His Return ~ HA! [BEING RE-WRITTEN]

T W E L V E

Updated: Tuesday, July 26

Two updates quickly because of my inactivity.

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Arnold's P.O.V

Unfortunately, Fang maneuvered around where Gerald's fist had landed and grabbed his wrist making him hang in the air. He started hitting around him, but it was too difficult to see either of them.

I had been frozen in place this whole time, but now I blinked and charged at Fang. He dropped Gerald on the ground, and kicked me as hard as possible with his foot in my face.

Sparks flew in my vision and pain laced into my blood after the blow, making it almost impossible to see where he was at. He laughed at me on the ground.

"You two are pitiful, weak and-" Fang's sentence was cut off by him being knocked to the floor, his head busting on the tile.

Gerald stood behind him, and he grabbed my wrist. "Arnold, you're bleeding." He grunted, throwing off my sunglasses.

"It's alright Gerald," I coughed "Please carry Helga until I can see clearly." He nodded and threw Helga over his shoulder. We ran out the door just as we heard footsteps from down the hall.

The house was huge, making it difficult to find a exit. However the yelling and creaking of wood motivated us to search quicker.

"Here Arnold!" Gerald yelled.

We busted through the back door, with rounds firing at us through the windows of the house. I was running so quickly I couldn't see where I was going. Gerald managed to keep up even whilst carrying Helga.

"This way," my vision was starting to blur but I could still see the alleyway shortcut used for the boarding house. The gang members or such were a lot faster than us, and had almost caught up even though we had been a quarter of a mile ahead of them.

"Gerald! Cut to the left!" I yelled.

"What?!? That's not the right way Arnold!" He panted.

"I have to lead them off! Cut to the left and go straight, it's longer but they won't see you! Please!" I yelled back as they started to approach.

He just nodded and said, "I'll never forget you Arnold." And darted to the left while I continued forward, a sharp right coming up.

Looking behind me, there had to be ten to twenty guys after me that had to be cross country runners. Adrenaline shot through my body, making me run so quickly I almost toppled over myself. I was determined to get further ahead of them.

Once they were out of viewing range I shot to the right where there was a dead end and hid behind a trash can.

About two minutes later, the men showed up by the alley, slouching with hands on their knees, breathing heavily.

"They're too fast." One of them grumbled in defeat. Some nodded and mumbled in agreement, making another one snap.

"Are you kidding? Fang is going to kill us all if we don't get these little shits! We can't give up!" He clenched his fist eyeing them all in anger.

"When did he ever get off telling us what to do?" One of them complained.

"Because of this." Fang appeared out of nowhere, shocking them all causing them to take a step back. Fang approached picked up the short guy who had just complained by the neck, and squeezed him until his face turned purple.

Then he dropped him to the ground, seconds before he ran out of air. The guy just held his neck while inhaling as much oxygen as he could.

"You work for me," he muttered, talking to no one in particular. "Bring me the football head and Razor. If they escape, they will report us and it'll land us all behind bars. What do you say about that?" He growled, making everyone nod.

About five minutes after the alleyway was cleared, I took the shortcut and shot up to the boarding house. I only hoped Gerald had eventually reached it.

I knocked on the door fiercely and to my surprise Helga answered it.

"Hey Arnold, you look like shit." She giggled.

I pushed past her and found Gerald attending to where he was hit, but not before he looked up at me.

"Oh god, Arnold you're beat up." He said, standing up and leaving himself alone. I looked in the tall mirror at the bottom of the staircase and realized they were right. Helga appeared looking a little more sober than before with an ice pack for my eye. I had realized that grandpa and the borders were out for the night.

"Thanks," I sighed. I walked over to the cabinet and took my inhaler. I had been so distracted that I had almost forgotten I had asthma and was wheezing like crazy.

"Looks like I can't play at the game on Saturday," I tried to lighten the subject as I sat down and Gerald put disinfectant on my cuts.

"Definitely not buddy, and you might want to keep off your knee for a good two weeks." He pointed to my knee, which I had slid onto several times when hiding from the gang. It was completely swollen and hurt to move.

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A few hours later, Gerald called his mom to pick him up since it wasn't safe to walk. He had asked about Helga, but once again I lied about taking her home.

"Time for bed, Helga." It had to be around one in the morning.

She shook her head in refusal as if she was a small child. "Noooooo." She was obviously still drunk.

I smiled a little and started up the stairs.

She grabbed my arm to stop me. "You heard what he said. Stay off your knee." She was concerned and I found it funny.

"I have to get to my bedroom somehow." I shrugged.

She thought for a minute, than gave me a goofy grin. "I'll carry you."

I laughed in amusement as she tried to pick me up, and she actually managed to get me up the first two steps before collapsing.

"You're really fat." She giggled, out of breath.
I scooped her up and went up the stairs anyways, bringing her to my room. I opened the door and showed her the couch. She sat down on it for a minute, but decided she liked my bed more. She eventually won our argument and I let her sleep there.

I didn't sleep in my boxers like I usually did since she was here, and instead changed into a tank top. I caught her staring when I took my shirt off which made me grin.

"Goodnight Helga." I said before turning off the light.

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Oh god, I had to rewrite this chapter so many times because the first two times I wrote it, it didn't make any sense.

In other news, a good friend of mine is going to start helping me out with character development, chapter writing, and new plots.

Stay tuned for more updates.

-DarkestUniverse