Hey Arnold! The Maximum Curly Saga Chapter 70: By Demons Be Driven, Part 1, a hey arnold fanfic

CHAPTER 70: BY DEMONS BE DRIVEN, PART 1

"War makes fascists of us all."

-Paul Verhoeven

DECEMBER 27TH

As the morning sun scorches the cursed Earth known as Hellwood, another long day of torment comes to an official beginning for its prisoners. Those who manage to wake from their short nights of sleep, some never waking at all and finding some release to this place, and never sleeping at all from insomnia seeping into their brains, the prisoners of Hellwood all stumble to their feet to start a new day in one way or another; some merely scavenging for means to survive, others predators seeking prey.

The city was once a melting pot, but it has now blown to pieces with its many ingredients within scattered and separated. Here, they may separate themselves as the Europeans, the Middle Easterns, the Hispanics, the Asians, and the Africans; each of different descent and heritage, but no one, not even themselves, can deny where they are:

This is hell on Earth, and they are here to stay.

Regardless, there is one man who seeks to bring change to the state of his city. Remembering a time when this land was once known as Hillwood, a city of peace and prosperity, he seeks to see that dream realized once again, and end the pain of the prisoners of Hellwood.

This man is Arnold Shortman, known better to the world as the Green Eye.

The living hell that is the city of Hellwood has broken down many lives to their core and beyond, but none so futher than Arnold Shortman.

Throughout his war against the Freak, he has lost his friends and closest allies one at a time, faced the death of his parents after speaking unforgivable things to them, and had his relationship with the woman he loved above all crumble and falter until it eventually fell completely apart.

The same people that were the facilitators of his sufferings he had not cursed nor wished harm upon, but offered them chance after chance for help; as is his nature. But the same people that he has tried to help, tried to make better people once again, are all dead as well.

One of those people was a childhood flame known as Lila Sawyer, a girl who moved into the city from the country. Despite both having mere crushes on one another in their younger years, the feelings were left unresolved and left to fester somewhere deep down inside themselves.

To see one another once again a mere month ago, those same feelings were rekindled once again, despite Arnold having an engagement with Helga. Through a series of unfortunate events, the two were led further into one another than Arnold had wanted to go, cheating on his fiancée with Lila.

The experience left him realizing what a monster that Lila had become, molesting a child and going on to become a confederate of the Freak. Battling against many others in the path to the Freak, Arnold had come to cross paths with her once again, forced into a situation where one or the other would die.

Never is he accepting of the eventuality of letting a life end, and moreso could he not allow it with someone he shared more than a personal connection with. He possesses an empathy beyond what any other human being is capable of, making deep connections with one another that feel like death should the life of the other person be lost.

Lila has died hours ago, and he has felt her death in both his mind and heart. Though he knows that for someone guilty of such egregious crimes such as hers, she is undeserving of any sympathy or tears, but he has given her more than her fair share. For it is his nature; to be kind to even the worst of humanity has to offer.

However, he has made a recent discovery that changes the relationship between himself and Lila: Their entire affection was built upon a lie.

Gaining the news from Helga moments ago, his reaction to the news was simple. Shaving off the beard that he had grown for so long, he left Lloyd Manor and went out into Hellwood once again as the Green Eye. Simplistic as his reaction was, his true feelings were far more complex than the surface appeared to show.

Torn on various fronts, he feels an anger taint the love he still has for Helga, a question of whether he should still feel any emotion at all for Lila whether the foundation was legitimate or not, a confusion on where he stands on whether he should stop feeling emotion on any individual whatsoever for any reason, and where the line is drawn from when he should stop caring.

The questions and confusion are too much for his mind, so there is only one way to ease his mind that can still benefit others:

Go to work.

But his work will not be the same as it has been before. His approach to bringing salvation to the city of Hellwood has brought about nothing but more death to those around him, and stalemates against those enemy territories that he wished to bring to the side of the good.

No more playing games. If they will not conform to his way, then he will force them.

