I'm sorry for the cliffy, but I had to do it! You know, all people have an evil side.... MWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!
~Virginia: I don't!~
Hmm... hey, I think you're right... you sure don't on Wild ARMs 3, that's for sure... but, I bet you have one somewhere in you...
~Virginia: no I don't! Tell her, Jet! Tell her I don't have an evil side! *pulls on Jet's shirt*~
~^Jet: whatever.^~
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, HA!! I win. *smirks in triumph*
Disclaimer: ~Virginia: Serap doesn't own Hey Arnold! And she doesn't own me or Jet, either! We're just from this game that she really enjoys called Wild ARMs 3.~ Uh, what she said.
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I walked out of my office, out of the office building, and into the parking lot to my pink convertible that perfectly matches my football headed husband's old convertible, except for the color. Of course he wouldn't get a pink car, doi. I hopped in, and pushed the key into the ignition switch. I drove off, humming the Riverdance theme. The only reason why I was humming that was because I had watched that when I went home for my lunch break. No, I didn't watch the whole thing, just the first part. I sighed happily, then looked out my window to my left, and gasped. I pulled the car over to the curb, and shut it off. I hopped out, and walked slowly to the small child I had seen, who was sitting on the sidewalk, bleeding, and crying.
I bent down next to her, and looked into her eyes. They were sparkling from the tears forming, which made me even sadder for whatever happened to this child. "Are you ok?" I asked, as she looked up at me, sniffing. Her eyes seemed almost sadder now.
"I'm sorry," she said, and I was taken aback. What did this little girl have to say sorry for? Then it registered just as I felt a hand clasp over my mouth. The little stood up, and brushed off her pink dress, that just so happened to look like the one I always used to wear. "I'm really sorry, but they told me if I deedn't do that, they'd do to me what they're gonna do to you." she apologized again, then began to walk slowly away, glancing behind her to see what they were doing to me.
The person that was holding me breathed into my ear, make me scowl, and try as hard as possible to get out of his grasp. "Struggling will get you no where, Mrs..." he was cut off by a loud car that screeched to a halt behind mine. A woman stepped out, and I would have gasped if I was able to. Lila... Lila Sawyer?! She was going to kill me?! But... but why?! She flipped her stupid long auburn hair, which annoyed me more than that it was her, and walked up to the guy behind me and me. no, I shouldn't say she 'walked.' It was more of a waddle. Hips go a mile out side to side, making her look like a duck walking. I would have laughed, if this guy wasn't gagging me with his gross smelling hand... smelled like he washed his hands in cow manure.
She waddled up, and smirked, bringing her green tinted sunglasses down to the bridge of her nose. "Well, well, if it isn't Helga? Such a pleasant surprise. Come on, Curly, let her mouth go, you don't want her to gag on your ever so putrid hands." she said, and my eyes widened. Curly and... Lila? Working together to kill me? What does Curly have against me!? Nothing, that's what.
He let go, and I had to spit to the side, of course grossing out miss I'm-so-pretty-and-perfect-look-at-how-huge-my-bust-line-is! "Lila, Curly, what are you guys DOING!?" I cried, giving Lila a death glare, that made her smirk ever the larger. She stood up straight, and sighed, shaking her head as if she was disappointed by something. Curly just laughed his usual insane laugh.
"Helga, Helga, Helga... you of all people should know what we're doing. First of all, I had started loving Arnold after he had came back. Second of all, Curly got jealous of you and him, because he had a crush on you since 6th grade. Third of all... well... I'm still crazy in love with Arnold, but Curly hates you know because you married Arnold instead of him! So, we're just going to rid the world of Helga. Forever." she said, taking something out of her purse. I figured it would be something like lipstick, so she could look good before she killed me, but oh no, nothing like make-up. She grabbed out a revolver. My jaw dropped, and she smirked happily. "Ta-ta!" she said, aiming the gun at my head.
I gulped and closed my eyes, ready for the impact to my head. So, this was the way it was going to end. Never got to say goodbye to Arnold, never got to punch Lila's face in, never got to talk to Geraldine and prove her wrong ever again, and most importantly, never got to tell Arnold about...
Before I got to finish my thoughts, I felt the impact, but it didn't go where it was originally planned. I fell backwards onto the cold ground, and looked up, my vision blurry, to see a brunette blur on top of the Lila blur. The girl that had made me pull over... and everything went black...
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I opened my eyes, and blinked from the sudden burst of light into my eyes. I felt my head, and winced. What on earth had happened? I looked around my surroundings, and furrowed my eyebrows. I was in a hospital... in a hospital bed, to be exact. But... what had happened?
Just as I began to try to remember what had happened, a doctor walked in, all smiles. "Oh, good! You're alright! We were worried that you wouldn't make it!" he said, doing something on the table next to my bed. I tried to look over, but that's not easy when you're in a hospital bed. I groaned, and rested back down. My stomach had a slight pain in it, and I groaned slightly. "Relax, you don't want to overwork yourself after what you've been through. Mmm, mmm, a shot to the head, not a good thing to happen to a woman in your condition."
"What condition?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. He gave me a questioning look, then laughed, making me scowl. He stopped laughing, and looked puzzled. "I don't know what you're talking about, honestly." I said, shaking my head. He sighed, and handed me a glass and a couple pills. "What are these for?" I asked, looking up at him.
"Pain," he stated, and I nodded my head, then downed the pills and water. Then he continued talking. "Anyway, I would think you would know about your condition." well, I don't, now do I? Just tell me already, yeesh. "You're pregnant. 4 months along, as a matter of fact." My eyes widened, and I looked down at my stomach. A thought passed through my head... a very important question, was the thought. VERY, important, in fact, it is as important as... as... well, as me being careful while I'm carrying this kid!
"Uh, can I ask you something?" I asked, and he nodded his head. I took a deep breath, and gulped, not anywhere near asking the important question. "Um... who am I?" I asked, looking into his shocked eyes.
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So, are you glad it isn't as bad of a cliffy as last time?
~Virginia: I know I am. Aren't you, Jet?~
^Jet: uh, no. I just am glad it's finally over.^
~Virginia: JET!!! *turning red from anger* You are so rude!!~
Run! Run, while you still have both ear drums! There's going to be a fight! Guys, don't do that!... ouch, that's gotta hurt... eep, I think I'll be going now, before they sick their attacks on me! AHH!!!! *runs away, shouting* DON'T FORGET TO REVIEW!!