvez 21 anos de idade na época. Então, eu não era muito mais velha do que você. (I was only what, twenty maybe twenty-one years old, so I was not much older than you.)" Arnold spoke his voice now sounding seething.

"Então, qual é o seu plano? (So whats your plan?)" Eduardo asked curious to know more about him now.

"Viver aqui, matar, servir a causa até que algo chama-se comigo, e eu morra basicamente... (Live here, kill, serve the cause until something catches up with me, and I die basically.)" Arnold spoke sarcastically, but sounding very serious.

Eduardo said nothing to him in response, and merely smoked his cigar.

"Você sempre acha que vai vê-la novamente? (Do you ever think you'll see her again? )" Eduardo asked genuinely.

Arnold grimaced at the question before speaking again.

"Tenho certeza de que vai ... mas eu estou esperando que não é tão cedo. (I'm positive we will...but I'm hoping its not any time soon.)" Arnold said, his eyes now looking dead and lifeless.

Arnold inhaled his cigarette and his body began tensing up at what he was about to say.

"Se ela vem me visitar aqui no Brasil, então eu vou ter que matá-la...(If she comes to visit me here in Brazil, then I will have to kill her.)" Arnold spoke, as he exhaled his cigarette smoke while talking smoke completely covering his face for a couple more seconds.

"Deixe nenhuma fraqueza vivo. (Leave no weakness alive...)" Eduardo said, his voice dropping off at the last part of what he was saying.

"Além disso, ela sabe muita informação sobre mim, o que seria a minha maior responsabilidade. (Besides, she knows too much information about me...which would be my biggest liability)" Arnold spoke sounding as if he were talking about another victim and not Helga.

Eduardo didn't know what to say, normally the Arnold that he knew was rather cold, merciless, and empty inside...now he's different, and it made him happy to see that he was actually acting like a human being for once. He would give anything to be a human being again instead of this person to just randomly kill and go on meaningless missions, he wanted to travel to the states and make money and live a happy normal life. Eduardo did not understand why he couldn't just be with the woman he's in love with? That he's known since they were younger. It made him sad to know that he would rather kill his own lover, than to just shut up and make things work with her.

"Eduardo, eu sei que é difícil para você entender. Mas eu tive que deixá-la, eu era e ainda não sou bom para ela. Ela merece ... felicidade. Não tristeza, dor e morte. Ela tem uma carreira, não tenho nada fora dela, e minha profissão, que não é mesmo de matar, apenas seu assassinato. Eu deixei a escola e tornou-se o que você vê diante de você. Eu deixei minha casa, e por trás de tudo, e agora eu tenho que fazer o mesmo com ela. (Eduardo, I know its hard for you to understand. But I had to leave her, I was and still am no good for her. She deserves...happiness. Not sadness, pain, and death. She has a career, I have nothing outside of her, and my profession, thats not even killing, its just murder. I dropped out of high school and became what you before you. I left my home, and everything behind, and now I have to do the same with her.)" Arnold spoke not looking at him, knowing it was the truth. It still hurt like hell, even to have him admit it to himself.

"Ir. Eu preciso descansar, ver você no garoto manhã. (Go, I need rest. See you in the morning kid.)" Arnold said, as he swiftly began climbing up the rest of the tree towards his Hammock.

Arnold was jumping from tree to tree, almost like a monkey or a ninja would. He could hang from one tree top vine with one hand and still use his other hand if he needed to. The wilderness was his home, and he felt the most alive here. Not like the other forests, they weren't the same muggy, humid days he spent learning about everything. Even though he was a destroyer of life, he still was able to appreciate certain things like his rain forest. He had climbed it so many times as a younger man that whenever he wasn't studying on how to be the perfect killer for his comrades, he spent it reading in the tree tops, practicing his other languages and meditating. It was during this time, he found his love for literature, nature, and dancing, and singing as well. Arnold would also hang himself upside down multiple times for a few hours to help his meditation and get better. Which is why he was as precise, cold blooded and murderous. It was because he was in tune with everything that happens around him that he's so deadly. Meditation, educating himself, practice, and more meditation. He finally made it to his Hammock. He had tied his supplies next to the tree next to him. Seeing as he practically was a monkey and loved to climb it didn't matter to him if he had to climb over to get to it.

