-i don't own Hey Arnold or any of the celebrity characters in this chapter-
"okay guys, chances are this creep already knows yall are here with me." Helga spoke as they huddled together.
"has everybody got cell phones?" Helga reached into her pocket for hers. As well did everybody else.
"where was that that when i called phoebe?"
"...turned off..."
"put the ringer on vibrate and we can keep in touch with each other. Okay, Gerald and phoebe i want you two to come up the back of the building. There should be exits around there. Brainy, you're coming with me."
"lets do it!" Gerald twirled his cell phone then shoved it back into his pocket. Him and phoebe started walking off to the back of the building.
"floor 16 guys!" Helga yelled. Gerald gave her the thumbs up.
"come on brainy lets move" she headed off to the entrance of the building. Brainy trotted along beside her. Helga stopped before she opened the doors. It was dark inside and potentially dangerous. she reached for her waist and pulled a small hand held pistol out. She'd had it neatly tucked away in her shorts. It was small. A little two shot thing.
"you carry one of them around?" Brainy gapped
"in my car. Me and phoebe both do for self defense" she slowly pushed one of the doors. It creaked harshly. She, as quietly as possible slipped in. she stopped and let her eyes adjust to the darkness.
"you act like you've done this before..." Brainy whispered to her. She didn't respond. She slowly started seeing objects around the building. Her eyes came upon a large check in desk. Like the kind you would see in a hotel. She looked to the right in search of the elevator. Usually it was across from the check in desk. The upwards light flickered on, on the elevator.
"they know we're in here..." she gulped, as a sweat bead attempted to trickle down her forehead.
"how?..." Brainy's eyes darted around the dark room. He noted the musky smell of the place. The baron place really lacked a good supply of fresh air.
"i don't know..." she whispered over her shoulder as she walked to the elevator. She stood in front of the large metal doors and took a deep breath. As if by queue the doors swished open. The light was stunning and bright at first. After a second, however, it became very welcoming. She motioned for brainy to come and they boarded. The buttons operated themselves. Somebody was obviously controlling the lifting box.
"Brainy, if we die tonight...i want you to know i am sorry for dragging you into all of this..."
"uh huh.." he crossed his arms
"im sorry for punching you in the face almost every single day in our child hood..."
"uh huh..."
" and im sorry for calling you gay in 9th grade..."
"uh...wait...you called me gay?" he scowled
"well, it was your own fault for wearing those pink and yellow polo shirts with the tighter than normal pants..." Helga blurted out the first excuse that came to mind.
"but...hey! That was the style then!" Brainy defended himself.
"yeah, sure, whatever. Its over and done with. Your hott and dress normal now." she saw that they were on floor 10.
"you think im...hott?" Brainy blushed a little
" what? You've never been told that?"
"no..." a small smile began to form upon his lips
"and ya know...the not wheezing any more thing is a total plus for ya now" Helga winked
"was it my fault i had a bad case of asthma as a kid?"
"asthma? You sounded like Darth Vadar every time you came up behind me!" Helga joked back " some times i almost felt the need to summon 'the force!' "
The doors to the elevator finally departed from each other on the correct floor. Floor 16. Helga, as quietly as possible, stepped off. The long dark hallway that welcomed them was dull and stagnate. The two of them took notice of the small sliver of light escaping from under a closed door.
"the devil's right behind that door, and so is my boy..." Helga whispered. Brainy figured to no one in particular. She gripped the doors handle, and sucked in her breath. She slung the door open and pointed her gun straight ahead. But nobody was there....
"Dammit!" Helga dropped her arms. Brainy stared amusingly around the room. It was filled with tvs. All were out of channel and static.
"we freakin' just got played! He's not here!"
"oh but i am...fret not" a black chair swiveled around behind the un-noticed desk. A smiling Sirus tapped his fingers together merrily. Helga instantly raised her gun towards him.
"go ahead. Shoot. Nothing will happen. Click...click...."
Helga pulled the trigger. And nothing happened. Just as he had said. Her bullets were gone.
"im always one step ahead of you..."
"where is he.." she hissed through her teeth. The man stood.
"Sirus Volitair nice to meet you..." he extended his hand, and instantly drew it back. He stepped back from the desk. The desk and a foot of flooring around it mechanically flipped over, revealing new flooring. The giant TV straight back was pulled up into the ceiling. A secret hall hidden behind it. "....but, i hear you've had enough greetings tonite.."
Sirus glided down the darkened hall way with no problem. Not because he was used to it. But because he had a secret weapon. Brainy was the first to chase after him. Helga fled right behind him. The darkness was pitch black, and they felt there way through it by touch.
