Witness to the truth
I don't own Hey Arnold, I own nothing. I live with my mum in a rented property, I can't afford to own anything. Anyway. On with the show. Hehehe
Helga pushed a plate of macaroni cheese around and tried to look as if she was eating, it wasn't that it tasted bad, it was great, but the prospect of sharing a room with a guy she had loved since kindergarten didn't appeal to her. Taking a sip of the cherry soda, that had warmed up and now tasted like cherry cough syrup, Helga tried to concentrate on the light banter of Mike and Jim. They were probably the most unlikely friends she had ever met, whereas Mike was loud boisterous and a bitter divorcee, Jim was quiet, friendly and a caring husband, what they found to talk about Helga would never know. Arnold sat next to Helga; he was eating his food in the quiet contented way that a person who grew up with a bad cook has, savouring each mouthful and smiling if anybody happened to say anything to him.
'Whats up Helga? You not hungry?' Helga shook her head,
'Not really, I'm just tired.' She lied, in truth she was more wide-awake than ever. Arnold looked up and said kindly,
'Maybe you should watch T.V or something, but then you have to tell me what happened?' Nodding Helga pushed her plate towards Arnold, who snatched it up greedily, and stood up, making her way into the living room, she sat down on the sofa facing the open fire and stared into the flickering flames. The next thing she knew was Arnold gently shaking her shoulder,
'What? What happened?' She asked as she yawned and rubbed her aching eyes,
'You fell asleep, one minute you were sitting there, watching the flames the next you were slumped over sound asleep.' Helga shrugged sheepishly,
'I haven't gotten a lot of sleep these past few weeks.' She admitted guiltily, a sense of indignation washed over her and she wondered why she was feeling like a kid who fell asleep in math class.
'Maybe you should wait until tomorrow before you tell me your tale.' Arnold suggested, Helga shook her head,
'No, you should know now.' Curling her legs underneath her she felt in her trouser pocket and pulled a card out,
'This card means I can go anywhere, I get to go to movie premiers, fancy French restaurants, anywhere. Press passes can come in useful, but with the card comes responsibility, I can't lose it, my boss would kill me and because I have to wear it on my shirt I am instantly recognised as a journalist. Part of being a journalist involves being on call all the time, it's not a nine to five job.' Arnold frowned,
'So how did you get mixed up with Big Louie?'
'I was getting to that. I have been doing a story on the big crime families in America, most of them are just petty thugs with big ideas and a bit of cash to throw away, but others are serious criminals, like Big Louie Santoni. He has a string of warehouses over North America containing up to a half a billion in stolen property, black market alcohol and highly addictive drugs. He also runs a casino in Las Vegas, has upmarket hotels in L.A and Florida, cuts down trees in the Amazon, you name it he's done or doing it.
'I wasn't stupid though, I used a pseudonym, Angela Lloyd, it meant I could go where I wanted and I wouldn't have anybody getting suspicious, after all I'm just Helga Pataki. Anyway, I got a tip off that Big Louie would be pulling a heist in a museum in New York, it was rumoured he was going to steal the Spirit of the Nile, the largest Sapphire in Europe. I was there before them though, I caught it all on video tape, it meant as well as getting a story I also had proof that Big Louie was behind it all. There was a problem though, I had taped it all and was making a quick escape, when I knocked into a security light, the alarms went off and I was trapped between a rock and a hard place. I managed to escape but I left something behind.' She paused and Arnold said slowly,
'Your press pass.' Nodding Helga said,
'Got it in one. They knew who I was, where I worked and where I lived, they knew more about me than a lot of people did. I got my press pass back, and a letter, it was basically the usual, you tell we kill, well I took my video to the police and Big Louie was arrested, then he put a contact out on me. So far I've escaped seven assassination attempts, including the one you stopped, then I got a letter that I believe you have in your pocket. That did it, I decided to change my statement, I knew what I was doing was cowardly and wrong but my life was in terrible danger, I was so scared. Captain Malone figured it out and now I am hiding out in the middle of nowhere and the only person I can really trust is you, at least I know somebody, I'm not completely alone.' Arnold nodded and said,
'Don't worry, you can trust us, only Jim knows where we are, and he's good cop, there is no chance at all that he is a member of a crime family. And Mike has been working for months to put all those crime families out of business. Trust me.' Nodding Helga stood up and stretched her arms out,
'You're right. I'm being paranoid. I'm going to bed, g'night Arnold.' As she walked past Jim and Mike who were playing cards she said goodnight and they nodded.
