(A/N: I hope everyone likes this one, so enjoy!)

Back at the boarding house, Helga stirred on the bed and slowly awakened.

She stretched her limbs, and yawned, searching the room realizing where she was.

She smiled softly and called out, "Arnold!"

However, he didn't respond.

"Arrr-nooold" she called melodically said again, and giggled at the manner at which she used to call him.

And yet… still no answer from said person.

"Hmm, where is that Football-Head?" she inquired raising an eyebrow while biting down on her bottom lip, wondering where he could be at such an early hour.

Sitting up alongside the bed, Helga placed both her feet on the ground.

She looked at his decor, examining the modern furniture and new electronics that adorned his room before she looked down to the carpeting to find a paper lying there in the middle of the floor. Getting up from the bed, she walked over to it and picked it up.

"Police report?" she read, feeling mystified by the title. Walking back to the bed to carefully with it, she sat on it and began to read carefully.

A sudden flashback took a hold of her as events of that day came rushing back.

Her eyes blinked repetitively at the flurry of visions that passed through her mind. The images forced her to relive every single moment of that traumatic night.

When she explained what happened to her to Arnold, she felt as if that day was a distant memory, like it was...surreal. After nearly 2 years in an insane asylum, at times she started to somehow doubt yourself. But now seeing the evidence before her and the details of every moment as clear as day she began to realize how very real it was. A chill ran down her spine as she pictured the man, but she brushed it off as quickly as it came. And the visions soon stopped.

She shook her head and murmured, "No, I am going to be strong, I am Helga G. Pataki for goodness sake." She affirmed with determination in her tone.

Gaining her confidence back, Helga set out to search for Arnold in the house when she heard sounds of feet rushing up the stairs.

Excitedly, she began to anticipate Arnold's arrival by making herself more... presentable and comfortable on the bed. She combed her fingers through her hair, smiling exuberantly. She was beginning to feel young again.

Noticing the breath freshener on his desk, she snatched it quickly, spraying a few mist of it in her mouth. Helga sat upright on the bed, leaning against the wall, folding her legs under her while her eyes were set on the doorway. She chose a position that was somewhat provocative yet innocent which she new Arnold couldn't resist.

She plastered a smile on her face while she waited for her beloved to arrive that is...until a tall dark figure appeared atop the stairs. Her jovial facial features quickly morphed into shock.

He…stood by the doorway, his commanding presence intimidating.

Helga gasped as he passed the threshold and into the room. The man gradually walked in looking around taking notice of his surroundings.

At that moment she instantly recognized him. "He was the one that…But he looks so much like Gerald, just a few years older. How could I have been mistaken?" She thought with disbelief.

Leaning forward slightly, she squinted her eyes and whispered, "It was you?" The man smirked in amusement as he stepped forward towards her.

His bold move sent Helga in a state of panic, her body shook violently, and her eyes welled with tears. Despite her strong and tough exterior, Helga could not overcome her fear of the man who broke her fighting spirit. He had taken advantage of her and saw her vulnerability not because she was a woman, but because of her reputation as a strong person.

This man had strip her of her pride, making her weak and at his mercy. She no longer felt like a threat to anyone, yet he was. The bully now became the tormented. And he made sure she didn't forget it.

She whimpered in fear, "No, no, no. Not again. Stay back...stay where you are." She warningly said.

But the man slowly continued to approach her. Helga backed herself into a corner on Arnold's bed.

Questions began swirling around in her head. "How did he know I was here? What should I do? Where is Arnold? Did he…abandon me?"

Her thought process was interrupted as he came closer to her. She then began to throw random things at him, but he managed to dodge them.

Just arriving at the boarding house, Arnold entered his home unaware of what was happening upstairs. Although, slightly down in spirits from the earlier happenings at his now former best friend's home, he felt somewhat optimistic about being with Helga once again.

With a smile to his face, Arnold went into the kitchen to prepare breakfast for her when he heard a crash coming from upstairs then followed by the sound of rapid footsteps. Arnold suddenly dropped what he was doing and vaulted up the stairs. In his haste, he almost tripped on the last staircase as he made his way up to his room. When he walked into the room he found it a mess, and empty. There were broken glass on the floor, books were scattered all around, and furniture was knocked over. But, Helga was not present.

He became worried, and he frantically called out, "Helga!"

She didn't respond to his call. He looked up to see the skylight window wide open.

He heard her screaming, "Get away... I said step back" she screeched.

He sprinted up the ladder his heart pounding from panic. Reaching his window Arnold came out onto his rooftop.

Hearing cries and screaming, he tried to locate her.

"I said...Don't come any closer." she yelled "Leave me alone, you pig. You're never touching me again ya hear!"

