Hi dear readers ! I am oh so sorry for the long wait of that last chapter. Seriously. But I just didn't feel like writting, and stuff...

But here we go, this is the last chapter of falling for a bad girl. Hope you enjoy it ! See you at the end !

When I was younger, I used to play in the snow. I would pass the whole day making snowmen, snow angels, and throwing snow balls at my friends. Sometimes, those friends used to knock at my door, asking if I wanted to play in the snow, or just hang out until we couldn't feel our fingers anymore. And then my grandma would make hot chicken soup for me and tuck me into bed.

God, I used to love winter just ever so much.

And now, ankles deep in the snow, only wearing a shirt, I decided I hated it. Never have I been so cold in my whole Goddamn, pathetic life.

I looked down at my hands. They were turning blue and I could barely move them, let alone feel them. Around me, blue and red lights were brightening the Christmas adorned city of Hillwood. Christmas songs could be heard in the background like a faint whisper. People were supposed to have fun—drinking and eating like pigs. Not...

Not here trying to get away from those murderers.

I threw a look at Helga and my worry grew. She was in a simple, pink T-shirt and jeans, in the snow, just like me, even though her has plainty of holes in it. Her hairs were messy and were sticking out from everywhere, she had black eyes, bruises, scratches and cigarette burns everywhere. She was holding her ribs as if there was only her hands who was holding her bones togheter. She spat crimson blood on the white pure snow.

''Crimeny, what a shitty day. At least the rain stopped. Why is it so fucking damn cold?'' she yelled, a deep frown covering her face.

I put a hand on her shoulder and discovered she was shaking, just like me.

''Don't worry, Sweetheart. We just need to get home, so we can change into warmer clothes and leave. I'll use my credit card. Everything will turn out alright.''

She managed to make a weak smile. She was so very tired, and hurt, and my heart sank deep into my stomach. I gently caressed her bloody cheek and learned in for a quick peck on her lips.

''We have to move. Now.''

''Damn it, let me take a breather...'' groaned Helga with a look of pain twisted in her face.

I shook my head.

''I think you know better than me that waiting further will lead us to our death. We have to do something. Damn it, I don't have my phone. I can't even call the police...'' I muttered in pure rage.

''Fuck the police... Damn, I hate it when you know what you're doing, Football Head.''

I did somewhat of a smile and helped her up. Her skin was turning blue, she was so cold. If we didn't get home fast enough, their bullet wouldn't kill us, the crazy weather would. I helped her walk some more, but she was slowing. Not that I could blame her. In her condition, I wouldn't even be able to walk at all.

Suddenly, we heard a detonation, and I felt something scratch my cheek. I ran a finger over it and looked at it with horror. Crimson blood was running freely on my pale finger. I looked behind me. Helga did the same. Shinning in the darkness of the night, the magnum was still fuming from the shot. The sick-looking smirk Dan had on his face made me want to throw up. In the distance, his dark green eyes were only two holes of pure malice.

He was Death—The Reaper. And he was going to reap our lives right now.

''Run!'' I said to Helga, taking her arms and running with her.

And then we heard his laugh—cruel and hateful.

''Run, run, little rabbits! We are in downtown. We are in my area! No one's gonna save your asses here... My men are everywhere! You're not gonna get out of here alive!''

I ran as fast as I could, my grip on Helga tightening by the minute. I looked behind me. Dan wasn't following us, but I could feel Helga was having difficulty following my steps. But I didn't want to stop. Not now. Not after...

My thoughts were cut off when we ran into the bulky chest of a black-skinned man holding a gun (don't ask me which one, I know nothing about those shits) and pointing it at us. I swear, my blood stopped running in my veins in that very moment. He looked down at us with a cheshire grin. I was about to yell to Helga to run, but, next thing I knew, she was pointing her own gun at him with a daring look on her face.

''Wanna play Who Shot Faster, dick face?'' she asked, her gun pointed at his head while his was against her throat.

He started to laugh and I knew I had to do something. I was about to grab something to knock him out, but we heard a noise in the background. He suddenly got distracted and it took only one second for Helga to pull the trigger. I watched with horror as the blood started to run from the now large hole in his forehead. I fell on my knees, breathing heavily. Helga stared down at the corpse with disgust and kicked his stomach with one, weak kick. Despite the cold, she was sweating badly and she coughed up a little bit of blood as she was bent over, holding her stomach.

''Helga!'' I cried, but was unable to move whatsoever.

''I'm fine. You need to get up. We have to go.''

''I-I can't. I'm, uh...''

''Damn it! Why do I always have to do the dirty work? I'm going to finish it! You stay here, you weakling...''

She frowned at the scenery behind her and kissed her gun.

''I'll handle it myself.''

''HELGA!'' I screamed when I saw my love run from me in the direction we'd just come from, not believing what I had just witnessed.

And I watched, paralyzed, the drops of blood she left behind her. I watched as she disappeared into the night, my eyes focused on the endless pool of snow in front of me. I was freezing and my heart was beating so fast. Yet, I couldn't move.

''Helga... Hel-g... H... Come back... '' I begged, my head dropping low.

