The Flow of blood
Okay lets make one thing clear Helga had the same dream Arnold had two days after he had it.
Disclaimer:
life is cruel and so
It hurts me to have to say
Hey Arnold, not mine.
This is starting out as Helga's POV, but it will change From to Arnold's, Then Third person I think I like that Set up.
Chapter 4: A day of hidden wounds
HELGA'S POV
As me and Phoebe entered Hillwood airport I noticed two people that looked very familiar. One an older man with dark blonde hair blue eyes and a cleft chin, he was kinda tall and well built for a man his age maybe forty seven or so. Next to him a shorter women that had to be his wife, she had shot brown hair I couldn't see her face but I bet she's pretty. My thoughts about the oddly familiar couple was pulled away, as Phoebe called my name effectively gaining my attention."You never told me who we're looking after, Helga."
I love the fact that I can read people like a book yet they can only see a blank wall when they look at me. My face showed no sign of the fear I felt and my heart showed no sign as well. "Arnold." I said calmly. I could feel the moment of her hesitation, but just as fast as it came it was gone. We walked a little more in eyes fell half lidded as, a very seductive smirk slid onto my lips. I just now notice, people were taking a double take on me and my friend.
I knew me and Phoebe grew to become very sexy then we were, now that I want to pay attention to that. The jobs we pulled were not all about money. More often then nnot it was about information. I knew how to get it was less reluctant then Phoebe, but hey I stop caring about this dirty body after IT happened. Now I am flesh, meat, and men lust after it, this body, and women too if they don't envy it. I was about to tell Phoebe when. "ARNOLD!" I calmly came to a halt and Phoebe soon followed.
As I slowly turned around and came face to face with my past. Arnold... I though as he stood just inches from my face. He changed so much since the last time I saw him. He grew into his football shaped head more he grew taller two I thought men stopped growing after they hit sixteen. Guess I never notice our last meeting short. He had on his famous plaid shirt he, just like that other man was well built too. Arnold was twenty eight now just like me. I could only pray that he didn't know who I was.
I ssaw Arnold's eyes flew open and for a moment I thought he knew who I was. Out the corner of my eye I could see Phoebe had the same look in her eyes as I did. I had to think, I was going to turn and walk away until I saw the blush fly onto his cheeks. when I did against the will of my mind my lips slid back into the seductive smirk that was dancing on it before I turned around. So he doesn't know who I am...He just fell for my looks. My smirk flew into a full blown half lidded seductive smile. he could see it too, because blush exploded onto his face. I knew what I was doing was dangerous... but it was fun too. I can't help it He always did this to me. Arnold was going to say something to me, but before he could the couple that I was looking at before rushed into him giving the warmest group hug I have ever seen.
Then it hit me, and I almost laughed at my own ignorance. Miles and Stella... my it has been far to long. I mused as my lips fell back into the same smirk as before I watch as Arnold face fell into a look of...disappointment? So he did want to talk to me?! I had to fight off the laugh that boiled into my stomach. I looked over my shoulder at Phoebe then jerked my head to the side telling Phoebe it was time to go. I knew she had some words for me when we get to the room, funny I think it would be rather enjoyable to get yelled at. Or maybe she would be to emotionally tired. As we walked away a dark shadow fell over my face but to others it would only add to my looks. I chuckled coldly. Life is a bitch, but it has the funnest moments.
ARNOLD'S POV
She walked away with her friend both of them walking calmly, gracefully, like they knew how they wanted to walk. The look of that smirk she had on her face was glued to the walls of my mind like she knew something I didn't...Did she look familiar? I asked myself she did but who. She was so sexy... yet there was an evil sparkle in her eyes. It scared me at the same time...it aroused me too. just like...Helga. My thoughts on that women and her friend were taken way from me by my mother. "Arnold who was that women you were looking at?" My mother asked me.
I turned to her and sighed. "I don't know, I was going to ask her to tell me her name but-" Arnold was cut off by his dad. "We cocked blocked you?" I knew blush rushed to my cheeks after my fathers bold choice of words. "MILE!" My mother yelled at him smacking him in the arm. "What? You and I both know that's what we did." He argued. After some time back from bringing them home from San Lorenzo my dad has enjoy saying blunt things. I chuckled as I watch them fight. MMy mother sighed then made a quick observation of me. "Where's Ashley did she not want to come."
I gave my mother a sad smile. "We broke up, she was cheating on me with Sid." My mother gave my a sad, yet confused look. "Your not mad." I sighed once more and shock my head. "No I am not we didn't love each other." I told her simply. Plus my heart belongs to someone else. I added in my head my dad came over to rub my back as he gave me a sympathetic smile. "It's okay son you'll find another girl." My heart had something to say about that too. Yet the one you want has been missing for so long taking your heart with her. It whispered. That was true but I wasn't going to tell me dad that. So instead I said." I think my standers are to high." He laughed at me softly. "Well I never liked her any ways." My mom piped in.
"Come on lets go to the boarding house." I said ready to go, after my grandparents died at the age of 98 I ran the Boarding House even If I sleep in other places most of the time. Timberly helps me run it now helps keep her mind off of Gerald. I turn to my parents smiling and they nodded in agreement. As we walked on my thoughts drifted back to the women with short brown hair. I think it was longer hen mom's hair. I laughed at myself what, a silly thing to think about. I may never even see her again... so why would I think about her? I smiled softly as we made our way to the Packard. Grandpa left it to me and I made sure the old girl could keep running.
Maybe if I am lucky we could meet again...Arnold said hopefully.
HELGA'S POV
As Phoebe and I made our way back to our motel I knew she would have questions to ask, things to say. Many of which I do not feel like dealing with. "Helga, what are we going to do?" Phoebe asked me, I knew there was a double meaning to what she had to say. I looked at the clock on the wall. "We are going to do what we cam here for, then leave." I said simply. Phoebe did not like that answer she did not try to hide it either. "Helga I mean about...Ice cream." She said shyly, she sound like the old Phoebe. I don't need the old Phoebe here. I gave a loud booming, dark, deep, bitter laugh. If I looked out side I would see black crows flying away and a baby crying out in fear.
So annoying...
"Ice cream? Ice cream?! He is Arnold, Phoebe. Mr. Shortman, Phoebe he is our job to look after nothing more nothing less. We will stay in the shadows and act when we need to. He WILL not see us understood?" I asked her. She looked at me angry, but I did not care, she would still be loyal to me. Phoebe gave me a sigh that I haven't heard in a long time. "Okay Helga." I smiled we were away from other so it was a real one. "Thank you PHEEBS. Oh and this conversation... never happened." I said turning around. I could feel her smile, I have not said that in a very long time. What she said was just above a whisper, but I could hear it.
"Forgetting..." Phoebe said a tear rolling down her cheek.
Out side Helga's and Phoebe motel room across the street a black van on the curb watch them. As he pulled out his walkie talkie. "I see her now what?" HE said into it. On the other side a man with a much deeper voice responded. "Are you sure it is her if you are watch her we will tell you when she is needed." The man holding the walkie talkie smiled a bone chilling smile. "Yes it is her..." His eyes glowed a bloody red as he said her name.
" Helga I missed you."
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