His muscular chest and stomach were glistening with sweat from the humid weather, and he was covered in dirt and blood, his blue eyes shining brightly as the moonlight illuminated him laying down in his hammock. His blonde hair was laying over one side of his face, only showing one eye peeking through over to the sky. He laid there relaxed now, allowing his other foot to dangle from the Hammock. His Hammock was roughly about ten or so feet from the ground. To Arnold, the higher up he was the better.

Over the ten months he had been away from Helga, he decided to get a tattoo on the right side of his back initiated by the leader of there group. Since Arnolds nickname was the butcher, they found it befitting to mark him with his multiple kills over the years. It had a picture of a man with colored bright blue eyes holding the decapitated heads of children by there hair. The tattoo itself was black and white and not colored, except for his eyes. Perhaps its the only horrifying element about him. Arnold never told Helga about how he also used to torture people who would stumble upon there camp, as well as his missions. They all seemed to mesh together and he couldn't remember which was which.

He was praying no one overheard him and Eduardo's conversation, otherwise Arnold would be challenged...and he would be forced to stain his hands with the blood of his comrades. Including Eduardo. It didn't bother him to kill everyone else, it bothered him to possibly have him kill his mentors and possibly everyone who knows about his past. He couldn't have anyone find out, if it did...he was a shoe in for murder or jail. He didn't care for either at this point...what with Helga gone, it didn't matter much.

Something was coming, he could feel it. He didn't know what it was, but it wasn't anything good. Arnold remained relaxed now counting various different heartbeats. It was more than one person and they were not sneaky at all, because there footprints to him sounded like a tribe of Elephants running.

"Eu vim para você, açougueiro... (I've come for you, Butcher)" A familiar voice said.

Arnold smiled widely at this voice.

"Eu pensei que você ainda estava nos estados, garoto. (I thought you were still in the states, kid.)" Arnold replied mockingly at the voice he recognized from back in New York.

The preteen boy merely laughed back at him. Arnold still smiled cunningly at him.

"Eu vim para ter você preso por seus crimes de homicídio, que diabo de olhos azuis! (I've come to have you arrested for your crimes of murder, you blue eyed devil!)" The preteen yelled to Arnold.

Arnold chuckled to himself under his breath. Arnold then rose from his laying position and stood on his Hammock completely in center before speaking. He was still smiling.

"Agora veja, que não é muito agradável. Na verdade, eu sou uma pessoa muito agradável, uma vez que você me conhecer. (Now see, thats not very nice. I actually am a very nice person, once you get to know me.)" Arnold replied as if toying with the boy again.

He wanted to make him angry so Arnold could taste fresh spilled blood on lips again, and have the aroma competely envelop him in it.

His smile now sadistic, and the boy stood frozen as if horrified by Arnolds illuminating shadow because he was standing against the moonlight. His frame bigger, and much more terrifying and his eyes...always cutting through the darkness. Sending a silent warning to the boy. The boy began laughing, but Arnold can tell from his heartbeat racing that he was terrified numb.

"(You probably don't even know your completely surrounded, give it up butcher!)" The preteen boy yelled at him as if trying to scare Arnold.

Arnold began shaking his head and chuckling yet again.

"Deixe-me dar-lhe um segredo sobre mim, rapaz. Eu já sei que você tem 20 homens que me rodeiam na copa das árvores, e que só deixa você no chão. Movimento ruim de sua parte. Você acabou de fazer o que muito mais fácil para mim filé a pele de seus ossos, e tomar meu tempo ao fazê-lo...(Let me give you a secret about me, boy. I already know that you have twenty men surrounding me in the treetops, and that just leaves you on the ground. Bad move on your part. You just made it that much easier for me to filet the skin off your bones, and take my time while doing so...)"