'Night Helga.' They chorused. Standing up Arnold sat down next to Jim,
'I'm assuming you know why Helga is in danger?' He said, Mike nodded,
'Yup, it's going to be hard for the kid until the trial starts, but I'm pretty sure nobody can get her here.' Jim nodded in agreement,
'Yeah, she'll be fine.' Looking at Arnold he said,
'Seeing her must bring back some pretty bad memories.' Arnold nodded and Mike raised an eyebrow,
'Why? You kid's date or something? I mean she's a very pretty woman.' Arnold shook his head,
'No, we were friends, our best friends were dating, they got into an accident, they are now brain dead, we just stopped talking, it was to painful.' Mike shrugged,
'Sorry kid, that's tough, I lost a friend when I was nine, he got meningitis, not a day goes by that I don't think of him.' Shrugging he took a swig of beer,
'Life's tough, it makes you stronger, my old man was in the army and he said although he got his arm blasted off and he broke three of his ribs it made him a better person. Never arm wrestle with a person with only one arm, they're tough, real tough.' Arnold raised an eyebrow and Jim laughed,
'Don't worry he's just pissed.' Mike glared at Jim,
'I'm not pissed, I never get pissed, I...oh god I'm gonna puke.' Standing up he ran into the bedroom and wrinkling his nose in disgust Arnold stood up,
'I think I'm going to go to bed.' Jim shrugged and gathered the abandoned playing card up, shuffling them he set them out to play solitaire, ignoring the sound of Mike being violently sick in the bathroom Arnold opened the door to the bedroom he was sharing with Helga. He could see her sleeping form under the duvet and grinning at how innocent the tough as nails journalist looked when she slept, he stripped down to his boxers and pulled a pair of pyjama bottoms on. Crawling into his bed he curled up and pulled the duvet under his chin, within a few minutes he was fast asleep.
'Mornin' Helga one egg or two?' Helga watched as Jim cracked another egg into the already loaded pan and turned the heat down when he was splattered with fat,
'One please, do we have any bread?' Nodding Jim pulled a loaf of bread out of the bread bin and passed it to Helga,
'Anything else? You can't just have a fried egg and bread.' He said as he lowered two rashers of bacon into another pan.
'I know, I also want two rashers of bacon, mushrooms and a fried tomato, I'm making a sandwich.' She said with a grin, Jim nodded approvingly and said in a happier tone,
'I like to see a young lady who has a good appetite, there are to many girls already skinnier than a pencil yet they still torture themselves eating rabbit food and little else, it ain't healthy. And all that counting the calories crap, if it's loaded with fat it tastes better.' Helga nodded and smirked as he piled the food onto the slice of buttered bread, taking a bite she moaned happily,
'Now that is a sandwich to write home about.' Grabbing a plate she loaded it with food and rapping on her bedroom door said,
'Arnold you decent?' A muffled yell made her laugh and Arnold appeared in the now open door, bleary eyed and his hair a mess,
'Huh?' Shoving the plate at him she said cheerfully,
'Jim cooked again. When I go home I'm hiring him to be my personal cook.' Arnold laughed and wandered into the living room, Helga collapsed on the sofa and Arnold sat next to her,
'Not a morning person are you?' Arnold shook his head sourly,
'No, I need coffee.' Two mugs of coffee were placed on the coffee table and Jim sat down in an armchair,
'Sleep well?' He asked and Helga was surprised to find a trace of a leer in the older mans voice,
'Arnold snores.' Helga said bluntly, Arnold shook his head and said through a mouthful of bacon and mushroom,
'I do not.' Helga smiled sweetly,
'Yes, yes you do.' Chuckling Jim said with a grin,
'You kids make a cute couple, you remind me of me and my wife when we first got married.' Helga felt the colour rise in her cheeks and Arnold laughed,
'That's funny, that's what my grandma said when she first met Helga.' Swallowing his food he said,
'Apparently she and grandpa argued all the time, more when they were kids though, she used to bully him mercilessly.' Jim shot an enquiring look at Helga, who lowered her gaze sheepishly,
'I wouldn't say it was merciless.' Laughing triumphantly Jim pointed his fork at Arnold and Helga,
'Mark my words, you two are made for each other, its fate, I mean you already know each others likes and dislikes,'
'Strawberry ice-cream and brussel sprouts,' Arnold said absently, Helga smirked,
'Cherry soda and people who threaten his friends and family.' Jim grinned,
'And you have a lot in common,
'Big Bob's a jerk.' They both said with a laugh,
'Maybe he's right,' Arnold said awkwardly,
'I dunno maybe.' Helga said equally awkwardly, suddenly they cracked up laughing, and said in unison,
'Nah!' Jim shook his head and stood up putting his empty plate in the sink,
'I have a game of solitaire to finish, do me a favour, get Mike out of bed, he's gonna need a hangover cure.'
