A/N: Hey, sorry for the delay. I'm working on two other stories (one for HA I think you'll all like). Not to mention having some serious writers block. But it doesn't seem like a lot of people are reading, (I know I myself prefer the realistic HA stories but I've always been a SCI fiction writer myself:) Trust me, this isn't some story where we find out that Helga is an alien pod person with her own cult and a major website or that Arnold is a freakish monster from another dimension that eats peoples brains and sucks their organs through a straw. Not quite anyway. To tell you the truth I'm just making this up as I go along. Whenever I plan a story in my head I always over think it to the point where it just becomes annoying. Oh well, enough of me, R&R!!!
Disclaimer: You don't honestly think I'm Craig Bartlett in disguise, do you?
P.S-I made one small change at the end of chapter 3. It's "really" tiny and makes no difference, but I just out it in for effect.
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"Secret of Ahel"
Arnold lay on his bed, the clouds had gotten darker overhead, which meant that most likely the sun was almost fully set. Through his glass tiled roof Arnold could make out how very heavy those clouds were. 'They should have started raining.' was all he could think as they passed by in the unusually frozen spring air.
Just as he was falling into a deep slumber that would relieve him form all of his worries and fears, a shrill cry pierced the air. Reluctantly Arnold sat up with a sigh and trudged over to his phone.
"Hello?"
"Hey man, how ya doin'?" came the voice of Gerald on the other end.
"I'm fine, is our game rescheduled yet?"
"Yeah, for next Friday, that is if it doesn't rain. I still don't see why we had to cancel today I mean, it wasn't even drizzling."
Arnold smiled, "I know, but Grandpa and everyone's parents were right, there's still a chance, and anyway this could develop into a really big storm."
Gerald agreed, "I know, but I still wish we hadn't had to cancel. Hey Arnold?"
"Yeah?"
"Is there anyway I could sleep over tonight, Jamie O's got some of his buddies over and if I'm still in the house when they get here, I usually end up as a test dummy for new wrestling moves. Please man?"
"Sure Gerald, come on over we were just about to have dinner. And bring an umbrella, just in case the rain decides to wait until tomorrow morning."
"Ok, see you in 5!"
Arnold hung up the phone with a soft click, and no sooner had he collapsed onto the couch, than he fell asleep.
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Strange sounds and shades of light filled Helga's fuzzy mind. Her vision returned, but became distorted as colors and voices filled it. She quickly sat up, but to fast she realized, as she felt the blood rush to her head, causing her to lay back for a moment and shut her eyes before trying again. When Helga's eyesight was clear enough, she looked around and realized that she was in her bed in her own room. Dusk was beginning to settle over the city skyline. However it was hard to tell except for the fact that the clouds had gotten darker and thicker. Helga turned at the sound of her door being re-opened to reveal Phoebe, donning a scarf. The young girl raced toward Helga and embraced her warmly.
"Oh Helga, I was so worried about you! As soon as you passed out I immediately notified your parents! The doctor was here a little while ago and he couldn't figure out what was wrong with you! Oh Helga, please tell me your all right?!"
At this point, Phoebe was nearly suffocating Helga, who calmly asked her to sit and listen.
"Phoebe," Helga started, "When I passed out, what exactly happened. I need you to tell me every detail."
Phoebe stared with an inquisitive look, "Well, that's just what happened. You were explaining to me why you've been feeling rather 'indifferent' lately, and then you simply fell asleep. I tried to wake you up, but your eyes had become glazed and your breathing slowed. It was only about an hour ago that this occurred. However, you seem fine now. Why do you ask?"
Helga lay there with her eyes wide open. Worry, panic, and was that possibly...fear?, all played through them. She shook her head and turned to the small girl. "Phoebe, ask your Mom if you can sleep over. It's gonna be a 'long' night..."
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Throughout the night both Arnold and Helga tossed and turned, not asleep, but falling in between dreams and reality. Many thoughts and pictures flashing through their minds. Just as they were both about to finaly rest, something seemed to speak within their heads, talking in a hollow voice...
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No more than minutes later, Helga was sitting up in her bed just like a few hours ago. She quickly shook Phoebe until she awoke.
"Phoebe," came her voice silently, "Phoebe wake up! This is really important! Please?"
Phoebe stirred in her sleep, then opened her sleepy eyes and placed on her glasses.
"*yawn* What is it Helga, I was having a quite satisfiable dream. Is their an emergency of some sort?"
Helga looked away and nodded her head for a moment, then she turned towards her sleepy-eyed comapnion.
"Phoebe, listen, I think I have to go to the docks."