Arnold angrily clenched his fists, seeing that there was an intruder in his house. He turned to see Helga on the other side of the rooftop standing on the ledge. His eyes widened in fear and he began to walk towards her slowly.

Uunable to see who she was talking to, Arnold kept his focus on her for the time being. It seemed the doorway to the rooftop was wide open and blocked his vision. His best chance was to call out to her and get her to come to him. He needed to steer her away from whomever it was hassling her.

"H-helga...Helga...it's me...Arnold" he spoke with caution.

She slightly turned to him replying quizzically, "Arnold?"

Arnold smiled shakily and shook his head in agreement. "Yes, it's me" he replied as he walked cautiously, reaching out for her.

Helga felt elated for a moment, "Oh Arnold, I thought...you left" she replied still balancing herself atop the ledge.

Afraid that she might fall with one false move, Arnold continued to speak while slowly coming to her. "No…no I would never leave you, Helga" he assured her. "You know I...would never, ever do that. No matter how much of an idiot I may be."

Helga smiled at him and he smiled back. She sighed for a moment, looking down and thought. "His smile can still make my insides bubble with warmth."

Arnold spoke once more trying to get her attention, "Helga...Helga, I need you...to come to me, okay?" he cautiously took another step forward. Helga looked to Arnold, then to the tall dark man not far from her, "I-I-I can't Arnold, he's trying get me." She tried to point at him, but nearly lost her balance. So, she tilted her head in the culprit's direction.

Arnold took a quick look over, but still the door blocked him. He moved closer to her with another step, "Who?"

She replied with disgust, "Gerald's look-a-like that's who!"

Arnold shockingly said aloud, "His cousin is here?"

Suddenly Arnold's fists clenched and his eyes turned to slits, "Gerald!" he inwardly said with bitterness "He must've called him"

Hearing what Arnold had said, Helga uttered looking back to the man a few feet from her, "Cousin?" She continued, "Well, whoever he is if he comes any closer I sw-ear, I'm going to jump. He can't ever touch me again" she said in a low whisper.

She paused for a moment then yelled out, "YOU HERE ME, YOU'LL NEVER TOUCH ME AGAIN."

Arnold's heart raced forcefully in his chest, he was starting to panic at Helga's threat. To make matters worse another dilemma was awaiting him… a certain Fuzzy Slippers was on his roof. He had to do something fast, but what?

Trying to think fast, he stated his options. Priority number 1- Get Helga off the ledge, 2- Possibly having to fight Gerald's cousin, and 3- get Helga out of the boarding house into someplace safe.

Still facing Fuzzy Slippers, Helga began to move off the ledge. She noticed Fuzzy Slippers coming towards her nonstop.

She screeched, "I told you to stay away, but you wouldn't listen." And just as she was about to jump off from the rooftop, Arnold ran a short distance to the ledge and grabbed her arm, pulling her back. She began to push Arnold away, but he held onto her, unwilling to let her break free.

She screamed, "Arnold, let me go...he's coming, I gotta get away, let me go!" she said looking towards the offender as he came within reach of them. Arnold turned and looked in her line of sight, and saw...nothing.

He looked to her and said, "Helga? No one's there!"

But she looked straight ahead and pointed. "Look" she lowly hissed, "He's there, can't you see him Arnold?"

Arnold looked again and saw nothing. He realized then that something was wrong...very wrong with her. He faced her and grabbed her by the shoulders firmly and stating plainly, "Helga we need to go now. Don't worry about him okay? He won't touch you so long as I'm here"

Helga tilted her head to the side and replied naively, "You sure about that?" she said, still fearful of the man standing only a few feet away from them, his face expressionless.

Arnold glanced to where she stated she saw Fuzzy once more checking for any signs of someone being there

…nothing. He answered sternly. "Yes, I'm sure."

She then quickly obliged fleeing the rooftop with him, entering his room. In a rush, Arnold quickly grabbed the documents, his car keys, and his cell phone all the while tugging Helga along as he then headed to his car.

He opened the car door for her, and let her in. He took account of her state of mind. He was baffled on what to do next. He was inexperienced and in over his head, which he now felt was obvious. All the while, Helga looked around into all the windows checking for the tall dark haired man she now knew as Gerald's cousin, but saw no one.

Her anxiety was still running high and she began rocking back and forth in her seat to cope with it. She recited her old poems, she did whatever it took to get that man's image out of her sight. Arnold entered the driver's side of his car, turned on the ignition, and drove into Hillwood's streets at a fast pace.

He took a quick glance at Helga, she was in a trance. He slammed his hand on the wheel in anger, feeling inadequate, but he remembered Dr. Benson's advice and called him.

"Hello?...Hello?...Henrik?...Thank goodness you're home..I know it's a weekend, but I need your help" he continued not wanting Helga to suspect something, "Well, actually it's about Hel..I...mean Eleanor" He listened to the Doctor speak. He replied back, "Uh huh...uh huh..right here...I think she's in the beginning stages of... psychosis."

