A/N: I can't believe I finally am getting these posted. For the longest time ff.n wouldn't let me log in. In fact I've had both of these chapters typed up for about three days.

Shout Outs:

Spork or Foon- This soon enough for you?

Bluechick- LOVE the poem. You ought to post that one. It sounds like Helga's darker side, except she hasn't killed anyone in this story... yet.

LilTyphoon- Go ahead. Go crazy, it's fun!

While You Were Gone, Part 2:

She's Back!

"H-H-Helga! What are you doing here?" There he was. The almighty Wolfgang Peterson, cowering in a corner, terrified of a girl. This is just too sweet.

She looked at him ruefully and snorted. "What does it matter? I'm here while I am and in the mean time I'll be haunting you like a guilty conscience.

"But why?"

Why? BUT WHY?!" He recoiled from her fury. "After what you just did, you have the audacity to ask why?! I'll tell you why, Wolfgang. It's payback time. For every kid you have ever shaken down, for every person you've stepped on climbing the bully ladder, and for every insult you've ever thrown at the people whom I now consider my friends, I'll be giving a little of it back. Because when you mess with them, you mess with me. And as you've already seen, nobody messes with Helga Pataki." With that she disappeared back into the shadows.

Wolfgang simply blinked at the spot where she used to be standing, but once he regained his senses he bolted for it.

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They were running, not from something, but to something. "This way guys. It was down this alley." That's right. After C.B. (ten guesses who this is) told his story, Arnold and Gerald were awestruck. They wanted proof.

*Flashback* "Helga? As in Helga Pataki? That's impossible. Everyone knows she disappeared six years ago. Even the police say she's dead by now," said the ever-pessimistic Gerald.

"That's how I know she's a ghost." *End Flashback*

Arnold was the only one not speaking so far. He was too caught up in his own thoughts. 'Is it really Helga? Could she really be back after all this time? When she left it was just so sudden. She was here for her birthday and gone the next morning. Her parents didn't even bother looking for her! That was six years ago today. Hey, that would mean today's her birthday!' Arnold stopped short. (Excuse the pun)

"Man Arnold, why'd you stop?"

Little did they know that high above them perched on the edge of the rooftop stood Helga Pataki. It was dark out by now and she had donned a long, black, matrix-looking leather coat. It fit her perfectly, allowing her to blend in with the night. She stood there, veiled in darkness, watching the scene before her unfold. But even a cool consciousness and steel nerves could not prepare her for what she heard next.

"It's Helga's birthday!" What Arnold said had clearly caught her off-guard and she almost lost her balance. After righting herself she began to listen with a new fascination for the blonde football-head. "It was six years ago today that she left, on her birthday!"

'Ah yes, I remember that day clearly...' *Flashb-* 'but I don't have time for flashbacks.' *erm, never mind* So she jumped down, landing with all the grace of a black cat, and strode over to the trio.

"So what, Arnold? All that means is that today is her..." He stopped to count. "16th birthday."

"And you didn't even bother to send me a card."

"Helga?!" Boy, was Arnold sure surprised.

A/N: Man Helga really needs to stop doing that coming out of the shadows thing. It's really getting creepy. Questions or comments? Leave a review! Flames will be played with.