I don't own Hey Arnold. I wish lol

3:37 am

He sat alone on his bed in his jail cell. Indian style propped against the wall. It was comfy. No complaints. He stared amusingly at the moon lit tile floor. Sleeping was out of the question. For the past few weeks a touch of insomnia had plagued him. So instead he became a creature of the night and listen to the guard pace.

It had become a routine. It was sad. He knew. He was beginning to memorize the guard's habits. Yes, yes they had a guard. Even though it was a minimum security prison.

'THUD!'

Everything got deadly quiet. He instantly became curious and stirred from his former indian style position. He slid of his bed and onto the floor. Before he could go investigate though a slender gray figure stepped in front of his cell door. She briskly shoved the key into the hole and turned it. She pushed the door open with her foot.

"Derrick Redman..." the mystery phantom stepped forward. "...its time to go"-

(Later completely across town)

Olga had brought him to a certain tower in town. It didn't look like much business went on in it anymore. They both boarded the elevator in pursuit of floor 16. Derrick was still very much puzzled. The whole way here he'd tried to make since of it all. He re-capped several times. He'd has just been broken out of jail by his ex's sister. Of all people!

"so...where are you taking me?" Derrick finally decided to break the silence

"you'll see..." she responded flatly

"oh..." he rubbed the top of his muscular arm. He then ran his hand through his short dark brown hair and scratched the back of his head. He gazed at Olga. He couldn't help but think she had a nice body. He'd do her. Typical guy thoughts.

Being wrapped up in his thoughts he failed to realize the elevator had stopped and the doors had opened. He was quickly snapped from his daze by Olga giving him a 'would you hurry up!' look. Derrick stepped off cautiously. He still wasn't quite aware of what all was going on so he was keeping his guard up.

The two of them walked a short distance till they got a room. Room 128. Olga wiped out her key card and slid it though the scanner. The small green light flickered, she turned the handle and they stepped in. Derrick gaped about taking in all of the room. It was a dark room. A big one at that. Like maybe two office rooms had been combined into one? There was a large desk in the middle with a computer, and the most amazing thing of all. On the back wall. It was taking almost completely up by a giant tv. It was flat though. Built right into the wall.

"iv got him" Olga anounced waltzing over to the desk. Derrick didn't even noticed there was a person sitting at that desk. It was a man. Look to be in his late 40's.

"...thats good..." he glanced around Olga here..." his voice was deep. Very deep. Creepy deep.

Derrick obeyed

"what do you want?" Derrick said with annoyance in his voice. He man hushed him.

"first i would like to introduce my self. I am Sirus Volitair, and i have selected you to help me with a few....tasks shall we say."

"what...sort of tasks?" Derrick crossed his arms. He had a puzzled look to him.

"the name...Helga Pataki ring a bell?" Sirus leaned back in his black leather computer chair.

"...Bitch..." Derrick mumbled under his breath "what about...her?"

"kill her" he said casually

"what?!" Derrick nearly choked on his breath.

"you...don't want to do it?" Mr. Volitair asked

"no..i mean...whoa...its not everyday somebody asks you to kill somebody. Can i ask....why?"

"Helga has something that i want. Something that i need." he tapped his fingers together lighly

"has what?"

"persistent aren't we? If you must know Helga has a gift. Something happened to her at birth and her molecules and atoms were mutated. She as the ability to disappear at thought."

Derrick was shocked, and a bit skeptical. "you mean like....invisible...like..like wonder woman's jet invisible?!"

"uhh, yeah. Imagine the possibilities of being a phantom? Create a small invisible army. The world would be mine. Nobody could stop me."

"so you want her blood? Why not just prick her?" Not that he was trying to get out of killing Helga. Oh he intended to. He just wanted the straight facts of what was going on.

"for one, we don't know how it will work. It could wear off and we would need more. Two, why not just go ahead and get her ass out the way? Then were would be nobody that could combat me fairly. It'd be a win/win situation."

"that makes since. One more question though. Why did you pick me?" he thought already knew the answer but he was going to check anyway.

"i hear you have a grudge against her"

Derrick smirked and nodded "yeah, you could say that"

Sirus smiled along with him. He looked then at Olga who had been standing there the whole time silent.

"Olga, take Mr. Redman down to the basement for his car"

"all right"

Olga led Derrick out of the room into the hall way. She shut the door behind her and made her way back to the elevator. Sirus smiled and chuckled to him self. Propping his feet onto his desk he put his hands behind his head.

"he's going to make great bait..."

- mmkay. This is the sequel to 'Cruel Summer'. I hope on making it into a trilogy but im not sure im im actually gonna do it. I hope yall like it. If not tell me. Constructive criticism. Its not gonna bother me. Lol life goes on. Anyway chapter two will be around shortly. Later! -