It was raining, He stood outside of the red bricked apartment, that he had been staking out for a week. He was looking for a way inside, but could not find it, so he just stood out there waiting for something to happen. And as luck would have it something did. The boy with the football shaped head ran out, an umbrella in one hand, and a letter in the other. The football shaped head's name was Arnold, a name that fueled the boy's hatered. Arnold was about to go back inside when he noticed the boy.
"Brainy is that you?" Arnold asked, squinting through the heavy rain fall.
The boy said nothing, just stood there breath heavy. This was his chance.
"It is you! What are you doing out here? Come inside!" Arnold urged, pulling on the boy's arm.
His grandparents are nice, that's what the boy thought as they quickly got him a towel, dry clothes, and hot chocolate. Too bad he still had to get rid of their grandchild, what Arnold had done was unforgiveable.
The boy sat in Arnold's room, the coco mug in his hand, none of it drunken.
"What were you doing out there Brainy? Did you have something to talk to me about?" The football head asked, taking a seat on his bed.
The boy nodded silently.
"Then you could have just rung the doorbell. So what do you want to talk to me about?" Arnold asked, ignorant to the real reason the boy was here.
The boy still didn't talk; he just stared at his mug.
"You can ask me anything. I don't mind." Arnold asked, trying to get him to open up.
"What do you think about Helga?" The boy asked.
Arnold looked shocked, not because of what he asked, but at the fact that the boy had spoken at all. All the years that Arnold knew the boy he had not once said anything.
"Helga? Well, she's kinda a jerk to me, but I don't hate her." Arnold said after mulling the thought over in his mind.
"Are you in love with her?" The boy asked, clutching the mug tighter.
"Wait! No!" Arnold answered horrified at the thought.
The boy lunged forward tackling the blond to the bed.
"Brainy what are you…." The blond asked, surprised.
The blond stopped mind sentence as he saw what was in the boy's hand. It was a needle, just a few inches from his neck.
"B-brainy w-what is that." Arnold asked, scared out of his wits.
"Don't worry about that. The only important thing you need to know is that one drop of this and you'll be out of my hair forever." The boy said with a deranged smile on his face.
Arnold tried to struggle and free from the boy's grasp, but could not. The needle was plunged deep into the blonde's neck.
Arnold convulsed, drool and blood flowing out of his mouth, his eyes wide and turning lifeless. The boy laughed as he watched the life drain slowly from the boy he hated so much's body. He could finally have Helga all to himself. He had won!
Brainy opened his eyes to see the ceiling of his room. He looked around, the sighed, it had all been a dream. Brainy was relieved, sure he wanted Helga but he didn't want to kill Arnold for her! Brainy looked at the clock, there was still sometime to sleep, so he turned over and went back to sleep.
The End