(What? Did you think them getting together would be easy? Dream on peeps)
'Mike open up!' Arnold yelled banging on the door,
'No, fuck off!' Mike yelled back, a loud groan was heard and Helga giggled,
'Mike, come on, you have to get out of bed today.' She called through the locked door,
'Helga, shove off!' Grinning she started banging on the door, each knock got louder until she was pounding on it with both fists, the door swung open and Arnold caught her by the shirt before she fell forwards,
'I'm up already! Sheesh! I pity the guy who marries you.' Jim sniggered and Helga glared at them both,
'Jim has a hangover cure ready for you, and if you don't behave I'm cooking liver,' Mike turned green and grinning nastily Helga continued,
'with lots and lots of greasy fried onions.' Mike turned and ran into the bathroom, Arnold gave Helga a look of despair,
'Helga that was mean.'
'Yeah, what's your point?' Shaking his head Arnold went into his bedroom and Helga sat down opposite Jim,
'You aren't actually going to cook liver are you?' Jim asked nervously, Helga shook her head and stuck her tongue out,
'Ugh, no way, I can't stand the stuff.' Jim laughed and placed a card down,
'He'll take that hangover cure and feel a lot better, hopefully.' Helga glanced at the glass of green liquid,
'What's in it?' Jim grinned and said,
'Three raw eggs, hot sauce, Worcestershire sauce and the secret ingredient.' Helga shuddered and said warily,
'Dare I ask what the secret ingredient is?' Jim grinned evilly,
'Essence of seaweed.' Helga groaned and said,
'That's disgusting, does it work?' Shrugging Jim said with a laugh,
'I dunno, could do, might not though, I'm willing to experiment though.' Standing up Helga sniffed the drink,
'Well if it doesn't work we could end up with a Dr Jeckyll and Mr Hyde style situation, better duck when he drinks it.' Mike wandered out of the bathroom and shot Helga a nasty look,
'You are a petty woman.' Helga smirked,
'So I've been told.' Mike glanced at the glass of 'hangover cure' and sniffed it,
'Whats in it?' Jim opened his mouth and Helga cut him off,
'This and that, it's an old Pataki family secret recipe, my mom was always drunk so we needed it, it always worked.' Winking at Jim she watched as Mike picked the glass up and downed it in one go,
'That was worse that throwing up my stomach lining.' Shrugging Helga asked,
'Did it work?' Mike felt his head and his face brightened,
'It did, this is fantastic, you have to tell me the recipe.' Smirking Helga told him and he grimaced and ran into the bathroom, after a few second there was the sound of somebody being violently sick,
'Hmm, maybe I shouldn't have told him about the seaweed.' Helga said with a grin.