"Sua realmente vai ter que começar a fazer melhor do que este rapaz, você está começando a me aborrecer. (Your really going to have to do better than this boy, your starting to bore me.)" Arnold kept saying to provoke him to climb up the trees, have the men strike first. It didn't really matter to him...tonight he was going to be satisfied with as much blood on his hands as possible. This was the only other option he had...so he could put Helga's face...in the past.

The preteen boy said nothing, merely commanded his men to attack him in the tree tops. Arnold's smile was as wide and evil as the cheshire cat, as he licked his lips in preperation for the blood bath that would ensue.

Helga had taken the mid afternoon flight around 12:15pm so she knew she was going to be there relatively late at night. Perfect, it gave Helga a means to practice everything she had learned. They arrived in the city roughly around 10:20pm. Even though Helga was exhausted, she decided to begin her search.

Now she was completely overwhelmed by how beautiful the city is. As Helga was walking through the streets completely mesmerized by how everything is, a fan had stopped her and asked for her autograph. Pretty soon, Helga was bombarded by a crowd of people.

Dammit, she didn't want to be noticed. Curse her for having her fame escalade since she made those music videos for Arnold.

Just where in the world was Arnold? If only she could get away from the crowd of people and start searching for him. Her heart sank at the thought that...she may not find him. He was pretty hush hush about a lot of things.

Helga began signing for her fans and briefly scurried away before they could take any pictures of her.

Helga needed a minute to think to herself so she could begin her search. What Arnold didn't know is before she left she played back the video tapes of that day in the limo and now having understood Portuguese, found out revealing evidence about him. She had no idea the boy would come after him, but Arnold had said he enjoyed solely taking out his village. Even still, she...loved him so. She understood what it meant to loose everything, just as he had. It was only until she lost him for good and the image of Arnold dead, drove her to the brink of despair and insanity.

Helga ran to a back alley in the city and quickly scanned the area to see if anyone was coming. She didn't hear anyone, and so she began to think loudly to herself...

If I were Arnold, and I loved and enjoyed being surrounded by death, bloodshed, and needed to do it where no one could find me...not in the city, he would be too easily detectable...in a forest maybe? Helga did notice how excited he would get whenever he saw a tree in the city, and would climb it hella fast. He usually referred to himself as a monster, scum, and ugliness...but it was something else...

An Animal! Thats right, he said he used to meditate and study the sounds of nature because its where he fits and feels the most relaxed. The more relaxed he was, the easier it was for him to kill. Helga's eyes shot open and she smiled evilly.

She knew where he was. He was in a forest, the only problem is...she needed to figure out...Which one.

Nothing, will stand in her way because she wanted nothing than to desperately see him again. Even if...it meant she had to die...she still had to. Some part of her knew she was walking towards her own death, it didn't matter because she felt dead without him anyways.

"Quem está lá!? (Who's there?!)" Helga said quietly, as she quickly armed herself with a knife, her stance relaxed and ready to strike when she needed to.

"Ms. Pataki, não há necessidade de hostilidades. Meu nome é Gabriel, que deseja ver Butcher certo? Todo mundo na cidade sabe dele e nunca desejam conhecê-lo. No entanto, aqui você está perseguindo ele. (Ms. Pataki, there's no need for hostilities. My name is Gabriel, you wish to see Butcher right? Everyone in the city knows of him and never wish to meet him. Yet here you are chasing him.)" The hooded figure seemed to smile evilly under his hood.

Helga stared into him, her stance not moving.

"O que você quer?! (What do you want?!)" Helga replied simply, her voice firm and unafraid.

"O renascimento...do meu filho. (The rebirth...of my son.)" The hooded figure spoke and he suddenly came for Helga.

Helga smirked at him. He attempted to grab her by her hair but Helga was fast as she dodged him and took her knife and sliced him across his chest making him bleed lightly over his clothes. He fell backwards, and Helga stood tall and began punching him in the face multiple times. Not stopping.

