AN: The final chapter. DUN DUN DUN. Well, I'm really sorry it took this
long, but I just couldn't think of how to write it. I still don't think it
came out THAT great, but I guess this will have to do. Thank you so much
for your support, and look for more of my different anime fan fictions that
might come in the future!
The air was thick with mist and nothing could be seen save for the fog that consumed everything. Arnold stumbled through it, trying to find his way out of it. He drew in a shaky breath and zipped up his sweatshirt. Maybe he should have listened to Helga after all.
He gave up on walking and stood in the mist, shivering, hoping for it to pass soon, though it was doubtful.
Arnold.
Arnold became alert when he thought he heard his name called. He looked from side to side. Nothing.
Crnch.
He whipped around to investigate the sound he heard behind him. Again, there was no visual conformation of anything. He turned back around and saw a very dim light heading towards him. He squinted slightly to make sure it was real, and as the beam broadened he was convinced it was.
He did not notice the knife that glinted in it's pathetic light as it drew nearer and nearer to him.
"Arnold, look out!"
The person holding the beam leaped out and hit something behind him, knocking it over. Arnold rushed over to who it was that attacked the thing, and found that it was-
"Helga?" He asked confused. "What are you.?"
He trailed off when he saw the knife held in the hand of the escaped mental patient, Norman Bates. He lay on the ground, unconscious. Helga flipped out a small purple phone and hurriedly dialed the number of the police.
* * *
Arnold and Helga sat in the station about twenty minutes later, sharing a large blue blanket that had been draped over their shoulders as they waited for their parents (and grandparents) to pick them up.
"How did you know he would be there?" Arnold asked.
After slight hesitation, Helga told him the story of her déjà vu, minus of course any real mention of her concern for his safety.
"I don't understand," Arnold said. "Why didn't you just tell me that in the first place?"
"Would you have bought my story?"
Arnold chuckled weakly.
"I guess not."
Their conversation was cut short when Arnold's grandparents walked through the door and spotted him. They rushed to his side, showering him with affections, making sure he was all right. When they were convinced, they stood and began to leave. Arnold turned as he started to walk out the front door and said, "Thanks, Helga."
She blushed furiously.
"It was no big deal, really!"
He smiled gently and left.
* * *
Beams of sunlight reflected off the gentle waves of the shimmering lake. A young, blonde-haired man took the hand of his female companion's. He looked deep into her sapphire eyes and said softly, "Darling?"
She looked back at him with equal desire.
"Yes?"
"I love you."
"And I you, Arnold."
"Will you-"
BZZZZZZZZ!
The nagging sound of Helga's alarm clock brought her back to consciousness, though rather reluctantly. She rubbed her forehead, trying to rid herself of the headache induced by the wretched machine.
Yet she was suddenly awakened as she remembered the dream she had just been brought from. And, in light of recent events, she really couldn't help but wonder.
HAD it all been just a crazy dream?
The air was thick with mist and nothing could be seen save for the fog that consumed everything. Arnold stumbled through it, trying to find his way out of it. He drew in a shaky breath and zipped up his sweatshirt. Maybe he should have listened to Helga after all.
He gave up on walking and stood in the mist, shivering, hoping for it to pass soon, though it was doubtful.
Arnold.
Arnold became alert when he thought he heard his name called. He looked from side to side. Nothing.
Crnch.
He whipped around to investigate the sound he heard behind him. Again, there was no visual conformation of anything. He turned back around and saw a very dim light heading towards him. He squinted slightly to make sure it was real, and as the beam broadened he was convinced it was.
He did not notice the knife that glinted in it's pathetic light as it drew nearer and nearer to him.
"Arnold, look out!"
The person holding the beam leaped out and hit something behind him, knocking it over. Arnold rushed over to who it was that attacked the thing, and found that it was-
"Helga?" He asked confused. "What are you.?"
He trailed off when he saw the knife held in the hand of the escaped mental patient, Norman Bates. He lay on the ground, unconscious. Helga flipped out a small purple phone and hurriedly dialed the number of the police.
* * *
Arnold and Helga sat in the station about twenty minutes later, sharing a large blue blanket that had been draped over their shoulders as they waited for their parents (and grandparents) to pick them up.
"How did you know he would be there?" Arnold asked.
After slight hesitation, Helga told him the story of her déjà vu, minus of course any real mention of her concern for his safety.
"I don't understand," Arnold said. "Why didn't you just tell me that in the first place?"
"Would you have bought my story?"
Arnold chuckled weakly.
"I guess not."
Their conversation was cut short when Arnold's grandparents walked through the door and spotted him. They rushed to his side, showering him with affections, making sure he was all right. When they were convinced, they stood and began to leave. Arnold turned as he started to walk out the front door and said, "Thanks, Helga."
She blushed furiously.
"It was no big deal, really!"
He smiled gently and left.
* * *
Beams of sunlight reflected off the gentle waves of the shimmering lake. A young, blonde-haired man took the hand of his female companion's. He looked deep into her sapphire eyes and said softly, "Darling?"
She looked back at him with equal desire.
"Yes?"
"I love you."
"And I you, Arnold."
"Will you-"
BZZZZZZZZ!
The nagging sound of Helga's alarm clock brought her back to consciousness, though rather reluctantly. She rubbed her forehead, trying to rid herself of the headache induced by the wretched machine.
Yet she was suddenly awakened as she remembered the dream she had just been brought from. And, in light of recent events, she really couldn't help but wonder.
HAD it all been just a crazy dream?