Arnold coughed trying to hide what he was telling Dr. Benson and continued lowly, "Well, she's hallucinating. She's seeing someone that's not there."

Out of the blue, Helga began to wail and move about recklessly in the passenger seat.

"Arnold, Arnold please get him off of me, get him off of meee!" In his attempt to appease the situation with Helga, Arnold temporarily lost control of the car going off the road and accidentally dropped the phone. For a moment he thought that they were through, but he had managed to get back on the road.

Arnold looked to see how Helga was doing., he put one hand on her shoulder and noticed she was not moving.

She passed out. He sighed feeling strained as he tried keeping the steering wheel steady. He shook her, and called out. "Helga...HELGA!"

Arnold feared the worst for a moment until she came to. He called her once more to see if she was alright, "Helga, are you okay?" His hand still carefully placed on her shoulder. She looked to him spitefully and brushed his hand off of her shoulder with disgust.

Offended she replied angrily, "It's Eleanor dumb dumb, get it straight"

Arnold looked perplexed, "Eleanor? Wh-What happened to Helga?"

He intentionally said aloud, but Eleanor huffed and replied, "Humph, I guess the wacko had to..um..you know...step aside for a moment, so right now I'm taking charge. I need to find an escape from the man that's chasing us. Besides, that's what I do best…escape."

Arnold looked at her once more while trying to keep control of the car as well, his right eyebrow rose up high. "Us?" he said.

He thought inwardly. "Oh! This is NOT GOOD"

She ignored him and kept ranting, "I swear when Helga and Cecile are around you, they all go soft. It's always up to me to get us out of jams. Had I known about this, I would've handle the situation much sooner. Man! I always come up with the plan to save their sorry butts, don't I?" she uttered enlightened by a realization.

Arnold began to panic, he thought, "If I don't get her to Hillview Mental Institution who knows what might happen!"

Reaching the outskirts of Hillwood minutes away from the asylum, Arnold began to feel some relief. Soon Helga will be safe from harm, she was not going to endanger herself anymore. Seeing that Arnold was slowing down at a stop sign, Eleanor took it as her cue to hop out of the car and run into the woods.

The moment she escaped, Arnold quickly pulled over and popped open his glove compartment to retrieve a small case. Taking his cell phone with him Arnold quickly ran in the direction she took off. He called Henrik once more.

"Hello?"

"Henrik! It's Arnold"

"What happened? Are you at the facility already?" the doctor replied shockingly

"No, actually she escaped, AGAIN" he emphasized slightly aggravated.

"Escaped?" the doctor questioned shockingly.

Arnold stopped to reply, "Yeah... " He caught his breath "escaped."

Arnold started running again. "It seems that one of her personalities... was um..having hallucinations... of this.. guy that raped her. She thought... he was chasing her, so now her alternate... personality took over.. .a-and ran away. I'm in the woods 10 minutes... from the facility... searching for her." He spoke while panting from the run.

Henrik informed him, "I'll alert security to form a search party to come and help you. In the meantime, you keep looking for Eleanor. Oh! By the way, do you have any tranquilizers with you? You might need it?" his colleague asked.

Arnold replied honestly, "As a matter of fact, I do, but I'm hoping on not having to use them"

The doctor replied, "Look Arnold, it seems that this personality is trying to take complete control, if she manages to succeed who knows what may happen to the other two. It looks like her alter is transitioning permanently into the driver's seat."

Henrik further elaborated. "You should know there's also a risk that once it happens her reality may change and she may never fully recover from her delusional state. Arnold… the only way to treat this is to find a common trigger to merge all three personalities together before it's too late."

Catching his breath as he leaned against a tree Arnold closed his eyes at the news but replied. "I will and... Thanks Hen-Henrik." He hung and looked ahead. He saw her jumping over a large tree stump. So he followed and ran until he saw her enter a sewer tunnel. He moved into the tunnel stealthily, trying to remain inconspicuous.

They separately walked down the tunnel for a few minutes when he heard a scream, "Eeeeek"

Rushing to her aid, he arrived only to see her pushing herself higher on the side of the tunnel wall staring at two measly little creatures, staring right back at her. Their little beady eyes pierced their gaze upon her, their teeth aching for a bite of flesh to satisfy their hunger.

She climbed up further up the wall as best she and hissed, "Rats...I ha-hate rats!"

Arnold smirked as he stated, "Well… not so tough now, are ya?"

Angrily, she snapped, "J-Just get rid of it you boob"

Still smiling, Arnold wiggled his finger from side to side, "Ah..ah..ah…not so fast. If I do this, do you promise not to run away?" The woman turned her surprised gaze at him and frustratingly spat out, "Oh, for criminy's sake, Are you serious?"