The first step to taking that new approach comes with a small pack of gang youths, coming to a collection of members from the Mutant gang, a smaller faction that has come about from the 3 provinces being broken up. Though their former homes are long gone, their old ways are not.

Still are they predators, and still they seek out prey, and they have done so with an unsuspecting family of 3 hoping to get by. Their luck has turned for the worse with an encounter from the Mutants, taking what little supplies they had to their name and preparing to exploit the mother.

With one Mutant holding the mother back, another groped at her chest, smiling on what he felt.

"Chicken legs, licken chegs." The Mutant said.

"Slice and dice. Show her we nasty." The other Mutant said.

Before able to carry through the intent of taking advantage of the woman, the Mutant received a tap on the shoulder, distracting him from his goal. Upon turning around, the first gift received from the unknown party was a punch to the face, breaking through his sunglasses and sending him back onto the ground; the hit he received being like that of a brick hitting him in the face.

Watching their comrade fall to the ground, the remaining Mutants turned to see what manner of man could have downed him so easily, finding themselves looking upon the Green Eye. Standing before them with a dead look in both his eyes and face, the Green Eye cracked his knuckles, ready to continue what he started.

Taking a knife from his pocket, the leader of the pack of Mutants called his comrades to attack in retaliation for their brother.

"The Green Eye! Dust him! Show him we don't shiv!" The Mutant said.

Rushing up to the Green Eye, the Mutants prepared to take him down, raising their fists and weapons to carry out that task. Like a man possessed, the Green Eye showed no signs of stopping or slowing down; his movements nearly unphased by the efforts of the Mutants.

Not pulling his punches against his enemies, giving all his willpower and might into every punch, only one single hit to each enemy was enough to down them, sending Mutants falling to the ground with no intention of getting back up. The leader of the Mutant pack, watching his comrades fall one by one, prepared his own leverage to preserve his own life.

Grabbing the child of the family, a young boy, he held his knife to his throat to take as a hostage.

"Don't come any closer! I'll slice and dice the little brat! I'll-" The Mutant began to say.

The effort of taking a hostage did not put a stop to the approaching Green Eye, as the Mutant soon came to realize. From the instant he grabbed the child to the point of holding a knife to his throat, the Green Eye did not falter in his steps, still approaching him with the same dead look in his eyes.

Grabbing the Mutant by the arm, he pulled the knife away from the child, allowing him to escape back to his parents. Having the hostage out of his way, the Green Eye continued his work on the Mutant, continuing to pull back on his arm as near to the point of breaking without breaking it.

"You crazy, man! You billy berserk!" The Mutant said.

"Where is your leader?" Green Eye asked.

"What? I'm the leader of the pack, man, I don't-"

Before allowing the Mutant to finish his sentence, the Green Eye grabbed one of his fingers, bending it in a way that it was not meant to bend. The Mutant's speech quickly turned to that of a scream, showing him that the Green Eye was not satisfied with the answer he was given.

Wanting the correct answer, he repeated the question.

"Where is your leader?" Green Eye said.

"I can't tell you that, man, I-"

Once again dissatisfied with the answer given, the Green Eye grabbed another finger and bent it in a manner outside of its intended purpose, bringing more pain to the subdued Mutant. Feeling too much pain from the two broken fingers on his hand, the Mutant felt his willpower weaken, giving into his subduer.

Once again, the Green Eye repeated the question.

"Where is your leader?" Green Eye asked.

"Okay, okay. I'll take you to him. Just don't hurt me no more, please." The Mutant said.

Led by his captive to the leader of his gang, the Green Eye was taken to a landfill with dozens of Mutants rounded up in the area; the trash coming to congregate with more trash. Taking a careful eye over the Mutants, the Green Eye observed where they put their focus, following them to the leader of the gang, standing on top of a pile of garbage to address his followers.

The leader of the Mutants stood tall over his small mountaintop, calling to his followers in a rallying war cry to conquer Hellwood. Holding a torch in one hand, raising his free hand up in a fist, the leader, his muscles bulging and pulsing for battle as much as his mind did, made his speech to his followers.