'Where's Mike?' Arnold asked coming out of the bedroom, he was wearing a pair of jeans and a dark blue shirt,
'Throwing up the hangover cure.' Helga said with a grin, she was lying on the sofa reading a book,
'He'll never drink again.' Jim added from where he was sitting playing cards still,
'You're still playing cards?' Arnold asked him incredulously, nodded Jim put another card down,
'It beats doing nothing.' Shrugging Arnold sat down on the floor in front of the fire, Helga joined him and he pulled the letter out of his pocket,
'Helga, what do you know about Steel edge Joey?' Helga shuddered,
'He has had many names over the past twenty years, Whiplash Cedric, Cardiac Arrest Patrick, Arsenic Andrew and now Steel edge Joey. Each of his names have related to his style of killing, now he heats a blade up and runs it up and down the victims stomach and face, then he cuts the tip of the tongue off. Finally he burns a cigarette in the victim's eye and stabs them; it's usually when he stabs them that they die. He's a monster. But, nobody has been able to identify him because he wears a Bill Clinton mask and he also only ever speaks to his victim. A five-year-old boy watched him kill his father, he wasn't noticed by Steel edge because he was hiding under the sink, the boy didn't speak for five years, his first words were "He burned my daddy." He told us exactly what he heard and saw I wouldn't let a thirty-year-old see something like that in a movie, let alone a five-year-old. The poor kid ended up in a mental hospital because he tried to kill himself.' Helga trailed off and to his surprise Arnold saw tears in her eyes,
'He's going to get me Arnold, I'm so scared.' Hugging her Arnold said in a voice low enough so that Jim and Mike wouldn't hear him,
'Listen Helga, you will survive this, I will make sure of that, Steel edge Joey will not get within ten feet of you. If he does I will personally shoot his head off, and I'm also going to give you a gun to keep with you at all times. If you think you are in danger or are in danger just shoot, either into the air or if need be into whoever is frightening you. Don't give them a chance to hurt you.' Helga nodded and squeezed Arnold's hand gratefully,
'Thanks Arnold.'
Okay that's it for now, I hope you enjoyed it. And I strongly recommend that you don't try the 'hangover cure' I just made it up off the top of my head, it could make you ill so leave those ingredients alone. Good. Now be good readers and review. Please.
I don't own Hey Arnold, I own nothing. I live with my mum in a rented property, I can't afford to own anything. Anyway. On with the show. Hehehe
Helga pushed a plate of macaroni cheese around and tried to look as if she was eating, it wasn't that it tasted bad, it was great, but the prospect of sharing a room with a guy she had loved since kindergarten didn't appeal to her. Taking a sip of the cherry soda, that had warmed up and now tasted like cherry cough syrup, Helga tried to concentrate on the light banter of Mike and Jim. They were probably the most unlikely friends she had ever met, whereas Mike was loud boisterous and a bitter divorcee, Jim was quiet, friendly and a caring husband, what they found to talk about Helga would never know. Arnold sat next to Helga; he was eating his food in the quiet contented way that a person who grew up with a bad cook has, savouring each mouthful and smiling if anybody happened to say anything to him.
'Whats up Helga? You not hungry?' Helga shook her head,
'Not really, I'm just tired.' She lied, in truth she was more wide-awake than ever. Arnold looked up and said kindly,
'Maybe you should watch T.V or something, but then you have to tell me what happened?' Nodding Helga pushed her plate towards Arnold, who snatched it up greedily, and stood up, making her way into the living room, she sat down on the sofa facing the open fire and stared into the flickering flames. The next thing she knew was Arnold gently shaking her shoulder,
'What? What happened?' She asked as she yawned and rubbed her aching eyes,
'You fell asleep, one minute you were sitting there, watching the flames the next you were slumped over sound asleep.' Helga shrugged sheepishly,
'I haven't gotten a lot of sleep these past few weeks.' She admitted guiltily, a sense of indignation washed over her and she wondered why she was feeling like a kid who fell asleep in math class.
'Maybe you should wait until tomorrow before you tell me your tale.' Arnold suggested, Helga shook her head,
'No, you should know now.' Curling her legs underneath her she felt in her trouser pocket and pulled a card out,
'This card means I can go anywhere, I get to go to movie premiers, fancy French restaurants, anywhere. Press passes can come in useful, but with the card comes responsibility, I can't lose it, my boss would kill me and because I have to wear it on my shirt I am instantly recognised as a journalist. Part of being a journalist involves being on call all the time, it's not a nine to five job.' Arnold frowned,
'So how did you get mixed up with Big Louie?'