Helga had a feeling who he was, and if this was him...Helga wanted nothing more than to see him dead. He was the one who corrupted Arnold and put him through all that hell in the first place.

To end the fight she took her hand and quickly put enough pressure to render him speechless and he passed out. Helga spit on him and began swiftly retreating the scene before anyone saw her. Helga remained eerily calm, and perhaps it was because she was now understanding how to channel your anger.

Judging by the way the man smelled earlier, Arnold was in the amazon. He smelled of rainforest. So Helga wasted no time, and began quickly and swiftly towards the large forest over the statue where the cliff was.

I'm coming my love. Helga kept thinking herself, as she disappeared into the shadows of the city.

Arnold began licking the blood off of his fingers, and his eyes shone bright in complete euphoria. He was holding the heads of the men who had came after him in the other hand. All twenty of them.

Arnold then took his other hand that was holding the heads by the hair and began rotating them as he was looking at them and he breathed a sigh.

"Agora vamos ver, o que fazer com eles? (Now lets see, what to do with these?)" Arnold said, still smiling as he faced each of them spining it around and around. Arnold was covered in fresh blood in the tree tops and his blade stained in it.

This was insane, the boy didn't even see him move at all in the tree tops. It was almost inhuman how quickly he moved. The boy stood frozen.

"Eu sei, eu vou deixá-los ser um presente e uma lembrança de sua falha...mais uma vez. Estou desapontado. (I know, I'll let them be a gift and a reminder of your failure...yet again. I'm disappointed.)" Arnold spoke sadistically, as he then threw all the severed heads at the feet of the boy who stood terrified at the sight of them all dead.

"Eu só dar misericórdia uma vez, e agora você conseguiu me fazer chateado. (I only give mercy once, and now you have managed to make me upset.)" Arnold said, now letting out a loud laugh in victory.

His laugh was so loud, terrifying, and morbidly disturbing the animals in the forest sensed something was wrong and began making noises against Arnold, not to silence him, but out of fear for the deep rumble in his laugh.

The boy was rendered speechless yet again.

"Agora, esta é a parte em que você morrer. Você se aproveitou da minha misericórdia uma vez antes, e eu não vou mostrar misericórdia neste momento. Venha lutar comigo sozinho. Se você ousar. (Now, this is the part where you die. You took advantage of my mercy once before, and I will not show mercy this time. Come fight me alone. If you dare.)" Arnold spoke as he cracked his neck and rotated his shoulders, his eyes still shining bright.

He quickly licked the blood off of the blade and began swiftly jumping from branch to branch going straight for the boy. The boy pulled a knife out equal to the size of his own and stood his ground. Arnold smirked under his breath and there knives met. As they began there fight.

Helga remained swift and stayed in the darkness, being completely aware of everything around her. It was amazing what months of training could teach her. She heard a loud evil laughter coming from somewhere in the distance, and it made her heart stop at the sound of it. The animals were reacting completely terrified, as if the devil had arrived on earth. Helga did not cower in fear, she merely stood her ground, smiled, and enveloped herself in the far off distance of his laughter. God her heart ached for his sick twisted ass.

Helga followed the sounds of the roudy animals because they were running away from something, and she assumed that was Arnold. It had to be.

Helga traveled for what could have been hours, she did not know, and she didn't care. She wanted to see him, and nothing else at this point. She didn't want food, she didn't want water, nothing. Only to see the man that had stole her heart and took the very sleep from her eyes.

Helga did not show her desperation in her steps, they were calculated and precise. She did watch Arnold while he was working more times than she didn't because she was mesmerized and fascinated at the time. Now, she only wanted to learn...and be beside him once more.

She traveled a few more miles, not knowing which direction she was going...only followed the animals, and her heart came to a complete stop. She hid and crouched low to the ground, listened, and watched.