"The big 3 powers are gone! All that are left are but little groups of punks! They think we just noisy kids compared to them! We show them we are the future! We rip the meat from their bones and rape their women before their blood runs cold! We show them who the real power is in Hellwood! We are the future! We are the law! Can you dig it?!" The leader shouted.

Hearing their leader give out his speech, the Mutants let out proud shouts in confirmation, rallying behind their leader in his declaration of war. Continuing to simply observe the interaction between the leader and his followers, the Green Eye made his analysis on the connection shared between the two.

A gang, at its heart, is no different from any other clique or society or governmental body. It offers a place of belonging, protection from the outside and the unknown, and a place one can call home and feel safe. One might be damned to admit it, but a gang is more necessary than one realizes.

In Hellwood, that need has only exacerbated, and turned to worse outlets. Even with the destruction of the Farm, Aryan Nation, and God's Country, lands untied by need, race, and religion, the idea of the gang has not gone away. If one gang is dissolved, its members do not simply dissipate with the group, but find another to join.

Watching the Mutants rally up to their leader, it was clear that the efforts of the Green Eye were not truly bringing Hellwood back to peace, and its people were not flocking to Old Hillwood in search of it. Instead, the insanity and anger has only channeled itself to new leaders.

As the old saying goes: 'If you can't beat them, join them'.

"What you gonna do? Leader billy berzerk. Leader dust you easy." The captive Mutant said.

Disregarding the Mutant's warning, the Green Eye began making his way to the leader. Stealthily approaching from behind, he made his way up the mountain of garbage, readying himself for a fight to take control of the gang; to topple the giant and become the new alpha of the pack.

Approaching the leader while caught unaware, the Green Eye grew closer, moving right behind him.

"...and the Green Eye, I will kill the fool! I will show him who rules Hellwood! I will break the Green Eye!" The Mutant leader said.

Leaping at his target, the Green Eye grasped himself around the Mutant leader, sending both of them tumbling to the ground. Their eventual impact was ended with their fall sending them into a mud pit, leaving them both to slowly pick themselves up out of the thick sludge and stand up again.

As the Mutant leader realized the one who brought him down was the same enemy he cursed seconds ago, the Green Eye raised his fists up to fight. The Mutants watching the event did not dare step in or intervene, as they all collectively understood why they could not do so:

This was a challenge for the position of leadership.

"Okay. Take your shot." Green Eye said.

[Soundtrack Cue: Breaking Benjamin - Red Cold River]

Happily obliging with the Green Eye's request, the Mutant leader rushed to his opponent, throwing his first punches towards him. Dodging past his first, the Green Eye showed that he would not be so easy to beat; his speed outmatching that of the Mutant leader's brute strength.

That said, the Mutant leader himself was not as slow as his muscular build seemed to suggest. Fast as the Green Eye was, he was not immune to receiving any hits, much less from being slowed down in the mud. Failing to dodge one hit from the Mutant leader, he took a punch to the face, sending him stumbling back.

To the surprise of the Mutant leader, however, the Green Eye did not seem to react to the hit as he expected. The stumble he gave off was only subtle, with his facial expression showing no signs that he even felt any pain. The Mutant leader did not let this lack of reaction from his enemy phase him, choosing to continue on attacking.

Throwing more punches towards his opponent, the Mutant leader once again found none of his hits connecting with the Green Eye. Continuing to use his speed to his advantage, the Green Eye dodged past the hits of the enemy, throwing in hits of his own at last.

Making use of his whole body against his enemy, the Green Eye struck every blow straight to the face of the Mutant leader, making hits with his feet, fists, elbows, and knees in one continuous motion. His drive and movements all followed one another fluently and furiously, showing all aggression and no signs of weakness.

As the fight continued on, the Green Eye seemed less like any ordinary opponent, and a demon in the form of a man.

