Title - Moments Turned To Hours
Author - Mystic Rains
Rating – PG-13 for this chapter, for the fight, but really more for the language might be considered trashy, dirty, potty, foul, disgusting, rude, etc etc…
Summery - Arnold's in an orphanage, only a shell of what he really use to be. The kids there are even making bets on if he'll be the next suicide. But when there's the person from his past who ends up in the same situation as him, maybe he'll be able to hang on…
Disclaimer - Hey Arnold? If I owned it, it would have been sold for college money.
Author's Note - Hey guys. I know it's just a couple of reviews, but I don't mind too much. I love seeing them but I write I suppose because I want to write, and not because I just want to be told how great I am. laughs (is saying this in a quiet plea of reviews because she hates how others beg for them) I know my chapters are short, but they were always short. Long chapters are great, but I'd never get them done. As you tell what it's like when I simply do a small on. I try to keep it to past 1,250, with only the story included, so expect that. Word likes to make you think you have more than you have.
I want to be in another place
I hate when you say you don't understand
You'll see it's not meant to be
I want to be in the energy
Not with the enemy
A place for my head
You try to take the best of me
You try to take the best of me,
Go away…
Place For My Head – Linkin Park
"Come on Arnold? What're ya? Too depressed to fight me? You big pussy, your too whiny to get a good hit you bitch!"
The crowd circled in closer to the two fighters, edging Arnold more into the view of his opponent. Hunter could be easily mistaken as the evil fraternal twin of Wolfgang. As Wolfgang use to bully younger kids for lunch money and use some minor excuse to fight the younger kids, Hunter was exactly what his name stated. Cruel and vicious, he'd target something and go after it brutally until it was simply dead. His greasy locks clumped together and he used the constant sweat from his body to spike his hair up. His beefy arms bulged out of his childish tee-shirts, and his feet seem to usually cause half the loud thundering on the stairs.
"What did I do to you now Hunter?" Arnold sighed, knowing that there was nothing he could do to get out of this body made ring. He had long before given up on trying talking Hunter into being more lenient on his fellow beings and his peers would just push him back and make him fight. It was most likely because they enjoyed seeing blood on the floor, especially his it seemed.
"You're pathetic. And it's the law of the fittest here you little fuck! You're not worth the space you take!" Hunter growled and flexed his arms threateningly. The multitude ohh'ed at Hunter, as if he had gotten off some truly witty remark, some of the older guys gave out a whoop in agreement and more than just a hint of stupidity to their leader.
"If you wanted me to move away from Cindy at the table, you could have just asked," Arnold retorted calmly. Inside his nerves were shot, and his hands were sweaty. He wanted nothing more to escape, as the first time he was ganged up by Hunter he was in Health Hell for at least a week and the nurse had done nothing but belittle him for not fighting back. He didn't want a second time. As bad as the fight was, the nurse seem to make things a million times worse.
The crowd laughed and ohh'ed once again, as Cindy blushed. It was common around the ground as Cindy being the sweetest girl at the orphanage, she was well liked, and as she was the only one of Arnold's age seeing how much of a gentleman Arnold was, had taken a general liken to him instead of a brute of his oppressor.
Arnold took a glance to his side, stealing a glance at the prominent figure of blond pigtails made their way through the group. He remembered the guts Helga had whenever she was threatened by the older students at PS 118 (which was very rare considering the known reputation she had) and wished for the first time he could have been a bit less 'gentleman' and a little more 'manly.'
"…and you're gonna find your head so far up your ass you're gonna have a donut spine!" Hunter finished, grinding his fist into his open palm.
"Hunter, I don't understand why you're like this. Can't you just find a hobby, like knitting?" Arnold whimpered, taking another step back cautiously. The crowd took it as an insult and roared with laughter, the thought of this large kid in a rocking chair with two little sowing needle and making little boots enough to make them silently cry tears of mirth.