"Você vai queimar no inferno e Deus vai tirar tudo precioso para você, até que você não tem mais nada! (You will burn in Hell and God will take everything precious to you, until you have nothing left!)" The boy said, and Arnold was over top of him and the tip of his knife pointed at his heart. Arnold smiled knowingly before speaking to the boy again.

"Ele já tem (He already has.)" Arnold hissed at him and he shoved the knife into the boys chest ending his life quickly. Blood seeped into the dirt, and Arnold decided to sever the boys head and let the body bleed out. It would give the animals something to feed on.

Arnold took his dagger and swiftly threw it at the tree where the intruder was crouching behind.

"I know your there...Helga." Arnold said, coldly and detatched not wanting to see her now.

He then threw the boys head out into the distance and he breathed a sigh, his body still turned away from hers. He heard her footsteps from behind him, and Arnold wiped the blood off of his blade on his pants.

Arnolds heart was racing rapidly, and he ached to look at her face once more, to hold her and caress her face again. Yet he was angry at her as well, because she broke her promise and if anyone found out he would not only have to kill her which was bad enough, but he would have to do it PUBLICLY amongst his comrades.

Helga stared at his half naked body covered in blood and dirt, and his blonde hair was longer. He was glistening with sweat, and she wanted nothing more than to touch him, tell him how much she missed him and how much she loves him. They stood in silence both of them trying to discern there feelings.

Helga couldn't take it anymore, she quickly pulled her blade out and began to attack Arnold as she held the blade at his throat. Arnold relaxed under there pressing bodies and he licked his lips.

"Do it." Arnold commanded her, his body not moving.

Helga then took her blade and sliced Arnolds arm near his shoulder. Arnold made no sound as he bled. His body still turnt away from hers. This infuriated Helga even more. She spun him around, and slammed him against the nearest tree, the blade now at his throat again. There eyes finally met, and Arnold smiled.

"Yes." Arnold said to Helga, as he broke free from her grasp and punched her a few times in the stomach, and once in the face.

He didn't hit her hard, he was trying to discern how tough she is now.

Helga shot him a cold glare, as she spit blood out and wiped her mouth, her eyes still locked onto him. Arnold was instantly aroused by her change in demeanor.

Helga threw her knife to the ground and she heard it clang and thump. She began cracking her knuckles, and she relaxed herself in a wing chun stance.

There were no words or exchanges of love, even though they both desperately wanted to, Helga knew this was a test, and she was going to come out the winner no matter what it took. She had came too far to give up on them now.

Arnold tossed his weapon to the side, and cracked his neck again as well and he relaxed into his Brazilian Jiu Jitsu stance.

Helga beckonded him to strike first as she motioned him over.

Arnold licked his lips and smirked at her, and there fight ensued.

There fight ensued for what felt like hours, when it may have been at least 45 minutes or so. Neither of them tired, both stubborn to prove there own view.

Arnold was surprised at how quickly she had averted his attacks, how strong she was and more importantly knowing that she could stand her ground in a fight against anyone. She was a master, and it aroused him and made him want to take her now in the middle of the blood pooled forest in the dirt. However he stayed focused on the problem at hand, and that was beating Helga to send her home and to never have her promise to look for him again.

Helga was successful in averting Arnolds attacks and using his own weight against him. However he was fast, and she had to figure a way to squirm her way out of his holds because he was strong. Helga managed to find a way each time remembering her other martial arts training as well. Helga would not be phased by him, no longer be afraid of him, or anyone.

Arnold charged for her once more and Helga still standing her ground firm averted Arnold, pinned him against the tree, Helga now behind him and she punched him lightning fast in the middle of his back. Arnold was now bloody and completely spent.

Helga sensed his tiredness, and removed herself off of him and allowed him to fall to the ground.

Helga's eyes were cold, even though on the inside she wanted to hold him in her arms and make sure he was alright but showed no emotion towards him.

Arnold began laughing, not his warm laughter, but his sinister laugh before rising now facing her. His eyes were closed and he was bloody and she was as well. Helga raised her stance once more.

Arnold spit blood from his mouth and raised one hand up, and his eyes opened and looked at her.