'I was getting to that. I have been doing a story on the big crime families in America, most of them are just petty thugs with big ideas and a bit of cash to throw away, but others are serious criminals, like Big Louie Santoni. He has a string of warehouses over North America containing up to a half a billion in stolen property, black market alcohol and highly addictive drugs. He also runs a casino in Las Vegas, has upmarket hotels in L.A and Florida, cuts down trees in the Amazon, you name it he's done or doing it.
'I wasn't stupid though, I used a pseudonym, Angela Lloyd, it meant I could go where I wanted and I wouldn't have anybody getting suspicious, after all I'm just Helga Pataki. Anyway, I got a tip off that Big Louie would be pulling a heist in a museum in New York, it was rumoured he was going to steal the Spirit of the Nile, the largest Sapphire in Europe. I was there before them though, I caught it all on video tape, it meant as well as getting a story I also had proof that Big Louie was behind it all. There was a problem though, I had taped it all and was making a quick escape, when I knocked into a security light, the alarms went off and I was trapped between a rock and a hard place. I managed to escape but I left something behind.' She paused and Arnold said slowly,
'Your press pass.' Nodding Helga said,
'Got it in one. They knew who I was, where I worked and where I lived, they knew more about me than a lot of people did. I got my press pass back, and a letter, it was basically the usual, you tell we kill, well I took my video to the police and Big Louie was arrested, then he put a contact out on me. So far I've escaped seven assassination attempts, including the one you stopped, then I got a letter that I believe you have in your pocket. That did it, I decided to change my statement, I knew what I was doing was cowardly and wrong but my life was in terrible danger, I was so scared. Captain Malone figured it out and now I am hiding out in the middle of nowhere and the only person I can really trust is you, at least I know somebody, I'm not completely alone.' Arnold nodded and said,
'Don't worry, you can trust us, only Jim knows where we are, and he's good cop, there is no chance at all that he is a member of a crime family. And Mike has been working for months to put all those crime families out of business. Trust me.' Nodding Helga stood up and stretched her arms out,
'You're right. I'm being paranoid. I'm going to bed, g'night Arnold.' As she walked past Jim and Mike who were playing cards she said goodnight and they nodded.
'Night Helga.' They chorused. Standing up Arnold sat down next to Jim,
'I'm assuming you know why Helga is in danger?' He said, Mike nodded,
'Yup, it's going to be hard for the kid until the trial starts, but I'm pretty sure nobody can get her here.' Jim nodded in agreement,
'Yeah, she'll be fine.' Looking at Arnold he said,
'Seeing her must bring back some pretty bad memories.' Arnold nodded and Mike raised an eyebrow,
'Why? You kid's date or something? I mean she's a very pretty woman.' Arnold shook his head,
'No, we were friends, our best friends were dating, they got into an accident, they are now brain dead, we just stopped talking, it was to painful.' Mike shrugged,
'Sorry kid, that's tough, I lost a friend when I was nine, he got meningitis, not a day goes by that I don't think of him.' Shrugging he took a swig of beer,
'Life's tough, it makes you stronger, my old man was in the army and he said although he got his arm blasted off and he broke three of his ribs it made him a better person. Never arm wrestle with a person with only one arm, they're tough, real tough.' Arnold raised an eyebrow and Jim laughed,
'Don't worry he's just pissed.' Mike glared at Jim,
'I'm not pissed, I never get pissed, I...oh god I'm gonna puke.' Standing up he ran into the bedroom and wrinkling his nose in disgust Arnold stood up,
'I think I'm going to go to bed.' Jim shrugged and gathered the abandoned playing card up, shuffling them he set them out to play solitaire, ignoring the sound of Mike being violently sick in the bathroom Arnold opened the door to the bedroom he was sharing with Helga. He could see her sleeping form under the duvet and grinning at how innocent the tough as nails journalist looked when she slept, he stripped down to his boxers and pulled a pair of pyjama bottoms on. Crawling into his bed he curled up and pulled the duvet under his chin, within a few minutes he was fast asleep.