The tunnel was abruptly ended by a room. Helga and Brainy stopped at the end and caught their breath. The room was strange. It was very large. Several medieval torture devices lined the walls. And operating table was positioned in the middle of the room beside a around metal doughnut thing. It was as tall as Helga. A blue liquid gel like substance made its home inside the doughnut. The room itself was snow white. Hundreds of news paper clippings framed in wood work decked the walls. Dates ranging from old to new. Helga scanned every inch of the room. One news paper caught her eye though. It was the picture of her mangled jeep on the bridge.
"im a collector..." Sirus snickered leaning against the blue liquid doughnut
"...who are you..." she examined the news paper articles around her again.
"you wanna know who i am? Then you take a look at history..." Brainy and Helga cocked a eye brow.
At almost a whisper he said "...i killed Abraham Lincoln...."
"...what..." Helga's voice quivered as she backed up into Brainy
"...iv been around for centuries, and every few years i have to kill somebody for their energy..." Sirus laughed to himself
"...you..." Brainy said to no one in particular
"lets see here. Marilyn Monroe, not a overdose, Me. Ummm...John F. Kennedy, shot, by Me. Elvis, not a overdoes, Me...the list just goes on and on...."
"...you said years...Monroe and Kennedy were barely a year apart..." Helga searched for something to discredit him.
"...Marilyn was weak...so depressed. If your trying to slip me up, its not gonna work. Let me just show you i mean buisness..."
Sirus snapped his fingers and his physical appearance was that of elvis's. He snapped them again and he changed to John F. Kennedy. A vicious smirk knitted his face.
"i dunno about you but i think i look damn sexy!..."
Sirus snapped his fingers once more, but this time he didn't change. Briany and Helga were violently shoved forward. Brainy fell over his own feet and was instantly pounced on by Olga. Helga spun around quick enough to catch a punch to the face by Derrick.
Helga fell backwards and her world became fuzzy and disoriented. She couldn't move her entire body. She was numb all over. Derrick hovered over her, mouthing something but she couldn't hear. Facing the fact that was probably the end for her she shut her eyes. And waited. It was stupid yes. But she didn't care.
Nothing happened
She hesitantly peeked her eyes open. He was gone. A disturbance in her peripheral diverted her attention. It was fuzzy an un-clear. She soon realized she was being helped up off the ground. She was sitting up now. She could hear now. Her eye sight cleared up as all her blood ran our of her head..
"Helga....Helga! Are you okay?!?!" Helga's eyes darted to her right. She saw that it was phoebe that was helping her up.
Helga reached up and touched her cheek. She instantly with-drew the hand at the tenderness and pain of her face. She wiped the blood off her mouth and nose. Then wiped her hand on her shirt.
"Helga!!"
"yeah....yeah..i think so..." she rubbed her forehead with her hand. She looked around. Her eyes fell upon a white and chocolate body rolling around on the ground. Brawling.
"iv fucking kicked your ass before and ill kick it again!" Gerald yelled, pinning Derricks head to the ground with his forearm.
Helga continued looking around.
"where is he?!"
phoebe gave her a puzzled look. Surely she'd seen him with Gerald right there. "Gerald has him over there...."
"not him..."
"ahh...i see that dear Helga brought some friends. This is absolutely delicious."
Derrick had managed to dislodge him self from Gerald. He slammed Gerald into the wall tremendous force.
"i don't have time for you!" he screamed
"where is he!!?" Helga screamed to Sirus. She was now standing.
"what's the fun of just telling you?" Sirus winked and then jumped into the blue orb of the doughnut thing.
"why that-"
"Helga! Following him is exactly what he wants us to do!" Phoebe reasoned
"well then i guess that's what im gonna do because he has Arnold and will get him back!" the blonde bomb shell took off in the direction of the orb.
"well then im coming too!" the asian girl followed
The two girls inhaled a deep breath, and then plunged into the shiny liquid substance.
"oh no you don't " Derrick said. He left Gerald and ran to the orb. He jumped in.
Helga and Phoebe landed with a thump on the other side. It was pitch black with no light in sight. The flooring was sand with and occasional rock. It was humid and quite hot.
" where are we...?" phoebe said into the darkness. Something snaked through between bother of there legs. The two girls both jumped in fright.
"i dunno..." Helga responded "...but i don't think we are alone..."
A/N: sorry it took me so long to update. But better late the never. Anyway leave me some comment of how you like the story so far. Good or bad. I don't care you're not going to offend me. Peace out!