"Helga, what are you talking about, it's 1:00 in the morning. Go back to sleep, you were probably dreaming." Phoebe turned away and lie back down, already half way into repose. Helga shook her again,
"Phoebe, this is really important, please come with me. You HAVE to. Please..."
Phoebe took one last look at her friend, and then sighed with agreement,
"Coming."
Helga smiled and hugged Phoebe.
"Thanks Phoebs. Come on, we'll go out through my window."
Both girls got dressed, grabbed some flashlights and their coats, and descended out of Helgas bedroom to the street.
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Meanwhile, a similar scene had just taken place in Arnold's room.
"Gerald, just come with me. There's...there's something I have to do. I have to go to the docks and you HAVE to come with me."
Gerald showed doubt in his eyes, "I don't know man, I mean-"
"Please Gerald, you know I wouldn't ask you unless it was really important?"
Gerald answered Arnold's pleading look with a smile and a sigh.
"All right man, whatever you say."
Arnold and Gerald, after quickly leaving a note in case they weren't back by morning, got dressed and left courtesy of Arnold's fire escape. In about 10 minutes, they were at the docks, flashlights ready.
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"Well," Phoebe started, staring out at the dark waters of the bay, "here we are Helga."
Helga looked out as well, "Yeah, but where is it..."
"Where is what?"
"I don't exactly know, it-"
A rustling was heard near some of the nearby trash cans.
"Phoebe!" came Helga's voice in a high, terrified whisper, "What's THAT?!!!"
Phoebe quickly stood in front of Helga and spun her flashlight in a proffesional battle pattern. Then the light settled on to familiar face...
"AHHHHH!!!!!!!!" screamed Helga, then she saw what, or 'who' to be more precise, had frightened her so.
"ARNOLD!"
Arnold and Gerald stared back at both girls, Phoebe's flashlight making them resemble two deers caught in a cars headlight. Arnold shielded his eyes,
"What are you two doing here?" came both his and Phoebe's voice at the same time.
Gerald spoke up first, "We uh, were...sleep walking?"
That got Helga set back into her bully mode and she folded her arms and raised an eyebrow, "Sleepwalking. In your clothes. With flashlights. At the same time. Right."
Arnold blushed slightly, "Yeah well...what's your excuse?"
Helga became nervous, "Well, we were both just, um...you tell 'em Phoebe!"
She pushed her closer, "Well, um...we were just taking a walk. Getting exercise and everything."
Gerald gave both of them a questioning look, "To the docks at night, on a 'school' night."
All four stared at each other, unfooled by either attempted evasion.
"What are you really doing here?" came their voices in unison.
Just as they were all about to give more excuses, Helga and Arnold glanced off into the distance. Both their eyes widened as they raised their fingers and pointed toward Elk Island.
"Looking for that..."
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Disclaimer: You don't honestly think I'm Craig Bartlett in disguise, do you?
P.S-I made one small change at the end of chapter 3. It's "really" tiny and makes no difference, but I just out it in for effect.
Copyright=me
"Secret of Ahel"
Arnold lay on his bed, the clouds had gotten darker overhead, which meant that most likely the sun was almost fully set. Through his glass tiled roof Arnold could make out how very heavy those clouds were. 'They should have started raining.' was all he could think as they passed by in the unusually frozen spring air.
Just as he was falling into a deep slumber that would relieve him form all of his worries and fears, a shrill cry pierced the air. Reluctantly Arnold sat up with a sigh and trudged over to his phone.
"Hello?"
"Hey man, how ya doin'?" came the voice of Gerald on the other end.
"I'm fine, is our game rescheduled yet?"
"Yeah, for next Friday, that is if it doesn't rain. I still don't see why we had to cancel today I mean, it wasn't even drizzling."
Arnold smiled, "I know, but Grandpa and everyone's parents were right, there's still a chance, and anyway this could develop into a really big storm."
Gerald agreed, "I know, but I still wish we hadn't had to cancel. Hey Arnold?"
"Yeah?"
"Is there anyway I could sleep over tonight, Jamie O's got some of his buddies over and if I'm still in the house when they get here, I usually end up as a test dummy for new wrestling moves. Please man?"
"Sure Gerald, come on over we were just about to have dinner. And bring an umbrella, just in case the rain decides to wait until tomorrow morning."
"Ok, see you in 5!"
Arnold hung up the phone with a soft click, and no sooner had he collapsed onto the couch, than he fell asleep.
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Strange sounds and shades of light filled Helga's fuzzy mind. Her vision returned, but became distorted as colors and voices filled it. She quickly sat up, but to fast she realized, as she felt the blood rush to her head, causing her to lay back for a moment and shut her eyes before trying again. When Helga's eyesight was clear enough, she looked around and realized that she was in her bed in her own room. Dusk was beginning to settle over the city skyline. However it was hard to tell except for the fact that the clouds had gotten darker and thicker. Helga turned at the sound of her door being re-opened to reveal Phoebe, donning a scarf. The young girl raced toward Helga and embraced her warmly.