'Mornin' Helga one egg or two?' Helga watched as Jim cracked another egg into the already loaded pan and turned the heat down when he was splattered with fat,
'One please, do we have any bread?' Nodding Jim pulled a loaf of bread out of the bread bin and passed it to Helga,
'Anything else? You can't just have a fried egg and bread.' He said as he lowered two rashers of bacon into another pan.
'I know, I also want two rashers of bacon, mushrooms and a fried tomato, I'm making a sandwich.' She said with a grin, Jim nodded approvingly and said in a happier tone,
'I like to see a young lady who has a good appetite, there are to many girls already skinnier than a pencil yet they still torture themselves eating rabbit food and little else, it ain't healthy. And all that counting the calories crap, if it's loaded with fat it tastes better.' Helga nodded and smirked as he piled the food onto the slice of buttered bread, taking a bite she moaned happily,
'Now that is a sandwich to write home about.' Grabbing a plate she loaded it with food and rapping on her bedroom door said,
'Arnold you decent?' A muffled yell made her laugh and Arnold appeared in the now open door, bleary eyed and his hair a mess,
'Huh?' Shoving the plate at him she said cheerfully,
'Jim cooked again. When I go home I'm hiring him to be my personal cook.' Arnold laughed and wandered into the living room, Helga collapsed on the sofa and Arnold sat next to her,
'Not a morning person are you?' Arnold shook his head sourly,
'No, I need coffee.' Two mugs of coffee were placed on the coffee table and Jim sat down in an armchair,
'Sleep well?' He asked and Helga was surprised to find a trace of a leer in the older mans voice,
'Arnold snores.' Helga said bluntly, Arnold shook his head and said through a mouthful of bacon and mushroom,
'I do not.' Helga smiled sweetly,
'Yes, yes you do.' Chuckling Jim said with a grin,
'You kids make a cute couple, you remind me of me and my wife when we first got married.' Helga felt the colour rise in her cheeks and Arnold laughed,
'That's funny, that's what my grandma said when she first met Helga.' Swallowing his food he said,
'Apparently she and grandpa argued all the time, more when they were kids though, she used to bully him mercilessly.' Jim shot an enquiring look at Helga, who lowered her gaze sheepishly,
'I wouldn't say it was merciless.' Laughing triumphantly Jim pointed his fork at Arnold and Helga,
'Mark my words, you two are made for each other, its fate, I mean you already know each others likes and dislikes,'
'Strawberry ice-cream and brussel sprouts,' Arnold said absently, Helga smirked,
'Cherry soda and people who threaten his friends and family.' Jim grinned,
'And you have a lot in common,
'Big Bob's a jerk.' They both said with a laugh,
'Maybe he's right,' Arnold said awkwardly,
'I dunno maybe.' Helga said equally awkwardly, suddenly they cracked up laughing, and said in unison,
'Nah!' Jim shook his head and stood up putting his empty plate in the sink,
'I have a game of solitaire to finish, do me a favour, get Mike out of bed, he's gonna need a hangover cure.'
(What? Did you think them getting together would be easy? Dream on peeps)
'Mike open up!' Arnold yelled banging on the door,
'No, fuck off!' Mike yelled back, a loud groan was heard and Helga giggled,
'Mike, come on, you have to get out of bed today.' She called through the locked door,
'Helga, shove off!' Grinning she started banging on the door, each knock got louder until she was pounding on it with both fists, the door swung open and Arnold caught her by the shirt before she fell forwards,
'I'm up already! Sheesh! I pity the guy who marries you.' Jim sniggered and Helga glared at them both,
'Jim has a hangover cure ready for you, and if you don't behave I'm cooking liver,' Mike turned green and grinning nastily Helga continued,
'with lots and lots of greasy fried onions.' Mike turned and ran into the bathroom, Arnold gave Helga a look of despair,
'Helga that was mean.'
