CHAPTER 6:

Miles and Helga were wandering around, truly lost in thought.

Sometimes they'd interact, but they mostly didn't. Because they didn't want to.

Miles sighed and looked at Helga, who sat on the edge of the empty bathtub, "Hey," he called out, making the young girl blink and stare back, "wanna see some pictures of Arnold?"

Helga, a girl who usually liked keeping her adoration for her beloved a secret, melted at the thought. After all, Arnold did make her feel better about anything.

"Yeah, sure."

Miles grinned and threw his wallet over to her, "The picture is in there somewhere."

Nodding, Helga grabbed the wallet and began searching through it. She noticed many pictures of Arnold, and it took her all of her power not to gush.

However, there was one photo that didn't resemble the rest. Not even close.

She froze at the sight; it was a photo of Stella and Arnold, gagged with a gun pointed at their heads!

Helga gasped and felt a few tears leaking. She couldn't move!

However, there was an arrow signaling to look at the back of the photo. Raising an eyebrow, she did just that. There was a message there.

X marks the spot.

"Is something wrong, Helga?"

Nearly choking on both her tears and the shock, she looked up at the confused Miles, "I-it's not here."

Miles looked at her oddly, "What? Really?"

"Y-yep." she said, looking around. X marks the spot, what could that possibly mean? Where's the X?

But then it finally came to her; the lights! Maybe the X is in the dark!

"Hey!" Helga calls out, taking Miles out from his confused state, "Turn off the lights!"

"What? Why?"

"Just do it!"

Miles comically raised his hands in annoyed acceptance, and then turned off the lights.

Helga looked around curiously before pointing behind Miles, "There!"

Raising an eyebrow, he looked behind him to reveal a painted X on a weak area in the wall, "How did we not see that before?"

"I dunno, must've glow in the dark paint or something!"

Miles immediately turned the light back on and rammed his fist into that wall, not caring whether it broke anything or not. In it was a small black box. He opened it to reveal a rather interesting set of objects.

An old telephone, a little glass of tapioca pudding and one bullet.

Miles immediately took the phone and grinned excitedly, looking up at an ecstatic Helga G. Pataki, "Ah!" she yelled, pointing at the phone happily, "A cell phone! The most beautiful invention on this planet!"

He then pulled out the tapioca pudding, which made the already excited Helga even giddier, "Make that second most beautiful invention! Gimme!"

Miles raised an eyebrow at the happy blonde girl, "You'd put something in this room in your mouth? That's disgusting!"

Helga blinked before nodding again, even more rapidly than before, "Yes, I'm willing to risk it!"

Miles rolled his eyes before looking down at a note that was under the glass of tapioca. He grabbed it and began to read it.

The tapioca is harmless, I promise. It is only harmless if it ends in bloodshed. Think about this; you don't need a gun to kill Helga.

The blonde man frowned at this before, opening the phone, "I'm gonna call the police-wait, huh?"

"What's wrong?"

"T-this phone!" Miles called out, flabbergasted, "It was only made to receive calls, not make them!"

Helga paused, "W-well! That's just-"

"Great, I know! I don't need to hear your sarcasm!"

"Well fine then, calm down!"

Miles groaned and laid down, feeling completely defeated. He remained like that for awhile, until he got an idea.

He looked down at the tapioca pudding and the corpse's blood. It was impossible for any amount of that blood to kill a normal person.

And all he needed was a sprinkle of it to fool their kidnapper into thinking Helga's dead! Genius!

He grabbed a slight amount of the blood and sprinkled it on the top of the tapioca, before getting up and turning off the lights again, much to Helga's annoyance, "Dude, what are you doing?"

"Helga, I'm gonna need you to play along on this." he whispered out, "Play dead. Eat this tapioca and play dead!"

Miles stood up and turned the lights back on, looking back at Helga knowingly, "So," he called out, turning Helga's attention back to him, "you still want that tapioca pudding?"

"U-uh-Yeah, sure." she said, nodding.

Miles grabbed the tapioca pudding and slid it over to the girl. Helga grabbed it and began to eat.

The bliss was present in her facial features. She hadn't eaten in hours, days even. And this proper meal certainly beat the tapioca at school!

But then, she remembered that she needed to act.

In dramatic fashion, Helga pretended to choke. She gargled her breath and held her hand to her throat cartoonishly. It was such a poor acting performance that it might've beaten her acting as Juliet. She finally collapsed to the ground, pretending to die.

Miles raised an eyebrow at the hideous performance before blinking and turning to the camera, "There!" he called out, pointing at Helga's supposed corpse, "I've done it! I've killed her with the poison, just like you wanted! Now where's my family?! WHERE ARE THEY?!"

No response.

Miles sighed in defeat, looking down disappointedly.

However, this was shortly lived, as Helga suddenly woke up and yelled in pain as she got seemingly shocked. Miles raised an eyebrow, "W-what-"

"I-I-I-I-I JUST GOT ELECTROCUTED! GET ME OUT OF HEREEEEE!" she yelled out, panting viciously.

Miles frowned and sat down, yanking at his chain.

As this happened, and Helga finally calmed down, the blonde girl realized something.

"I think I remember now."

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

Finally, Helga's story.

I hope you all enjoyed this chapter!