"à vontade (At ease,) my love." Arnold spoke finally conceding to her.

Helga relaxed her stance, her heart skipping a beat, and she finally looked back at him into his eyes. She grit her teeth holding back the tears she had felt inside as soon as she saw him. He did the same, and his face softened.

"Hey Helga, I've missed you." Arnold spoke softly near a whisper, as the glistening of tears held in his eyes looking at her.

Helga melted at the sound of his voice.

"I've missed you too football head." Helga said, as she ran to him and they embraced each other.

Both of there hearts now set aflame by the passion they felt for each other. There love now showing for each other, and they never wanted to let each other go.

"Come with me." Arnold spoke a whisper, and Helga knew it was her que to be on alert for suspicious and leering eyes.

Arnold quickly began climbing the trees and Helga followed swiftly behind him, not missing a beat and reaching his Hammock right behind him.

Helga leaned back against the tree and let her foot dangle from the branch. Arnold quickly packed his things, including his Hammock and they both traveled by tree far away from the campsite. Arnold already knowing where he was going decided to head North. They had enemies in the North and knew no one would follow him there, Arnold was quiet and precise and Helga was right there beside him not asking questions, merely following him and taking his cues.

None of the people up North were tree climbers, and if they were they didn't like to go very high so he knew they would be safe. They finally reached a good spot high up from the ground in the trees, and Arnold began setting up his Hammock again, only this time he used the larger one.

Helga merely stood crouched on the tree branch still and motionless, and she hid in the shadows and her eyes were dark, and not cutting through the darkness. You could barely see her since she dyed her hair black. Here eyes were cold and emotionless and she was still covered in blood, which you could barely see.
Arnold turned to look at her after he had finished setting up and was completely amazed, mesmerized and aching for her all at the same time. He wanted her even more now than he did before.

"At ease Helga." Arnold spoke firmly acknowledging what she was doing.

Helga breathed in a long heavy sigh, and she opened her eyes and her face had softened.

Maybe this could work, Arnold thought to himself.

Helga leaped into the hammock with Arnold and landed on his stomach. Both of them were still bloody from there fight and Arnold let out a groan in pain. Helga giggled at him.

Arnold then pulled her down towards him and laid her to the side both of them facing each other now. His hand had carressed her face, and to Helga his touch was electric and set her body on fire. Arnold merely looked at her. He was speechless for how truly beautiful she was, now her brown eyes sparkled in the night sky, her cold black hair had covered her face and she had a naturally flushed pink lips. Arnold took his fingers and trailed her face. Helga couldn't take it anymore.

"You always did tease me" Helga spoke to him jokingly.

"Not like the way you teased me with our fight earlier tonight, dear heart." Arnold said, now his erection pressing against her leg. It took everything invested in Helga to stifle a moan.

Arnold then pressed his lips against hers, now both of there bodies set on fire again. They deepened there kiss within an instant, it had been too long and they had been apart for too long. There bloodied bodies pressing against each other as Helga licked the blood from his wound earlier, and it sent a chill down both of there spines. Arnold let out a low growl, and it made Helga wet and ready with need as she moaned in response to him. Arnold knew she was ready, and wasted no time getting her out her clothes before tossing it precisely onto the next branch.

"I love you Arnold, and only you." Helga said to him before taking his lips again. Arnold then grabbed Helga, both of them naked, and they moved to another tree with a much bigger branch. Arnold slammed Helga into the back part of the branch and licked the blood off of her, the bark and wood digging into both of there skin and neither of them seemed to care. Helga moaned in response to him, and he kissed her again before pressing her up higher and inserting himself inside her.

"Oh Arnold!" Helga exclaimed in pleasure as he entered her. He groaned in response to her moaning, and immediately began stroking her with much need and force. Helga was loving this, he was not slow with her like he was last time. He was forceful, and now shes come to love it. Helga pulled his head to the side as she bit him, hard.