Still having the advantage of brute strength and a larger build on his side, the Mutant leader sought to use it against the Green Eye, making use of the one advantage he still possessed. Wrapping his arms around the Green Eye, the Mutant leader leaned back and drove him straight into the ground in a suplex, sending him face-first into the wet mud under their feet.

Having the Green Eye buried in the mud and bashed down to the ground, the Mutant leader began beating him while keeping him down, repeatedly punching him in the face as he held him down in the mud. Carrying on his punishing blows, he ensured that the Green Eye's head stayed under the mud, leaving him to drown in the sludge as his face still suffered its beating.

Believing himself to have the advantage at last, the Mutant leader smiled as he carried on, but found a new surprise and sign of life from the Green Eye. One hand caught his punching fist, with another flying straight at his own face. Taking a blow direct and close such as this one, his shades shattered instantly, leaving splinters of plastic and glass on his face.

Rising up from the mud, the Green Eye still showed no signs of weakness or pain; still continuing to approach his enemy.

Running up and throwing more punches to the Mutant leader, the Green Eye's attacks came to a pause with his fist being caught in a hold. The Mutant leader, having his enemy's arm in his hand, drove his other hand into it; the spear-like motion given from his blow breaking the bone inside.

Despite the loud crack sounding through the air, the implied injury being too painful to stand, the Green Eye did not react to the broken arm at all. Taking hold of his broken arm, he began moving it back into place, loudly cracking the broken bone into its correct position and healing quickly, rendering the Mutant leader's one effective attack ultimately useless.

Once again meeting his opponent with pure strength, the Mutant leader reached out to topple the Green Eye to the ground. Reaching out his hands and preparing to use all of his weight against his enemy, he jumped in the air and let out a roar, giving one last hurrah for his efforts.

Catching his hands before they could reach him, the Green Eye caught him in a struggle of strength; both trying to push back against one another for dominance. Even with his body appearing more physically suited for the task, the Mutant leader found himself put near a stalemate; the Green Eye showing far more strength than his build would have one believe.

Spreading the Mutant leader's arms out, the Green Eye bashed his head against his, viciously headbutting his enemy. Pulling himself back, the Green Eye threw his head at the Mutant leader's once again, repeating the motion as many times as he could until his enemy would give in.

Though not coming close to giving in, the Mutant leader began feeling his strength start to falter. Following all the hits coming to his face, the Mutant leader's nose began bleeding profusely, with his vision beginning to black in and out with every strike. Unable to continue his hold, he finally stumbled back, beginning to lose himself.

Trying to take a moment to give himself breath to carry on, the Mutant leader was not granted his opportunity to rest. The Green Eye, grabbing him by the head, started to bash his knee against it. Bringing his head up and back down again over and over, the loss of consciousness the Mutant leader was starting to feel began growing worse; his strength fading and losing face with his gang.

Catching the Green Eye's next strike with a block, the Mutant leader kicked him away, trying to grant himself his moment to breathe again. Once again, his attack did little to deter his opponent, leaving the Green Eye to approach him and continue attacking until he could no longer stand.

Clenching up his fists, the Green Eye began throwing them to the Mutant leader's face, knocking away skin, blood, and teeth with every blow that landed to him. No longer having the strength to even raise his arms in defense, all the Mutant leader could do anymore was simply stand and take his beating, and hope that the torture would soon come to an end.

After so many hits to his face, the Mutant leader finally collapsed on his back, unable to keep fighting any longer. Having already humiliated the leader in front of his gang, the Green Eye did not stop with allowing him to lay down in defeat. Approaching him again, he aimed to ensure that his status as the most dangerous man in the landfill would be well-established.

Picking up his foot, the Green Eye landed it in the knee of the Mutant leader, shattering the kneecap and bringing out a loud scream from his victim. The Mutant leader reached his hand up in a plea for mercy, but his gesture was only met with the Green Eye grabbing hold of it, preparing to break it as well.

Holding the arm tight in his hands, the Green Eye began bending the limb backwards, moving it behind the elbow and back. Each second of the movement had filled the air with the loud cracking of bone through the air, but it paled in comparison of the screams of its owner.

