Chapter 9

"Helga I don't think you have completely thought this through" Arnold said trotting to keep up with Helga.

"I'm with Arnold on this one Helga," Gerald called. "This is a bad idea-"

"Shut up and do as I say!" Helga yelled. "You go in there and you confront her-"

"She killed you and Patrick! What's to say she won't kill us?" Gerald yelled. Helga glared at him and he realised he wasn't on the ground anymore.

"Trust me. She wont" she said in a dead voice. Arnold and Gerald just shut up and followed. The once glowy air around Helga was turning red, dark red with black tangles mixed in. He eyes were no longer blue but empty and black. She was mad.

They walked up to the door but before either could knock Helga flung up her arms and the doors flew off their hinges.

"What the hell?" Olga said watching the doors fly past her. She looked and saw Arnold and Gerald standing there. "What did you do to my doors!?" she screamed.

"We didn't do anything. It was Helga" Gerald said.

"We know you killed her Olga. We also know you killed Patrick. I even know why you did it" Arnold told her walking up the stairs. "You're going to get caught. We'll make sure of it. And everyone will know who and what the real Olga is like."

Olga looked at them. "Like everyone is going to believe you! I'm Olga, I'm perfect. Everyone loves me and trusts me. You're just a couple of little boys. No-one will believe you!" she yelled.

She threw a statue at them. "Get out of my house!" she screamed over and over. She picked up the coat holder and swung it at them and stared in shock as it stopped mid-air. She looked to see a dark fog in front of her. Slowly the fog became a form. A familiar form.

"Hello Olga" it whispered.

"No, no, no you're dead. I know, I killed you!" she yelled.

"Yeah well you should really make sure they're not going to come back and kick your arse later you know. Because we murder victims tend not to feel to happy with our killers" she said. She pushed the rack and Olga went flying to smash against a wall. "Now get up, call the police, confess and tell them where our bodies are" Helga said.

"NO! I cant. I'm perfect. I cant" Olga said. Helga pulled her hand toward herself. Olga slid along the floor to Helga's feet. Arnold and Gerald watched shocked.

"Do as I say!" Helga yelled raising Olga off the floor. Olga hung there.

"No. You deserved it. You were always jealous weren't you Helga? I was always better than you were. I always will be. Why did you have to take him Helga? You could have any guy. Why Patrick? He was mine"

"I didn't need to take him off you Olga. You practically gave him to me gift-wrapped. You were so wrapped up in yourself you didn't care what he did. He could have had any female and you didn't care as long as he didn't touch you. You found the perfect mistress with me. I was inner circle, I lived with you and you could push him at me whenever you felt like it. Do you want me to tell you about the nights we spent together wrapped in each other's arms? How we made love to each other in your bed when you were in the bathroom? The very next room Olga! You were in the very next room!" Helga taunted. She laughed. "Oh it was classic!" she said. Gerald and Arnold saw the mask of the old Helga slide in place over the insane look in her eyes. She was out to hurt and torture. And when Helga decides to cause someone immense emotional pain . . .

"We were going to leave you leave you leave you Olga. All alone in that big cold house, with only the walls to talk to. Patrick and me were going to go away, away, away, where you ... couldn't ... find ... us" she said. "And we were going to be happy, happy, happy!" she glared at Olga and let her drop. Olga hit the floor with a thud. "But you had to ruin it. You made big shoes for me to fill. I never could. You're right. I was jealous. But I wasn't after Patrick. I was happy. He loved me, cared about me, acknowledged my existence. Everyone else ignored me" she said, she turned her head and looked towards Arnold. "But he didn't" she said to him. She turned away from Olga. "When I told him I loved him he didn't refuse to acknowledge it. He revelled in it. He loved the fact that someone cared about him so much. Not like you" she spat out. She glared at him. He suddenly felt as if someone was digging into his chest with a knife. "I lied Arnold. I never thought of you when I was in his arms. You ceased to exist. I realised I never loved you. I only thought I did," she said viciously. Every word Helga said drove the knife feeling deeper into his heart. Her face softened. "Then I saw you again. And that little feeling came back. It was the feeling I had when I first met Patrick. It's the kind of love that needs to be built on. But you were never interested in even giving it a chance" she said. She turned back to Olga. "And now it's to late, late, late!"

Olga had huddled herself into a corner. "Oh Olga you are so pathetic! Get over you traumer already okay? Its getting way old. Just call the damn police. I want to move on. I want to" she looked at Arnold. "Be with Patrick" she said and smiled.

"I did Helga" Arnold said. "I didn't know what it was"

"SHUT UP! I don't want to hear it!" she yelled.

"What the hell?" a new voice asked. Helga spun around to see several police officers standing in the doorway.

"HELP! Please, my sister is trying to kill me!" Olga screamed. Helga looked at her in shock. She wasn't trying to kill her. She just wanted her to feel the pain.

"Shes lying. She was like this when we got here. Babbling about Helga and Patrick and how they were trying to kill her. She said she killed them" Gerald said. The officers looked from him to her.

"No NO it's not true!" she protested.

"Okay, all of you. Out to the car. Hands in the air" he called.

"At least Olga didn't kill us" Gerald said to Arnold.

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