Magical Girl Pretty Helga

By MuseX3 --Melete-Mneme-Aoede--

Disclaimer: see chap 1

Authors note: Finally! Helga's first fight! Well, her first magical girl fight anyways. ;

Sorry for the long wait! Finals are no fun!

(If you want to see a picture of Helga in her magical girl get up, let me know and I'll post a link to one (it will be in typical anime-shoujo style (as I can draw nothing else!)).)

Chapter 3: Transformed

When the blinding light finally faded, Helga opened her eyes and placed a hand on her chest to steady her racing heart – the explosion of light from the normal looking locket had scared her half-to death! She froze and patted her hand against her chest, or rather, her breasts. Helga was very confused; she was too young to be… developed. She looked down at her hands, her longer and oddly white-finger-less-gloved hands with a Heart-shaped gem on the left. She had some type of pink bracers on her arms and a gold cuff of some kind with a heart shape cut out of it on her left upper arm. There was a frilly, ruffled, white top with the sleeves, if you could call a strip of ruffled fabric a sleeve, below her shoulders. She had on a pink breast plate shaped like a heart that wrapped around her torso, exposing her flat stomach – she didn't see how that counted as armor of any kind. She wore a pink, pleated mini skirt with a lacy white skirt exposed beneath, a bow in back, and a… what was that lacey thing on her left thigh? She wore white high-heeled boots – hardly battle ready – with pink shin protectors over that. From what she could tell without looking in a mirror, Helga was also wearing a choker, earrings, and a ribbon around her head which tied off into a bow in back. She could only assume it was pink. Her hair was still in pigtails but higher on her head and much softer, flowing down past her shoulders instead of straight out from her head.

Helga shook her head. She was older and in a very impractical fighting get-up. She would need to have a talk with Moirai about this. The screeching call of the Nyxon shook her out of her little inspection. She would talk with Moirai later; she had bigger fish to fry right now.

Rushing out from behind the dumpster, Helga gritted her teeth and prepared to yell at the creature but, being unused to even walking in high heels, Helga's heel slid to the side and she fell over, announcing her presence but not the way she had wanted to. The fully visible Nyxon was over her in an instant, reaching a long hand out to the girl. Helga whipped her arms up and grabbed one of the large fingers, jerking down in an attempt to break it or at least dislocate the thing. To her surprise, she not only broke the finger, but slammed the creature to the ground. Had she been given strength along with this crazy outfit? She smirked and jumped to her feet, much more balanced this time in her boots, and kicked the swirling black creature which sent it toppling backwards.

"This is kinda fun," Helga smirked as she kicked and punched the Nyxon around the playground. The Nyxon's eyes shown suddenly and Helga jumped back slightly in surprise but that hardly mattered as her body was sent through the air and smacked against the side of the school. "Okay," Helga groaned as she picked herself off the ground, "Not fun anymore." She looked around and checked her person for one of those weapons that Moirai had spoken of. Nothing. "Dang it! Where are they?" Helga clenched her hands and gave them one good shake. "I need a gun, or sword or something because I don't think kicking this thing around is going to stop it."

Her left hand started throbbing and she looked at it, thinking it had been injured. The heart gem on her hand was pulsating and glowing slightly. Helga studied it and squinted into the gem – it looked like there was a mini sword in there. The girl looked up as the Nyxon got to its feet and shook its head, she needed to hurry. The gem kept throbbing to the point it almost hurt and Helga clasped a hand over it to make it stop. To her surprise, she didn't grab the gem but the hilt of a sword. She pulled her hand back and gapped at the translucent blade in her hand but could spent little time studying it as the Nyxon charged at her.

Having never used a sword before, Helga gripped the hilt with both hands and pulled it back over her right shoulder, spreading her legs into a firm stance and waited for her target. "Batter up." She smirked as the creature came in range and swung the sword out, the edge leading, and sliced smoothly through the head of the Nyxon. Helga expected a splash of blood or some resistance from the bone but received neither as the creature slumped to the ground and evaporated away like a shadow in the sunlight. Helga looked at the clear sword and a name came to her mind. "Ilios Blade…" The sword flared with light and disappeared from Helga's hand. She blinked and looked around. Everything looked normal, well, except for her.

The girl rushed behind the dumpster again and tried to figure out how to get back to normal. "Uh, let's see." Helga scratched her head and tried to think. "What did I do to get like this in the first place? I said something… what was it? Agapao… what the heck is that?" She growled and stomped her foot. "Why should you have to say a command word to go back? That's stupid! Why can't I just think about myself being normal and then-" Helga paused. "Did everything just get bigger?" She looked at herself and sighed in relief – she was normal again. "Guess all I had to do was think about it." She laughed and walked back into the building happily just as the lunch bell rang. She did it. She defeated one of those chaos things. She didn't know how many there were, but if they all went down like that first guy then she would be done in no time.

Helga walked into the cafeteria after grabbing her lunch from her locker and sat down at the usual table. She looked around confused at the empty side of the room. "Where is everybody?" She turned around and found Gerald standing on top of a chair with one foot on the table and practically everyone crowded around him. Helga rolled her eyes and opened her lunch box. "Tall hair boy probably got some new urban legend." She opened her mouth to take a bite of her sandwich when Gerald started his tale.

"The room shook like a freight train crashed into the wall and we all got out of our seats to check it out. Instead of a train, we found a blonde-haired vixen pick herself off the ground and stare down a creature of such evil that its own body could not contain it, black blue and white swirling around like the night sky reflected in the bay."

Helga's sandwich slid back into her lunch box and her mouth remained open without having tasted the peanut butter treat. 'He can't be… he isn't talking about my fight, is he?' Helga turned around slowly with her hands still up as if she was holding her sandwich.