[Soundtrack Cue End]

Still holding the broken arm in his hand, the Green Eye began stomping on the Mutant leader's head, delivering more concussive blows to his already-humiliated victim. His brutal beating put a silence to the Mutants all observing the fight, but only when a silence came from the leader did it all come to a stop.

Releasing the arm, the Green Eye stood over the Mutant leader, making the final move needed to claim his victory.

"Who runs Hellwood?" Green Eye asked.

Panting for breath, the Mutant leader did not respond to the question; his mind still overwhelmed over the stress and pain that his body was processing. Requiring the question to be answered, the Green Eye stepped on the broken arm, gaining more pained groans from the leader.

"I asked you a question. Who runs Hellwood?" Green Eye asked.

"Y... You do..." The Mutant leader said.

"Who's 'you'?"

"The... The Green Eye..."

"'The Green Eye' what?"

"The Green Eye runs Hellwood..."

"Say it louder."

"The Green Eye runs Hellwood..."

"Louder."

"The Green Eye runs Hellwood!"

Not content with the low volume that the Mutant leader was speaking in, the Green Eye pressed his foot against his groin, pushing down on his vulnerables.

"LOUDER!" Green Eye yelled.

After giving another pained groan under his genitals being stomped on, the Mutant leader finally yelled out as loud as he could.

"The... THE GREEN EYE RUNS HELLWOOD! THE GREEN EYE RUNS HELLWOOD! HE'S A-NUMBER ONE! HE'S THE BIG MAN! THE GREEN EYE RUNS HELLWOOD!" The Mutant leader shouted.

Content with the answer at last, the Green Eye released his foot from the Mutant Leader's groin, giving a smile.

"You're goddamn right." Green Eye said.

DECEMBER 28TH

This is hell on Earth, and they are here to stay.

This man is Arnold Shortman, known better to the world as the Green Eye.

Having tried his ways of peace, he has instead taken to more drastic measures to bringing back his city in these drastic times. Already has he toppled one leader of a gang all on his own, claiming the gang and its members for his own. If he cannot lead others to his way by words, then he shall bring them by force.

And already it shows its effects.

Not too far into the day, a family of 3 made their way through the city, carrying with them supplies to ensure that they would live another day throughout Hellwood. As careful as they tried to be, however, they were not immune to the many predators that lurked throughout Hellwood, case in point with a man armed with a rifle coming to relieve them of their goods.

Holding up his rifle to the family, he demanded their items.

"Hand over your food! I ain't gonna tell you twice!" The gunman said.

The family cowered back from their robber, quickly preparing their goods to hand over to the gunman so that he would not make good on his threat to attack. Before they were able to hand over the desired goods, however, the gunman's holdup came to a sudden and unexpected end.

Receiving a bash on the head from an unknown party, the gunman fell to the ground, lying unconscious and no longer a threat to the family. The famly of 3, looking towards their sudden savior, were met with a figure that they recognized some time earlier, though not one they wished to know.

Where they once remembered a young man dressed in leather and shades, they were met instead with a man dressed in green with a bat in hand.

"You again? Please, don't hurt us!" The father said.

"I'm not here to hurt anymore. The Mutants are dead. The Mutants are history." The young man said.

He then pointed to his face, showing green paint spread over his eyes.

"This is the mark of the future. Hellwood belongs to the Green Eye. We are his Green Eyes. And Hellwood's wrongdoers are about to enter a new level of hell." The young man said.

Cases much like this repeat through Hellwood; the Green Eye, seeking out whatever gang still stands in defiance to his will. Showing no signs of stopping in his fight, dedicated to see the violence all come to an end, he deals out his own to put a stop to the madness all around him.

Never does he eat or sleep during his mission, just continuing to walk through the streets of Hellwood without falter. Still does he act like a man possessed, as if there is no conscious body of thought driving him on any longer; driven only by pure instinct and other manners of demons in his mind.

