DISCLAIMER: I do not own Helga and Arnold. BUt I do own this story.
UPDATE: May 20, 2003.
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~*PART TWO*~
It infuriated Arnold that his hand wasn't quite steady when he reached across his desk to accept the photographs Jake
offered him. Arnold studied the photographs closely. They were candid snapshots, taken without the subject's knowledge. The
woman pictured was hardly spectacular. She appeared to be in her early mid-thirties. She looked stern and humorless. Mousy
hair like Phoebe's but brown. Brown eyes. Heavy glasses. Unflattering clothing.
Helga would be almost 27 years old now. Her hair had been a rich honey-blonde, her eyes the pure blue of a clear summer
sky. She'd had a weakness for strawberry-lemoned scents. Her smiles had been sweet, and there'd occasionally been shadows
in her beautiful blue eyes.
It had been two and 3/4 years since she'd walked out on him.
"Well?" Jake prodded from across the desk, a hint of sympathy in his voice. Arnold sighed and nodded, his gaze riveted to
the pale face in the photograph he was holding in his left hand. The hand on which he still wore the ring Helga had put there
on their wedding day.
"Yes," he said heavily. "This is my wife."
He lifted his head to look fiercely at the brown-blondish haired man.
"Where is she?"
Without even calling his employer, he's simply not shown up for work two days ago, the day after Helena had declined his
invitation for lunch. No one had heard a word from him since.
Being someone who knew all about disappearing without notice and the many reasons a person could be driven to do so,
Jake's vanishing act bothered Helena. Mostly, she worried that it had something to do with her. SHe didn't waste time calling
herself paranoid. She, more than most, had every reason to be anxious. The fact was that Jake had seemed unusually interested
in her. Ans, sinced she'd determined he wasn't after her body, she couldn't hel but worry about what he had been after.
Distracted by her nervous thinking, she flipped throught the junk mail without interest, tossing th colorful flyers away
without bothering to read them. She st=et the water bill and cable bill aside to pay later. Since television, radio, and
books were her only entertainment she allowed hersef, she ordered as many channels as she could afford.
The final envelope made the blood drain from her face. It was addressed to Helena Price, conplete with apartment number and
correct zip code. There was no return address, but the oddly slanted handwriting was sickeningly recognizable to her. She
knew exactly what she would find inside. Photographs. Nothing else. No note of explanation or identification.
Her hand was shaking so hard she could hardly open the flap. Two snapshots tumbled out when she finally ripped the
envelope apart. THe photos blurred in front of her eyes as she reached out to touch a fingertip to a face she hadn't seen in
two and 3/4 years. And then she recognized the subject of the other photograph. Her breath caught in a painful sob.
"Oh, God," she whispered, groping for the back of the nearest chair for suppost. "Oh, God."
It took several long moments to fight off the dizziness and the nausea. And then she leaped into action, snatching up the
photographs and hurrying into the bedroom. She pulled out a large suitcase that was always kept ready and began to fill it
fast, going through motions that had become all too common in the past months. SHe didn't bother with the few plain suits and
other work clothing, but grabbed heans, tops, sweatsuits, socks, and underwear. Practical, sturdy, easy-care clothing that
required little attention, and could be donned swiftly.
Helena Price, aka Helga Pataki, was on the run again.
~*End of Part Two*~
Please R/R and thank you for your cooperation. Have a nice day!! ^_~ I think this is a little cliffhanger but I'm not sure.
So please review. *Hint, Hint: If I get more reviews, I might continue with this story. Two or three reviews at least.*
Thank You. And have a Great Day! *!*SiLveR sPriTe*!*
UPDATE: May 20, 2003.
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
~*PART TWO*~
It infuriated Arnold that his hand wasn't quite steady when he reached across his desk to accept the photographs Jake
offered him. Arnold studied the photographs closely. They were candid snapshots, taken without the subject's knowledge. The
woman pictured was hardly spectacular. She appeared to be in her early mid-thirties. She looked stern and humorless. Mousy
hair like Phoebe's but brown. Brown eyes. Heavy glasses. Unflattering clothing.
Helga would be almost 27 years old now. Her hair had been a rich honey-blonde, her eyes the pure blue of a clear summer
sky. She'd had a weakness for strawberry-lemoned scents. Her smiles had been sweet, and there'd occasionally been shadows
in her beautiful blue eyes.
It had been two and 3/4 years since she'd walked out on him.
"Well?" Jake prodded from across the desk, a hint of sympathy in his voice. Arnold sighed and nodded, his gaze riveted to
the pale face in the photograph he was holding in his left hand. The hand on which he still wore the ring Helga had put there
on their wedding day.
"Yes," he said heavily. "This is my wife."
He lifted his head to look fiercely at the brown-blondish haired man.
"Where is she?"
Without even calling his employer, he's simply not shown up for work two days ago, the day after Helena had declined his
invitation for lunch. No one had heard a word from him since.
Being someone who knew all about disappearing without notice and the many reasons a person could be driven to do so,
Jake's vanishing act bothered Helena. Mostly, she worried that it had something to do with her. SHe didn't waste time calling
herself paranoid. She, more than most, had every reason to be anxious. The fact was that Jake had seemed unusually interested
in her. Ans, sinced she'd determined he wasn't after her body, she couldn't hel but worry about what he had been after.
Distracted by her nervous thinking, she flipped throught the junk mail without interest, tossing th colorful flyers away
without bothering to read them. She st=et the water bill and cable bill aside to pay later. Since television, radio, and
books were her only entertainment she allowed hersef, she ordered as many channels as she could afford.
The final envelope made the blood drain from her face. It was addressed to Helena Price, conplete with apartment number and
correct zip code. There was no return address, but the oddly slanted handwriting was sickeningly recognizable to her. She
knew exactly what she would find inside. Photographs. Nothing else. No note of explanation or identification.
Her hand was shaking so hard she could hardly open the flap. Two snapshots tumbled out when she finally ripped the
envelope apart. THe photos blurred in front of her eyes as she reached out to touch a fingertip to a face she hadn't seen in
two and 3/4 years. And then she recognized the subject of the other photograph. Her breath caught in a painful sob.
"Oh, God," she whispered, groping for the back of the nearest chair for suppost. "Oh, God."
It took several long moments to fight off the dizziness and the nausea. And then she leaped into action, snatching up the
photographs and hurrying into the bedroom. She pulled out a large suitcase that was always kept ready and began to fill it
fast, going through motions that had become all too common in the past months. SHe didn't bother with the few plain suits and
other work clothing, but grabbed heans, tops, sweatsuits, socks, and underwear. Practical, sturdy, easy-care clothing that
required little attention, and could be donned swiftly.
Helena Price, aka Helga Pataki, was on the run again.
~*End of Part Two*~
Please R/R and thank you for your cooperation. Have a nice day!! ^_~ I think this is a little cliffhanger but I'm not sure.
So please review. *Hint, Hint: If I get more reviews, I might continue with this story. Two or three reviews at least.*
Thank You. And have a Great Day! *!*SiLveR sPriTe*!*