Hunter bared his fang like teeth, and ran towards Arnold like a furious bull, determined to pound him into little pieces and hear at least one of his bones breaking musically beneath his fist. The crowd started up on the fight chant, which got the adrenaline flowing even faster through the two challengers. Arnold tried to find a way to dodge his attack, but the first sound of skin upon skin contact and the first drops of blood spilled was that of Hunter's own, as he flew back, howling in pain.
"Who in FUCK did THAT! I'll fucking KILL HIM!" Hunter hissed, mopping up blood from his upper lip and flinging it to the ground.
"I won't stand for you beating up on someone who didn't do nothing to your lard butt!" Helga hissed, cracking her fingers and flexing back the Five Avengers back to their battle position. "You're an asshole and I won't stand for it!" The crowd drew back and held its breath, unsure what Hunter would do with a girl who threatened him, his position on top of the food chain, and his lip, and also seemed to have no problem doing it again.
"Look you little BITCH, I dunno where the fuck you came from but who you are but if you wanted to have your pretty little face smashed, you came to the right fucking man." Hunter hissed, mocking her position and holding out his muscled fist.
"Helga, stop it. You don't have to fight this for me," Arnold spoke gently, trying to grab her hand and pull her back his way.
"This isn't for you Arnoldo. I don't have to be in here for more than a night to know this asshole is here picking on others for nothing," Helga whispered, shaking in fury and turning her back on Hunter. "I'm not gonna just watch these sort of people get away with i-"
Suddenly a sharp cry spilled through Helga's lips as Hunter's fist caught her in the side rib, landing on her bruised mark like a perfect target and causing her to fall over a few feet to where she was standing, grasping her side and moaning in pain. The mob sounded mostly with hisses of jeer and moderate cheer at Hunter as he made his way to her fallen figure.
"Betcha you're not gonna think about hitting me now, aren't ya girlie?" He smirked, as he went to grab at her hair. Smirking, she pulled away from him and spat at him, leaving her distaste of him apparent and a quiet testament that as soon as she's up, she'd have no problem taking another swing at him. The swarm gathered back, as in new fear of what Hunter would try to do now that he was infuriated beyond belief.
He grunted and stood up, backing up a few feet away from Helga and wiped off the saliva with one of his sleeves. As quick as a flash he had his foot on Helga's side and was pushing down hard, leaning his weight into it and expected to hear her scream, as she only gave a whimper.
His eyes widening in surprise, Arnold watched in horror on how Hunter was dominating over Helga.
Just like Bob would.
Arnold shook his head as a vision passed through his mind. Helga, in the same position in the middle of her house, and Bob grinning down with that idiotic grin. The same selfish grin he always seemed to give Arnold, as if he wasn't worth the money and time people poured into his well being. Ignoring Helga's sputtering, angry at the fact that his daughter was strong enough not to cry out in pain, not to cry out in mercy...
"STOP IT! STOP IT YOU ASSHOLE!" Arnold screamed. The crowdmutually gasped at this sudden anger.Arnold, the quiet one. The one who tookcare of the younger kids, is angry. Cursing no less?Before he or Hunter knew it, they were on the floor. Arnold had leverage over Hunter and used it to his advantage. Arnold drew his fists back and forth as he angerily pounded at Hunter's face with hidden strength and furious madness. Hunter was able to to give Arnold a kick to his waist, which knocked the air out of him enough to roll him off. Touching his own face, Hunter growled and went to pounce on Arnold, cusses and flecks of blood spittle flying out of his mouth. Not to be caught, Arnold spun himself out of the way and caught Hunter by behind, jumping on his back and grabbing him in a headlock.
By the time one of the male cafeteria attendants overheard the commotion and pulled Arnold and Hunter away from each other, both of them were covered in bruises, cuts, and blood. Despite all of these it was able to tell who was worse for the ware, as Arnold at least had one eye partly open and his other eye fully, as Hunter's were both sealed shut, as his nose ran with blood and his mouth was covered with it. Dragging Hunter, the attendant brought him down the stairs, as Helga followed silently, helping herself and Arnold by leaning close together and supporting each other.