I was tired. I'd had enough of all this bullshit; all the deaths, the blood, the troubles... I just have had enough of it. I wished everything could end now. I want to go back to my old life. I wish Helga was a normal girl... No, that's not true. I just wished she wasn't in this shit. I closed my eyes, tears running freely down my cheek. Mom, Dad... What do I do? What should I do? I looked down at my hands. They were shaking so hard. In front of me, the lifeless body of the man was stained with blood, coloring the snow with a scarlet color. Please, tell me this is a nightmare...

I could hear the gunshots in the air, each one making me jump in surprise. She is killing them...

But the thought of it being the other way around made my blood run cold.

''Helga...'' I muttered softly, my eyes trying to find her in the immensity of the deserted street.

She was nowhere to be seen and the gunshots had stopped for awhile now.

''Helga... Helga...''

Here we go
Welcome to my funeral

Without you, I don't even have a pulse

All alone, it's dark and cold

With every move, I die

I stood up. My legs were shaking, but I had to get myself together. The gunshots had definitely stopped and I couldn't help but imagine the worst. How can no one hear that? I thought to myself, looking at the windows of the old, scrawny buildings around me.

One step after another, my legs moved on their own with a slow pace, ending up in a full run. Around me, lifeless corpse has been left behind, and I felt somewhat impressed at the thought that Helga did all that by herself. My heart were beating so fast, I almost feared it would cut through my chest. My throat felt dry and painful. My eyes were tired and my fingers were blue. I was so cold. But Helga was out there, maybe dead by now. That thought only made me run faster.

Here I go
This is my confession, oh

A lost cause
Nobody can save my soul

I am so delusional

With every move, I die

I finally stopped in front of what seemed like an abandoned alleyway. There was white-ish snow, trash, and...

Blood.

I looked up to see Dan, eyes shinning, a playful smirk on his face, looking straight at the person in front of him, magnum ready for use.

Helga was in the same pose, finger on the trigger, a daring look in her blue and white eye. Her other hand was pressed tightly against her waist where blood was flooding freely from a bullet wound. I widened my eyes and lifted a hand in despair.

''Helga...''

She didn't look at me, her gaze not leaving Dan.

''Arnold, go away. Let me handle this.''

I have destroyed our love
It's gone

Payback is sick
It's all my fault

''B-b-but you're hurt... He... I...''

I was at loss for words. Everything was so overwhelming. I just wanted to drop on my knees and cry. I heard her cringe.

''Seriously, Arnold, I didn't know you were such a baby.''

I looked up when I heard laughter and I saw Dan smiling joyfully, chuckling a little.

''C'mon now, Helga, give the poor guy some slack. Not everybody can be like us. What if we make a deal?'' he suggested

''I don't trust you,'' my love said with an aggressive tone in her voice.

I'm fading
I'm broken inside

I've wasted the love of my life

I'm losing it (losing it, losing it)

With every move, I die

''Helga, let's hear him out...'' I managed to say in a somewhat hopeful voice.

''Now that guy's got some sense. So, what about this: you deliver yourself to me and I kill you quickly? If you do that, I won't kill your sweet, little boyfriend. How does that sound?''

I thought I was going to go mad and the silence of Helga just confirmed my fear. I was about to speak up and say how stupid it was, but she beat me to that.

''Bullshit. You've never been good at telling a lie, Dan. I know you. You're just a disgusting, little rat.''

She spat on the snow, still aiming at him. He smiled and threw away his gun.

''Now, now, Pataki. Let's calm down, OK? Here, I threw my gun. Am I being condescending?''

He was smiling, but I could still detect the malice in his look. Helga didn't buy it either.

''How about suck my ass?'' she growled.

When did I become such a hypocrite?

Double life
Lies that you caught me in

Trust me, I'm paying for it

With every move, I die

''Helga, Helga, Helga...'' he said, keeping his hands up. You really are a hypocrite, huh?''

She frowned at that. His smile grew larger.

''You do everything to make people think you're though. But I know it's not true.''

''Dan... Don't...'' she said in a low, menacing voice.

''I remember when you came to me, crying and hurting yourself, scared out of your life. You asked me—no—begged me to take you; to help you. And I gave you everything to be the monster you are right now.''

''Dan...''

''How about we show that boyfriend of yours how much of a hypocrite you are?'' His eyes glowed in the dark, but so did Helga's.

''Helga, please, Sweetheart...'' I tried to say while walking toward them.

She turned her head towards me.

Wrong move.

I noticed one second too late that, while she wasn't looking, one of his hands had grabbed a gun that was well hidden in his pants and aimed it at her. At this point, time had slowed. At the sound of the trigger, I saw Helga's eyes slowly realizing the worst, turning just ever so slowly towards the deadly noise. Reflex kicking in, she aimed her own gun at him. Death was now only one second away.

BANG!

They shot and I yelled in fear, my big, green eyes looking at the scene in terror. Dark smoke flew from their guns, and the two of them had that murdering look on their faces. And, suddenly, Dan fell on his knees as a little path of blood made its way down his face. My heart accelerated. She'd shot him right in the forehead. Despite me, a little, nervous smile appeared on my face. I even got to let out a few chuckles.