"The woman's golden hair bounced around her and she checked herself for injuries until she raised her hand, beckoning the beast forward. The woman pulled from her own hand a sword of gleaming light and waited until the last moment to strike out and cut off the creatures head – a sword of light against a creature of darkness. The beast fell over and vanished into thin air as if it had never been. The woman lifted her sword into the air in a declaration of victory and then, it too vanished. The woman left then, no doubt to fight more of the evil creatures terrorizing our fair city like invisible shadows."

The students clapped and whistled and Gerald gave a bow to his audience. Helga still sat in her chair, utterly dumbfounded. 'Okay so they saw me for a few minutes, no big deal, right? I mean, they don't know it was me.' She smiled slightly and shook her head. She was suddenly glad that Moirai had to make her older – who could suspect little Helga of being that blonde 'vixen'. Helga blushed slightly and picked up the sandwich she hadn't realized she dropped and wondered what Arnold had thought of the older her.

"Her fashion sense was a bit off, I must say, but I commend her on her fighting skills." Rhonda explained with a toss of her hair after school. "It was as if Valentine's Day exploded on her." Helga silently agreed and remembered that she needed to bring that up with Moirai. She had half a mind to take a nap right then to find out.

"I don't know," Arnold quietly said with a light blush on his cheeks. "I kind of liked her outfit." Okay, maybe she'd put off that discussion.

"Of course you do, you're a guy, Arnold." Rhonda rolled her eyes and looked at the other boys. "I suppose you all liked it too, right? I mean, a short skirt and hardly a top to speak of – and what was with that garter on her leg!"

'Aha!' Helga thought, 'That's what it was!'

"You're just mad because you're not the center of attention," Nadine said with a wave of her hand. Rhonda's face reddened quickly to match her shirt and she huffed before storming down the street. "Oh come on, Rhonda, don't be such a drama queen." Nadine called after her friend as she hurried to catch up.

"Who do you think it was?" Harold asked the remaining group as they entered Gerald's field.

"I dun know," Stinky drawled, "but she sure was purtty." Helga hid her blush by pretending to be adjusting her catchers mask. She really wished that she could have gotten a better look at herself.

"Got me," Gerald shrugged. "I've never seen her before. I think I would have remembered."

"Would you have remembered if she was wearing normal clothes?" Sid asked skeptically.

"Well, maybe not." Gerald admitted sheepishly. "But man, she had some curves on her." Helga's face reddened again, but not from embarrassment, from anger. She heard the boys whispering and commenting on the mystery woman's body. It was… degrading! She wondered if punching the living-daylights out of Gerald would give her away.

"Come on guys, cut it out." Arnold sighed and shook his head. "For one thing, that's degrading, and for another there's a girl right here. Show a little courtesy." Helga smiled under the mask and pulled it off, her back to the boys. Of course her beloved Arnold would stand up for her, both of her.

"Ah," Harold slapped a hand through the air and rolled his eyes. "It's not a girl, its just Heeeelga."

Said 'not girl' spun around and threw the catcher mask at Harold, beaming him in the head and sending him backwards. Her shoulders rose and fell as she panted angrily and her face matched the emotion. She didn't say anything, just gritted her teeth and stormed away from the baseball field as quickly as she could. She heard someone call after her but didn't stop or turn around, she just kept on marching down the sidewalk. She stepped into the street and instantly felt a set of hands grab her wrist and tug her back. She fell over and landed on her capture just as a truck whizzed by the crossing.

"It was red!" Arnold scolded as he panted for breath. He had to run to get to Helga in time. The girl blinked a few times as she lay on top of Arnold before quickly rolling off and sitting on the sidewalk next to him. Arnold sighed and sat up too. "I know what Harold said really hurt you, but you have to pay more attention."

Helga scoffed. "Yeah, I'm all teary inside. Besides, with the way things have been going lately it wouldn't have mattered what color the light was. Chaos is without reason."

"Huh?" Arnold asked and Helga waved a hand, signaling for him to ignore it. The boy shook his head and stood up, offering a hand to Helga, which she accepted, and pulled her up too. "Listen Helga, I just want you to know that we do know you're a girl." Helga gave him a skeptical look. "Fine," he sighed, "at least I know you're a girl and think of you as one." He smiled as Helga's lips began to do the same and he turned to head back, giving a little wave as he left.

Helga smiled and ducked into an alley, reaching into her dress to pull out her locket as the sonnet began pouring out of her. "Oh Arnold, my guardian angel, my-" she paused and dug deeper into her dress as panic began to shape in her mind. "Where's my locket? What happened to it?" Thinking back, she last had it in her hands before that transformation but afterwards… she had been too startled by her appearance at the time to notice, but the locket was gone. Helga slid down the side of the alley and hugged her knees. She felt an unfamiliar weight dangling from her neck and hitting her leg. Her hands went to the object and held it up: a small pink heart-shaped pendant lined in gold with a gold oval in the center hung on a chain around her neck. She had never seen it before and definitely didn't put it on. Turning the pendant in her hands, she found a tiny hinge and opened what she now realized was a locket. She gasped in surprise and sighed in relief at the same time at the smaller version of Arnold's picture and her own inscription stared back at her. She was a little sad that her old locket was gone, but at least this way she wouldn't drop it as much and could be a whole lot less conspicuous with her poetic ramblings.

00000000000000000000000

End chapter 3

--Melete-Mneme-Aoede--: Alright, I confess, I borrowed the gem-sword idea from CLAMP – Magic Knight Rayearth just had such a good idea that I HAD to use it. The women at CLAMP don't mind, I'm sure. –looks around nervously-

And so Helga finds one of the down sides of being a magical girl – too hot for her own good in skimpy clothing. How will Moirai explain herself for that frilly get-up? FIND OUT NEXT TIME! Hurrah!