By : Wild-Melody
Summary : That bright light at the end of the tunnel, we all know what that means, but it's not always what we think.
A/N : I'm glad with all the reviews I got. I wasn't actually expecting that many. Thank you to everyone who did review, and thanks to all those who read and didn't review, it's nice to know you at least looked at the story. Hopefully next time you'll review too!! J
Special thanks go to : TADAHmon, I'm glad you liked it, and I agree it was sad! Pyx:WPI, Sorry there was no Schizophrenic discussions this time around, but I absolutely loved your review!! Yoyo, Golden Vegeta, Vega, I'm glad I wasn't the only one put to tears by it, try typing and crying at the same time, it don't work to well. LOL. WingZero, Thank you for the kind review, but things are not always as they seem. Brianaluvsfutballhead, Megacool? LOL, never heard my writing called quite that before, thank you very much!! Pyrus Japonica, I love it when my timing is impeccable! Glad you liked it, and if you needed a good cry at the time, all the better! CrystalWater, I'm glad you liked the varying POV's. Carmie I didn't write another, but how 'bout another chapter? Bunni Girl, Corny songfic? Is there such a thing? Pretend I didn't say that, I've read a few corny ones before. Glad you thought mine wasn't! Also…um, exactly what does an author do to get held hostage by you? I wanna make sure I don't do it…though the Android T sounds pretty fascinating. LOL, did I just say that? Koolkandgrl, I'll pass you the tissue box right through the computer, don't know if that'll help much, glad you liked it. fuzzbunni, You didn't cry when you saw Titanic? I did, I'm amazed that the movie didn't make you cry but my story did, I've done my job well then. Thank you very much for the review! ShiningStar24, And it's being continued, hope you like it. Psy-Girl, You never know, they might still find that weak heartbeat you were hoping for. John, Thank you for the compliment, now when are you going to update your RP fic? And last but not least, Jen, Thank you for the review, just make sure you keep the chapters coming to you Speed Racer story! I'm eagerly waiting!
Now, I have just one more thing to attend to, this Not Again person, if you had even the slightest inkling of what this story was going to be about, why did you read it? I have got to laugh in your face, but thanks for the review anyhow…I'm not quite sure how to take it, insult or compliment or a mixture of the two? Review again so I'll know for next time, k? Thanks. Oh, and about this thing of picking a song that hasn't been done by everyone and their little sister? Well, I AM the little sister and I happen to really LOVE that song, but that's just my opinion, it holds special meaning for me.
Disclaimer : Oh yeah, I own nothing. Absolutely nothing, Hey Arnold! belongs to all its various writers, creators and producers and such. I own only the story idea (and sometimes I'm not even sure if I really own that either)…so don't sue me!!!
HEY ARNOLD!
LAST KISS
Chapter 2 : A Guiding Light…er, Maybe.
Hastily she fastened her seatbelt, doubting it would do any good, but she never removed her eyes from the oncoming car. She felt the impact, heard the screaming tires, the squealing of the brakes…then the busting glass. She felt it rain down over her face, embed in her skin and draw the precious red fluid that was her life. It sliced the skin on her face, on her arms, then came to a rest on the carpeting of the car floor, just beneath her feet. The bright headlights of the other car still blinded her, bringing tears to her eyes. But she couldn't look away. And just before total, sweet oblivion enshrouded her, she felt herself scream. When she finally opened her eyes, or at least presumed she had opened them, she realized that it was dark, totally devoid of any kind of light at all. No stars, no moon, no nothing, just pitch-blackness.
She heard a voice in the distance, so very far away, but there was something familiar about it. She just couldn't pin point what it was. Was it someone she should know? Did she know the owner of the voice, for some odd reason, she thought she did. If only she could remember who it was. If only she could put a face with the voice…
She felt someone gently touching her face, but the touch was feather light. Where am I, what's going on?
It's your time of decision, a disembodied voice said from the blackness.
The voice was familiar, so very familiar. Where had she heard it before? She couldn't remember, but it brought a feeling of warmth and security. Who are you?
All will be revealed in time, now you have a decision to make.
A decision?
The hand on her cheek was more insistent now and she couldn't ignore it any longer. With a groan she pulled herself out of the welcoming blackness and back to the pain of reality. Her whole body hurt, but she managed to open her eyes. A wavy splotch of yellow was what first greeted her unfocused eyes, as yellow as sunflowers. "Arnold?" She asked weakly, disbelieving that it could actually be him.