''We made it, Helga! He's... We really made it!''

I got no answer from the woman who was still standing in the same position.

''Helga?'' I asked with a little voice, my eyes scanning her.

Her left arm finally fell to her side as she dropped the gun on the ground. I frowned.

''Helga?''

My heart sank deep into my stomach and a chill worked its way up my spine when she fell to her knees and onto the ground.

''HELGA!'' I screamed.

I ran to her side and turned her over. My eyes teared up immediately at the sight of the bullet deeply stuck into her chest, near the heart.

''No, no, no, no, no, Helga. You... Oh, no...'' I muttered, tears flooding from my eyes, streaking down onto my cheeks.

On the floor, I'm just a zombie

Who I am is not who I wanna be

I'm such a tragedy

With every move, I die

My fingers shook against her cold skin, my heart aching just as bad. I kept on shaking my head in disbelief. She gazed up at me with those tired eyes of hers. There was so much blood on her. I threw a look at the lifeless body of Dan, then back at her.

''Helga...''

'A-Arnold... I.. am so... sor— Ghmp...''

''Don't talk, darling. Everything will be oK. HELP! SOMEBODY !'' I yelled at the top of my lungs. ''PLEASE, CALL AN AMBULANCE!''

My shouts were cut short when I saw her eyes slowly closing. I shook her a little.

''No, no, no, Helga, please. Just... don't sleep. Try to stay awake. Stay with me...'' I stammered, kissing her sweaty and bloody forehead. ''Don't go...''

I felt something touch my face and I opened my eyes to see her smiling, a line of blood going from her mouth to her chin. She caressed my cheek softly.

I'm dancing with tears in my eyes

Just fighting to get through the night

I'm losing it (losing it, losing it)

With every move, I die

''Love you,'' she simply said, with that oh-so-fabulous smirk of hers.

I let out a little chuckle despite eveyrthing and removed the hair from her face and leaned to kiss her softly on the lips. She weakly responded, and looked at me straight in the eyes.

''I'll save you... '' I muttered to her.

''I know you will... You always do, Mr. Brightside.''

I smiled a little, and replaced her hand that was trying to stop the blood from both her bullet wounds.

I'm fading
I'm broken inside

I've wasted the love of my life

I'm losing (it losing, it losing it)

With every move, I die

I suddenly heard the familiar noise of a police car coming our way. A gust of hope made its way into my heart and I looked at her with a big smile.

''They're coming, Helga. They will save you.''

She smiled slightly at me, but then she closed her eyes slowly.

This is it and now you're really gone this time

Never once thought I'd be in pieces left behind

To be honest, I don't remember much of anything after I fell unconscious, too. I remember blue and red, and then a man in a blue suit asking me what had happened. I remember vaguely responding with nonsense, then it was all black.

When I woke up, I was in a hospital bed. Gerald, Lila, and some of my other friends were around me, looking at me as if I had made my way back from Hell itself.

''Arnold?'' said one of them.

My ears were buzzing, and before I could muster anything, I fell back to sleep.

I was alone the second time I woke up, and I was feeling way better. Immediately, I started to panic and called for a nurse, a doctor, anyone! Quickly, one of the nurses opened the door in slight panic, but sighed in relief seeing that I was alright.

''Now, young man, this is not a way to scare the shit out of a poor woman...'' she said bluntly, a hand on her heart.

I shook my head.

''Where's Helga?''

''Who?''

''Helga! Helga Pataki!''

''Ohhh, the girl. That girl... Oh, well, how should I say this?''

She placed a gray strand of hair behind her ear and looked poorly at me.

''She's... Um... Well, she lost a lot of blood due to her wounds and... Well, she's in a coma right now.''

I felt as if my heart was tearing into pieces and being pummeled extremely hard.

''You're lying...'' I said with little hope that what I said was true.

''I wish I was, Shortman. Her brain is damaged by the loss of blood. There's nothing we can do about it... That girl... She was a lot of trouble, right ? When the police knew we had her, they came by bunches, and they can't wait to speak to you.''

''Right. I don't care. When will she wake up?''

''We don't know. It can take one day, one week, one month... or she can never wake up.''

I felt sick to my stomach and I laid back against my pillow, trying to restrain my tears with difficulty. I didn't know what to do or how to feel anymore... I just wanted Helga by my side.

''I'll let you rest some more and call the police for the interrogation. And...'' She licked her lips nervously and then coughed. ''We called her parents.''

Oh, shit.

Here we go.

OK, so uh before you put a branch on fire and say ''Kill the witch!'' let me tell you: this fic is having a sequel. At first I was planning on killing Helga but I changed my mind at some times during the fic. The sequel, though, will be more about love, family and friend, with the same humor and less blood, hopefully.

You decide: Arnold's or Helga's pov next time ?

Also, I would like to thank every person who read, followed, favorited and reviewed this fanfiction. Seriously, when I read your comments it makes my heart feel so warm :3333

I would like to finish this note (I'm never good at doing those kind of things), by saying that all drawing commissions made on this fic can be found on my profile page.

Thank you guys and... See you soon ! (Dont forget to review though :) )