Still he sees evil around him and it continues to grow, so he will snuff it out at the source, toppling one giant at a time.

Moving to one section of Hellwood, he toppled the leader of the Riffs, pounding him into submission like the past other gang leaders he had defeated before. Though the mighty boss had put up a good fight in holding up his status, he could ultimately not hold up against a man driven by demons, much less one that was no longer human anymore in body or mind.

Beaten down to the ground, humiliated in front of his followers, he suffered the same fate that those before him had followed.

"Riffs? Yeah, right." Green Eye said.

Gaining another mass of following under the defeat of the boss, the Green Eye moved on to the next section of Hellwood, never stopping in his quest.

Those who one belonged to the past gangs would try to follow him on, but always would he refuse their help. Instead, he left them behind with the instructions to do better for their own communities, to make them better as he would. Donning his colors and adopting his ways, the newly-turned Green Eyes carried out his wishes in full, dedicated to their new leader.

And the Green Eye continued on, toppling one giant at a time.

DECEMBER 29TH

This is hell on Earth, and they are here to stay.

This man is Arnold Shortman, known better to the world as the Green Eye.

Once, this man was called the lover and fiancée to Helga Pataki, someone that she had placed her trust and love in as a life partner. They had shared many steps in life together as one, making up for time and love lost from his absence years prior. These years together had been the best therapy that a troubled young woman like her could ask for; gaining the sense of fulfilment that she desired.

Now, without him or any parental figures to lean on, all the healing of that wound has come undone; the scab picked and the wound reopened. Unable to contain herself any longer, all the rage and pain that she had welled up inside of her was let out in a storm of fury all around her.

Smashing all manners of objects unfortunate enough to be in her way, she cared not for the world around her anymore, for, as far as she was concerned, her own world was over. To have her lover leave her, to give the last piece of information that seemingly split the two for good, is nothing less than taking away a piece of her.

Alone once again in her life, there seems to be no way for her to become whole again.

How the rift has affected the other party lies drastically different. Continuing on his mission, the Green Eye puts no thought to his own strangled love life, nor on what might lay ahead for them both in the future. He does not concern himself with his own emotional matters; pushing it all aside for the greater goal of bringing peace to Hellwood at last.

On and on he carries out his mission without pause, moving on day and night, never stopping to eat or drink, not resting for a moment; continuing to push his body beyond the limits of a normal human can take. On and on he carries out his task of dominating gang bosses without taking any thanks, though many try.

On and on he runs from the demons laying behind him, creeping up on his mind to confront his emotions.

His next target is his one and only focus, but, on this day, he has found an interruption in the way of accomplishing his next task. Luz, the last few people that he still had any confidence in, appeared before him to attempt to speak sense into him; a task easier said than done.

"Arnold. You have been pushing yourself too hard. You must stop." Luz said.

Though the Green Eye almost always took anything his mentor said to heart, he took no interest in what he was being told now. Continuing to walk past Luz's astral projection, he continued on through Hellwood, ignoring whatever was said. Insistent on trying to reach him, Luz continued after him, continuing to make his case.

"Arnold. Child. What you are doing will break you. You will fall if you continue." Luz said.

"I don't care." Green Eye said.

His only words spoken thus far being a dismissal of his mentor, the Green Eye continued on, with Luz still trailing him to appeal to reason.

"Continuing to fight like this will not put an end to your own internal challenges. You are starting to lose control." Luz said.

"I'm not losing control. I'm taking control. I've been getting too focused on my own unimportant problems to really get anything done. I'm going to save Hillwood. And I'm not going to let anything stop me now." Green Eye said.

"You are lying to yourself more than me, child."

For one brief moment, the Green Eye stopped in his tracks, actually turning to face Luz rather than walk past him. His look towards his mentor was one mixed emotions; all contemplating on the various angles of what Luz had said, and what he was doing to himself.

However, the contemplation soon broke; the Green Eye unable to think about himself and instead deciding to put his focus back on the job.