"Yes" Arnold growled a hiss, his voice husky and deep. He kept stroking her, hard and fast and Helga was nearing her release, feeling the coil in her lower abdomen undoing itself.

"Venha para mim, Helga (Come for me, Helga)" Arnold whispered low in her ear, and Helga felt the coil release and unwind in her lower abdomen.

"Oh Arnold!" She moaned a yell, and Arnold nearing his own release, finally let out his release pulling himself out of her and came on her thigh. They both relaxed, now both of them raked with after sex spasms and they kissed each other again. Arnold was kissing her gently and Helga bit his lower lip, looking up at him playfully. He bit at her, and they both smiled.

Arnold still naked, jumped to the branch nearest the Hammock where his supplies were and gathered her clothes and his as well and a towel.

Even though Helga was covered in blood from there fight, and semen from there love making session she didn't care, she was elated and her heart had taken flight again. Arnold arrived back, with there clothes and a towel, his body was glistening with sweat and blood on his chest, and his back. Helga shuddered at the sight of his naked body under the moonlight. His body looked like it had belonged in a sculpture and not on a human body. It was just rude. Arnold smirked evilly, noticing she was staring at her.

"Yes Arnold, I do like what I see." Helga spoke simply smiling at him, as if answering the question he was about to ask. She had beat him at his own game. He licked his lips again, this was too much for him to handle.

He chuckled under his breath.

"Your an incredible woman you know that, Helga?" Arnold spoke softly, he now felt like he didn't have to hide or pretend to be something he wasn't around her anymore. Helga blushed under his gaze again, and she got dressed slowly. Now both of them hopping into the Hammock together. They held each other in silence

"No, not really." Helga replied to him, finally breaking the silence of there own thoughts.

"I just snapped without you, and my mind finally went to Disturbia." Helga said admitted what happened to her after those long ten months without him. It was cryptic to others, but just enough where he knew he would understand her.

"Now do you understand me a bit more, love?" Arnold asked her still holding her. His voice was soothing and genuine.

Helga winced in pain and let out the tears she held inside.

"Yes, and I'm sorry." Helga finally admitted clutching onto him. She knew nothing about him, and understood nothing about him...and without her knowing it she pushed him away. The only man who loved her with no conditions, who was willing to give his life to save her. She was such a fool.

Arnold held her tighter, he remembered the many nights he cried after everything around him collapsed. The only difference was, no one was there for him when it did. He could be there for the woman he loved.

"What was it like, Helga?" Arnold asked curious to know if it was the same place and insanity as his own. Helga stifled her tears back to regain speaking again.

"Evil, dirty, ugly, beautiful, raw, and filled with much much pain and hurt." Helga described.

Arnold knew she was not describing an actual place. She was describing the place in there mind when both of them had snapped and officially reached insanity. The world where they both had decided to jump off the cliff into the totally insane part of your mind. Arnold smiled as he shed a tear, because her answer was correct. She did understand him that much more and he was truly happy.

Perhaps there relationship was salvagable, and now Arnold believed it. She had changed for the better, and he didn't have to pretend to be something he wasn't. He was a killer, and he enjoyed it but now that she was more equipped to deal with him, they could work. Arnold got tired of constantly having to refrain himself, however with Helga...she could just fight him and have sex and the desire to kill would be gone. This made him truly happy on the inside because he knew now that he was a fool for ever thinking she was dainty. Even in there youth she was never dainty, she was mean, she would scowl, and curse at people. He loved her, and now he wanted to give there relationship a second chance. Now he had a partner who he could train to make just as lethal as himself. But even though his heart was filled with hope...there lay trouble lurking around the corner. Arnold grew tired of the leash around him from Gabriel, and from all the people in his life he had ever worked for.

Then he saw exactly what he had to do...but in order to do this, he was going to have to keep Helga a secret...until she was further trained by him. If she wanted this relationship to work as much as he did, she was going to have to commit and learn the same rules as he did.

So with this, Arnold devised a plan and continued thinking about it...well until the next morning.

-End Of Chapter 14