"Oh Helga, I was so worried about you! As soon as you passed out I immediately notified your parents! The doctor was here a little while ago and he couldn't figure out what was wrong with you! Oh Helga, please tell me your all right?!"
At this point, Phoebe was nearly suffocating Helga, who calmly asked her to sit and listen.
"Phoebe," Helga started, "When I passed out, what exactly happened. I need you to tell me every detail."
Phoebe stared with an inquisitive look, "Well, that's just what happened. You were explaining to me why you've been feeling rather 'indifferent' lately, and then you simply fell asleep. I tried to wake you up, but your eyes had become glazed and your breathing slowed. It was only about an hour ago that this occurred. However, you seem fine now. Why do you ask?"
Helga lay there with her eyes wide open. Worry, panic, and was that possibly...fear?, all played through them. She shook her head and turned to the small girl. "Phoebe, ask your Mom if you can sleep over. It's gonna be a 'long' night..."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Throughout the night both Arnold and Helga tossed and turned, not asleep, but falling in between dreams and reality. Many thoughts and pictures flashing through their minds. Just as they were both about to finaly rest, something seemed to speak within their heads, talking in a hollow voice...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
No more than minutes later, Helga was sitting up in her bed just like a few hours ago. She quickly shook Phoebe until she awoke.
"Phoebe," came her voice silently, "Phoebe wake up! This is really important! Please?"
Phoebe stirred in her sleep, then opened her sleepy eyes and placed on her glasses.
"*yawn* What is it Helga, I was having a quite satisfiable dream. Is their an emergency of some sort?"
Helga looked away and nodded her head for a moment, then she turned towards her sleepy-eyed comapnion.
"Phoebe, listen, I think I have to go to the docks."
"Helga, what are you talking about, it's 1:00 in the morning. Go back to sleep, you were probably dreaming." Phoebe turned away and lie back down, already half way into repose. Helga shook her again,
"Phoebe, this is really important, please come with me. You HAVE to. Please..."
Phoebe took one last look at her friend, and then sighed with agreement,
"Coming."
Helga smiled and hugged Phoebe.
"Thanks Phoebs. Come on, we'll go out through my window."
Both girls got dressed, grabbed some flashlights and their coats, and descended out of Helgas bedroom to the street.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Meanwhile, a similar scene had just taken place in Arnold's room.
"Gerald, just come with me. There's...there's something I have to do. I have to go to the docks and you HAVE to come with me."
Gerald showed doubt in his eyes, "I don't know man, I mean-"
"Please Gerald, you know I wouldn't ask you unless it was really important?"
Gerald answered Arnold's pleading look with a smile and a sigh.
"All right man, whatever you say."
Arnold and Gerald, after quickly leaving a note in case they weren't back by morning, got dressed and left courtesy of Arnold's fire escape. In about 10 minutes, they were at the docks, flashlights ready.
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"Well," Phoebe started, staring out at the dark waters of the bay, "here we are Helga."
Helga looked out as well, "Yeah, but where is it..."
"Where is what?"
"I don't exactly know, it-"
A rustling was heard near some of the nearby trash cans.
"Phoebe!" came Helga's voice in a high, terrified whisper, "What's THAT?!!!"
Phoebe quickly stood in front of Helga and spun her flashlight in a proffesional battle pattern. Then the light settled on to familiar face...
"AHHHHH!!!!!!!!" screamed Helga, then she saw what, or 'who' to be more precise, had frightened her so.
"ARNOLD!"
Arnold and Gerald stared back at both girls, Phoebe's flashlight making them resemble two deers caught in a cars headlight. Arnold shielded his eyes,
"What are you two doing here?" came both his and Phoebe's voice at the same time.
Gerald spoke up first, "We uh, were...sleep walking?"
That got Helga set back into her bully mode and she folded her arms and raised an eyebrow, "Sleepwalking. In your clothes. With flashlights. At the same time. Right."
Arnold blushed slightly, "Yeah well...what's your excuse?"
Helga became nervous, "Well, we were both just, um...you tell 'em Phoebe!"
She pushed her closer, "Well, um...we were just taking a walk. Getting exercise and everything."
Gerald gave both of them a questioning look, "To the docks at night, on a 'school' night."
All four stared at each other, unfooled by either attempted evasion.
"What are you really doing here?" came their voices in unison.
Just as they were all about to give more excuses, Helga and Arnold glanced off into the distance. Both their eyes widened as they raised their fingers and pointed toward Elk Island.
"Looking for that..."
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