He insisted, "Well, do you?" She conceded, "Fine, fine, I promise...Happy now?"

He replied with a smirk, "Extremely!"

Arnold took to his task to scare away the rats, and then looked to her. He smiled, "All gone... you can...you can come down now"

Eleanor breathed a sigh of relief, but still felt uneasy by the fact that they might return.

"Those nasty little creatures." Eleanor shivered at the thought of them.

As they walked back towards the entrance of the tunnel with Arnold right behind her, he spoke. "Look Eleanor, do you want to tell me why you got out of the car like that?"

She sighed, "Well I know you want to bring me back there… to Hillview Mental Institution, but...I just can't let that happen."

He asked concernedly, "Why? Don't you realize that you need help?"

She stopped and turned to stare at him fiercely, "Looky here Hairboy, I can take care of myself and to answer your question, NO. I don't need your help or anybody else's for that matter. "

He retorted, "But can't you see you're not necessarily yourself...it's a very complicated matter to explain." He paused. " You have some...issues you need to work out and you can't do it by yourself."

She looked to him thoughtfully for a moment.

"Hmmm" she hummed aloud as an idea came to mind.

Eleanor approached him with finesse and her eyes became half-lidded. Her face softened to a lustful look, and with the slow lick of her tongue her pouty lips was moistened and plump.

Arnold blinked in shock as she slid her hand about his shoulders while she circled around him. She faced him, and forcibly pushed him against the tunnel wall, pressing herself on him.

Softly, she caressed his face with her nimble fingers while looking into his eyes.

Subsequently, her hands began to roam free over his rippled chest and abs. "Hmmm, nice!"

Arnold initially shocked, stiffened the more she explored. But as she began stroking his hair with her soft delicate hands, he reluctantly let himself go. He closed his eyes,and relaxed enjoying her advances. His hands wanted to partake too. So, they traveled to her hips, encircling her waist and he skimmed the small of her back with his strong calloused fingers. He heard her gasped and smiled. However, his breath grew shallow when she licked his ear. His heartbeat became rapid, and his loins aroused.

"This feels…soooo good, but I don't think we should do th-" his thoughts were interrupted when she grazed his ear lightly with her teeth. She went to her toes and whispered in his ear, "You want to save me...don't you Arnold. You want her back isn't that right?"

Arnold unable to focus merely nodded. He didn't understand where she was going with this. She could have said anything and he would have agreed. So tempting was she, he couldn't resist. His mind was on autopilot as she ran kisses from his ear, to his jaw line, to his chin, and finally softly enclosing his lower lip with hers. She then moved on to his upper lip.

Arnold reveled at the sensation of her lips on his. Against his better judgment, he was finally giving in to his urges.

Meanwhile, Eleanor slightly opened an eye to see if he was responding and oh yes! He was.

She thought, "I got him right where I want him." She pressed her lips further onto his demanding access, tilting her head to the side. Losing himself, completely Arnold responded to her request and feverishly began kissing her as his hands caressed her back in synchronicity. His tongue brushed against hers inducing a moan from her, he relished in their suckling kiss; his rational thinking apparently out the window. Breaking free from the kiss for a moment, he whispered to her, "I've waited.. so so long for th-"

She interrupted him by planting butterfly kisses on his neck. A sensation Arnold responded to with satisfaction, "Ohhhh"

Eleanor in the meantime, traveled her hands down his back and into his back pocket. She felt a case tucked into it. Carefully she picked his pocket and opened the case. With Arnold still seductively ravishing her, Eleanor raised the case in hand high above his shoulder to see two syringes filled with some clear fluid. She quickly peeked at the label and saw it marked: tranquilizer. She grinned.

Noticing that he was still captivated in the moment she single handedly lifted a syringe out of its case, and thrust it right into his left butt cheek.

A sharp pain suddenly registered in Arnold's mind, which took him out of his enthrallment. Eleanor quickly injected the tranquilizer fluid into his bloodstream and with some regret, she whispered, "I'm really sorry, Dr. Shortman. No hard feelings?"

A shocked expression came to Arnold's face as he looked to her.

"Wha-" was all he managed to say before he collapsed on the tunnel floor and fell into unconsciousness.

Eleanor watched on, her face expressionless.

(A/N: My deepest apologies for the belated update. I didn't mean for this chapter to take so long to be posted. Life has been uber busy for me this month, but I'll try my best to make sure the next chapter won't take too long. I want to thank all those who reviewed; your input and comments meant so much to me. I really do value all the encouragement and support. Thank you sooo much! I hope you enjoyed the read and stay tuned for the next installment. As usual please review and let me know what you think so far, your comments will be appreciated as always.) Deuces! K.C.W.L.