"Yes," He said just as softly, afraid that if he spoke any louder she might just vanish.
"I must be dead," she said quietly.
"Why do you say that?" He asked, trying to keep her talking, knowing that she had to stay talking.
"Do you know how long I dreamed of you touching me this way? Dreamed of you just touching me at all? How long have I loved you? I know not…it's been a lifetime and more. You are the very reason for my existence." She couldn't believe that she had just said all that. She had to be dead, why else would she reveal her most closely guarded of secrets? But did one feel such pain in death?
She looked up at him, but he was still nothing more than a wavy distortion. Her eyes still couldn't focus right, and there was something warm flowing into them. Suddenly her ears picked up the sounds of sirens. What had happened, she could barely remember it. Had there been an accident? Had she been involved?
"Hold me please, just for a little while?" she asked weakly, it was so difficult to speak, it was like her lungs were on fire.
He wrapped his arms around her, the door to the car practically nonexistent. She tried looking at the car, or at least what she could see of it, the door was hanging haphazardly by its hinges, like with even the slightest of pressure it would fall to the road below. She felt his arms wrap around her and they felt so good to her, like she had been made just for him. "I love you Arnold," She said softly and leaned her head against his chest. She could hear the rapid beating of his heart, the soft thump of it against her ear.
He moved slightly, as if to get a better grip on her, draw her closer to him. Then he kissed her, actually kissed her and it drew her breath away. How long had she dreamed of this moment? He pulled slightly away from her and kissed the top of her head, but didn't let her go, fearing to let her go.
He looked down at her again and she forced her eyes up to meet his as his head lowered and he kissed her their last kiss…Her head began to swim and the darkness threatened to engulf her once more in its welcoming darkened folds. She fought it for as long as she could, but in the end the darkness won out and she succumbed to its embrace once more.
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The time of your decision has come, that same disembodied voice said, so close it sounded like the speaker was standing right next to her.
She turned quickly, or at least presumed she did since she couldn't see herself, or her surroundings for that matter. It was totally devoid of all color, all light, there was only pitch-blackness, an endless night. She couldn't feel her body, but she felt weightless. That made no sense, how can one not feel ones body yet experience of sense of weightlessness? (A/N : Um, it's my story, if it don't make sense, that's my prerogative! So, HA! I just love saying that, ignore me, LOL)
She tried peering into the darkness, tried making out any shape, any shape at all. Nothing appeared, everything was still shrouded in that endless blackness. "Where am I?!" She cried out.
Not where really…more when perhaps, or maybe it is where and not when. I'm not sure anymore. That same disembodied voice said from behind her.
"Listen here," she screamed, whirling around quickly, hoping to catch whoever was there, but there was no one. "I'm getting really fed up with these damn riddles! Can't you speak normally just for once? And who the hell are you?"
Aren't you the same Helga Pataki that use to write all those love poems about Arnold?
She felt her anger die down ever so slightly, "Who are you and how do you know about those?"
There's a lot I know about you Helga, the voice said, now from in front of her.
Helga peered into the darkness, hoping to catch a glimpse of the speaker. "Who in the hell are you and why won't you show yourself?" She asked, her anger starting to rise once more.
Always so quick-tempered, never willing to show the outside world the real you. What are you afraid of Helga?
Helga scoffed, "Me, afraid of something? You must have the wrong girl on that one."
There was a sudden flash of blinding white light and Helga had to shield her eyes from the sudden intensity of it. A portal, brilliant colors flaring to life then dissipating, unfolded before her. It was beautiful in all respects and nothing at the same time. "What the hell?" Helga swore, "What is this place?"
Limbo if you will…an alternate plane. Finally she saw the man speaking and it made her gasp and take an involuntary step back. Do you know who I am now?
"It's just not possible, you're dead!" Helga screamed.
So are you.
Well, short compared to the original chapter, I know, but tell me what you think. Any guesses on who the man is? I don't even know who he is yet, but I have a few ideas. Review, let me know if you want me to continue with this beast. I was really surprised with the amount of reviews I received for the first chapter! It was great! Catch ya later! Oh, yeah, I have to thank the computer gods for spell check, even though once in a while one of those tiny little mistakes make it past the computer…oh well. LOL
Wild-Melody (but you already knew that)