Having nothing more to say to Luz, the Green Eye turned away from him, continuing on his mission to put an end to violence in Hellwood. Looking on as his student moved on through the city to complete that impossible mission, neglecting himself emotionally and physically, Luz gave out a disappointed sigh.

Dissipating his form back to his body, he can do nothing but silently hope that his student sees the error of his ways.

DECEMBER 30TH

This is hell on Earth, and they are here to stay.

This man is Arnold Shortman, known better to the world as the Green Eye.

For the past 3 days straight, he has been fighting against every manner and kind of gang boss in Hellwood he can find, tearing down their rule to claim it for himself. Dominating over gangs united under banners like need, race, religion, they all fell one after another and folded to him because he displayed the one factor that still triumphed over all:

Strength.

Having beaten leader after leader, beating all into submission one after another, he has gained much more territory than he could ever have fathomed with his past efforts, uniting all of Hellwood under the same banner of Old Hillwood again. His disciples, calling themselves the Green Eyes, took to his philosophy well and served one another well, rebuilding back homes and communities.

For once, for all of his efforts, all that he did seemed to be working at last.

But his actions were not without personal consequence. Just as his mentor had warned him, however, his body soon began to give out from all his efforts given. Not having eaten, drank, or slept in 3 days straight, even his body was not free from being deprived of the things that gave it sustenance, no matter how hard his willpower forced him on.

Making his way down the streets of Hellwood just like before, his steps began to falter; his legs shaking and trembling with every new step taken. Although he was well aware of what was happening to his body, the Green Eye gave it no regard, choosing to instead keep on advancing.

Soon, his shaking steps began to slow, coming to a stop. Unable to move his legs any longer, the Green Eye tried hard and hard to get them moving once again, but his efforts were given no payoff. Defying his own failing body, he grabbed his leg and began moving it forward, placing it firmly on the ground to keep moving.

Trying to do the same with his other leg, however, he had placed the limb incorrectly, making him stumble and fall to the ground. Putting his arms to the ground, he tried to push himself back on his feet once again, but gained no reward in his attempts to stand up again.

Still ignoring his own body's failure, the Green Eye began crawling onwards, digging his fingers into the concrete to advance himself onward. Using what little energy still remained in his muscles, he agonizingly pulled himself forward, still refusing to give in for any reason whatsoever.

His persistence managed to make him move a few more inches, but even this advancement came to a stop. Having no more energy or nutrients left in his body to push him on, the Green Eye could no longer move, leaving him to lay immobile and alone in a desolate street.

Though his body had given out, his mind had not followed suit yet. What energy still remained in his being went to the last functioning organ still inside, letting his thoughts run wild until they came to a stop with all will leaving him at last. Still struggling to stay conscious and alive, that journey was as long and grueling as the loss of control of his physical form.

Forced to reflect on the destroyed relationship that existed between him and Helga, the Green Eye began crying, feeling anger over himself and his own actions. He knows that for every wrong that Helga has done between the two, he has done more, and far worse than her.

He knows that she, at her core, is someone who cannot do anything else other than what she was raised to be. He knows that he was raised to be someone better and give her someone to confide in, but he has failed that task. He thinks over what kind of suffering she must be feeling now with him gone...

...and he hates himself for letting her feel it.

"Helga... I'm sorry... I'm so sorry..." Green Eye said.

At last, the last remnants of willpower left the Green Eye, leaving him lying unconscious and alone. With no means of nutrition to reach him or anyone to give him aid, he was sure to perish now. Feeling his last bits of energy leave him, he still thinks of Helga, but, this time, he does not call out to her for help, for he knows that she would probably never have him now.

All goes black.

His body laid on the streets for quite some time; left in an abandoned area of Hellwood with no signs of any other life in the area, no one that would come to his aide, shunning away his own followers so that he would be alone, he received his wish. Left alone in the show of self-isolation he gave himself, he reaps what he has sown.

But this is not his final fate. Flying in from the sky, a figure landed before the idle body of the Green Eye, smiling on his finding.

"Well, lookee what we have here." The Freak said.