If Walls could Talk

An: Guess whose back? Back again. Sassy's tell a friend. Guess whose back, Guess whose back, Guess whose back, Guess whose back, Guess whose back Lol sorry I got caught up in the moment. So here's my new story if Walls could talk. It all came to me in a dream. *get's starry eyed* Sorry. The story is mainly in Helga's point of view but in the beginning we'll be seeing good ol' Arnold. The rest is about Helga finding clues and stuff. So tell me what you think k? Now on with the story!

Prologue: The Reunion Happy Times! ^_^ or is it? ^-^

32 Year old Arnold was walking down the familiar halls of PS 119. Running his hands across the walls and lockers as if to trigger lost memories of his past.
He sighed "this was the best time of my life" he said to himself.
"Hello Arnold" called a soft voice behind him; he turned around to be face with two pairs of blue eyes.
"Helga?" he asked as he backed up to have a better look of her.
She was talker and much prettier, her blonde hair cut short to her shoulders. She was wearing a black pants suit.
"Long time no see" she said with a smile.
"Yeah" Arnold agreed, "How have you been for the past ten years?" Helga asked.
"Wonderful Lila and I are engaged and are to marry in a few months." Arnold informed.
Helga nodded.
"I see" she whispered and Arnold noticed for a second sadness on her pretty face.
"What about you?" Arnold asked.
"I fine never better but since I'm so busy with work I have no time for a love life you see." Helga said as she took a sip of wine.
"So what do you do for a living?" he asked as the both started to walk down the hallway.
"Oh I'm a detective of crime" Helga answered and took another sip of her wine.
"And you?" she asked.
"Oh I'm the owner of a cooperation business" he answered.
Helga nodded.
"Well I must be going Arnold it was nice seeing you again" Helga said as she walked away.
"Bye!" he called behind her back.
Arnold started to hum to himself as he continued his walked down memory lane (I just love that saying! ^_^ not really) when he was quickly pulled in to a closet.
"What do you want?" Arnold asked a hint of fear in his voice.
"You know what I want, I want that disk!" the voice hissed.
"I told I won't give it to you!" Arnold protested.
"Well then I guess you have to pay!" and the next think Arnold knew he felt cold melt on his temple.
"Go ahead shoot me but you'll never get that disk!" Arnold hissed back.
The person laughed "that's where you're wrong Arnold!" the person yelled and ripped of their mask.
Arnold gasped, "I can't believe you're-".
But he was cut off by a gunshot; Arnold's body fell to the ground lifeless.

Helga was chatting happily with Phoebe when a frightened Lila busted into the room in tears.
"Arnold's dead!" She screamed and crumbled to the floor in tears.
"Where is he?" Gerald yelled as ran through the crowds towards Lila.
She pointed a shaky finger down the hall.
"Near the janitor's closet" she wailed as she continued to cry.
Helga's heart sank.
'Who would possibly want to kill him?' she thought to herself as she walked down the hall towards Arnold's body.

Police where already there hovering over his body.
"I'm sorry ma'am this area is for police personal only." Explained the chubby police officer.
Helga ignored him as she flashed her badge and continued to towards his body.

Helga gasped as she looked upon his motionless body. His green eyes looked strait ahead and his mouth was slightly open. Blood was drip down the side of his head and she noticed a wound on his temple.
'He was shot' she thought as she began to take notes and walk around his body. As she walked around once more she noticed a slip of white paper in his pocket.
Quickly she grabbed it and stuffed it in her pocket making sure no one was looking.
'This is going to be a long night' she thought as she grabbed a mug of coffee, and continued to take notes.