'Yeah, what's your point?' Shaking his head Arnold went into his bedroom and Helga sat down opposite Jim,
'You aren't actually going to cook liver are you?' Jim asked nervously, Helga shook her head and stuck her tongue out,
'Ugh, no way, I can't stand the stuff.' Jim laughed and placed a card down,
'He'll take that hangover cure and feel a lot better, hopefully.' Helga glanced at the glass of green liquid,
'What's in it?' Jim grinned and said,
'Three raw eggs, hot sauce, Worcestershire sauce and the secret ingredient.' Helga shuddered and said warily,
'Dare I ask what the secret ingredient is?' Jim grinned evilly,
'Essence of seaweed.' Helga groaned and said,
'That's disgusting, does it work?' Shrugging Jim said with a laugh,
'I dunno, could do, might not though, I'm willing to experiment though.' Standing up Helga sniffed the drink,
'Well if it doesn't work we could end up with a Dr Jeckyll and Mr Hyde style situation, better duck when he drinks it.' Mike wandered out of the bathroom and shot Helga a nasty look,
'You are a petty woman.' Helga smirked,
'So I've been told.' Mike glanced at the glass of 'hangover cure' and sniffed it,
'Whats in it?' Jim opened his mouth and Helga cut him off,
'This and that, it's an old Pataki family secret recipe, my mom was always drunk so we needed it, it always worked.' Winking at Jim she watched as Mike picked the glass up and downed it in one go,
'That was worse that throwing up my stomach lining.' Shrugging Helga asked,
'Did it work?' Mike felt his head and his face brightened,
'It did, this is fantastic, you have to tell me the recipe.' Smirking Helga told him and he grimaced and ran into the bathroom, after a few second there was the sound of somebody being violently sick,
'Hmm, maybe I shouldn't have told him about the seaweed.' Helga said with a grin.
'Where's Mike?' Arnold asked coming out of the bedroom, he was wearing a pair of jeans and a dark blue shirt,
'Throwing up the hangover cure.' Helga said with a grin, she was lying on the sofa reading a book,
'He'll never drink again.' Jim added from where he was sitting playing cards still,
'You're still playing cards?' Arnold asked him incredulously, nodded Jim put another card down,
'It beats doing nothing.' Shrugging Arnold sat down on the floor in front of the fire, Helga joined him and he pulled the letter out of his pocket,
'Helga, what do you know about Steel edge Joey?' Helga shuddered,
'He has had many names over the past twenty years, Whiplash Cedric, Cardiac Arrest Patrick, Arsenic Andrew and now Steel edge Joey. Each of his names have related to his style of killing, now he heats a blade up and runs it up and down the victims stomach and face, then he cuts the tip of the tongue off. Finally he burns a cigarette in the victim's eye and stabs them; it's usually when he stabs them that they die. He's a monster. But, nobody has been able to identify him because he wears a Bill Clinton mask and he also only ever speaks to his victim. A five-year-old boy watched him kill his father, he wasn't noticed by Steel edge because he was hiding under the sink, the boy didn't speak for five years, his first words were "He burned my daddy." He told us exactly what he heard and saw I wouldn't let a thirty-year-old see something like that in a movie, let alone a five-year-old. The poor kid ended up in a mental hospital because he tried to kill himself.' Helga trailed off and to his surprise Arnold saw tears in her eyes,
'He's going to get me Arnold, I'm so scared.' Hugging her Arnold said in a voice low enough so that Jim and Mike wouldn't hear him,
'Listen Helga, you will survive this, I will make sure of that, Steel edge Joey will not get within ten feet of you. If he does I will personally shoot his head off, and I'm also going to give you a gun to keep with you at all times. If you think you are in danger or are in danger just shoot, either into the air or if need be into whoever is frightening you. Don't give them a chance to hurt you.' Helga nodded and squeezed Arnold's hand gratefully,
'Thanks Arnold.'
Okay that's it for now, I hope you enjoyed it. And I strongly recommend that you don't try the 'hangover cure' I just made it up off the top of my head, it could make you ill so leave those ingredients alone. Good. Now be good readers and review. Please.