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Arnold felt her shaking as they continued walking. They both gone through so much together in their lives so far and here is just another hurtle. Wrapping her up in his arms he whispered soothing things into her ears as they waited for their guide to appear. Kissing the top of her head, Arnold then spotted a pair of green eyes piercing the darkness before the full figure emerged in front of them taking their free hands to guide them the rest of the way through.

Helga felt this strange surge go through her with this strangers touch. It was odd but relieving till she felt weakness come over her. Last thing she heard was Arnold's voice.

"Helga? Helga?" Arnold repeated.

"She'll be all right. It is time for her to make one final journey before she begins this fight." Said their guide. "Pick her up and come with me."

Arnold had no reason to doubt him as he picked her up bridal style. What journey was she making?

~Flashback~

Helga left Phoebe's as the sun was almost completely set. There was still red smattering on the very tops of some of the buildings, but overall it was pretty dark. Mostly in her bleak mind after all that had happened with Arnold. Feeling cold quickly settling in Helga still didn't rush back home since what was the use when really no one kept tabs on her except for her best friend. It use to be Arnold along with her, but now it was mostly her. Great, now she felt even more colder and that ache in that spot in her back was still fresh from where she hit the locker.

Keeping up her slow pace, she paused slightly when she heard a sound of laughter in the alley next to her making her realize how much more completely alone she was so taking a deep breath she continued. A rain drop fell on her then before the sound of a can was being kicked. She swore she heard her name being said.

"Ok Helga old girl, keep calm." She whispered to herself before she heard scraping and laughing. Mocking laughter. Helga was brave, but seriously not that brave as she quickened her pace up to the point of her tripping and falling to the ground on her stomach.

"Great. Perfect." Feeling stupid she tried to get up, but the instant tug to her legs pulling her along the sidewalk quickly. Helga screamed out for help. She clawed at the ground to keep her where she was, but soon enough pain followed along with the unmistakable sound of wheezing. No it couldn't be him.

As soon as the wheezing stopped the feeling of fists and feet were upon her body. Helga was crying out. She knew she was. She heard their laughter. Their grunts. They sounded like wild animals around their kill and she was the prey.

"Poor little Pataki." One finally spoke before laughter followed.

She felt things being torn and grabbed at. She realized she had a hard time even opening up her own mouth or even her own eyes. Is this how she will die? The only person to love her is her friend, Phoebe. She supposed it was better than nothing at all. She wished she could of told Arnold how she felt again. Yes she was hurt by his anger back at her, but she knew he wasn't a bad person.

Feeling herself dragged to another place, Helga felt the rain at a larger downpour. She could barely see out of one eye as she forced it open to see the larger one peering down at her as if admiring her. She caught his eyes with her own. She darted around to see the others. She spotted Brainy slipping on his mask again. She spotted her rubbing herself against so many of the males congratulating them before issuing her orders. Helga hated her. Hated Arnold's girlfriend with a passion. Hated how he was so dense not to see how she tricked him so horribly.

Then she saw him lift up the mask up to the larger one. The one that kept talking to her primarily. Helga recognized him as well before darkness greeted her again.

The next thing she heard were the far away voices of Phoebe and Gerald. The other voices to come after will be horrible in themselves, but she wasn't to die in the alley alone. She had her best friend and Gerald who actually believed her. He believed her when his own best friend didn't. That meant something to her.

Arnold and Helga were now in their village as he looked down at Helga reliving that memory again. Her head was going back and forth in pain. Her eyes were tearing up and as many times as he wanted to wake her, Arnold was instructed not to. She had to know all her enemies in order to meet them face to face.

"She has the heart of a warrior." The Chief told him. "She has only forgotten because of what has happened. It is important for her to do this. To see."

"See the face of the enemies?" Arnold wanted the question reiterated. "I know she use to be the bully, but she truly never was since she was always there for us. For me! Whenever something needed to be done."

"True. She has a true heart. A true mind. She has been knocked down to the point to this point." Reaching out the Chief touched Arnold's chest. "You have a brave heart like hers. You love her deeply as does she. Allow this journey for her and you will see her again. This I promise you."

~Flashback~

So much time has passed as she stood there staring down at the spot she last remembered. Her friends kept begging her to leave that area. They were afraid of her falling into that hole. She hated to tell them this, but she already was. As she had herself propped up by a pink and black cane to keep herself upright, Helga kept up with her physical therapy classes and now she was living with her Aunt who was incredibly supportive of her. Rhonda who didn't seem to like her all so much, was by her side. She was supportive. It was interesting when she saw her. Saw how she believed her. Saw how even Gerald believed her and told her she was far braver then he can imagine.

Pity they didn't know all the threats that were happening. Threats she kept hidden in order for them not to worry, but she gave to the cops. It was becoming a huge file now. Her memories felt so wiped clean. Dr Bliss told her it was a way of protecting herself. She told her that one day will be a time she will have to fight back.

Arnold has been single for some time now after that recording was revealed. How Helga wished she was there when that was being played. She didn't care for that bitch, but in some part. That part that loved Arnold greatly, she felt sorry for him. He was always so incredibly naive at times, and with her he was the most naive of all.

She saw how it seemed that Arnold wanted to say something to her, but she avoided him. She wasn't ready to speak at all so when she saw him in the park and he started over, Helga left quickly always thankful of a friend to block the way.

She unfortunately had to start talking to him when he became a S.A in the library also. It was a given. It was obviously fate. It was time. Helga knew she couldn't stop talking to him entirely when she still ran every conversation they had in her head constantly. Arnold was a very good person still in spite of that thing. She knew she will give him a chance again. Love is a crazy thing.

When he was in her home and made a quip about him proposing, she was surprised to hear him do it and keep doing it. Helga saw in his mannerisms and in his eyes he was being sincere about it, but even if she was in her 20's and this was going on still she knew she wouldn't be ready. People coming after you because of deep seeded hatred can cause damage to your own psyche and she loved him far too much to damage him.

Though to have him spend the night after that party with them laying in one another's arms. Naked. No bad dreams. She woke up blissfully happy, but later she was sad because now Arnold was now involved in this mess. That bitch already warned her before her eventual blow up. Before Arnold snapped at Helga.

"As if I would ever have that jungle freak touch my body in a million years. I just let him think he will one day. I let him think you are thinking vile things of me. So what if you spotted me with 4 guys including Arnie? Those guys are better than him than someone with probably every jungle disease known to man."

While she said many other things to Helga to hear that about Arnold was far too much. Helga was fuming even as she started reciting her own poetry back to her. Poetry that was locked away in her own closet making her know that the bitch was in her house at some point. Helga lost it. Somehow she didn't care about the money that went missing from her father's account. She cared eventually, but all she wanted to do was kill her so Helga exploded.

And Arnold exploded right back when he refused to listen to her. Refused to listen to her side. When after he pushed her in the locker and she felt the pain exploding through her, Helga spotted her with the most gleeful look on her face. She was so satisfied at what was done. Arnold was her achilles heel and that made her distracted that night of the attack. She was trying to take the one thing in her life that stuck by her side through thick and thin. Always saw the best in her even at her worst. Yes, he hurt her that one time, but Helga knew his heart well enough to allow that second chance.

Flashes of memory came from such an early age till now. Showing good and bad. All her friends that stuck by her side. Arnold, and him, the boy she has loved for so long.

Eyes fluttering open, Helga's eyes focused with great clarity. Even greater than before as almost a shark like smile formed on her face. Arnold loved that look in her eyes. He hadn't seen it for so long. He saw it and even loved that smile she was given.

"The warrior is back." The Chief announced.