Chapter Three

Serial Killer

Arnold and I had caught a bus and escaped our hit man. We were in a dubious situation with the swapping of our bodies as well as being chased for major debts. Neither one of us had yet to speak about why we were both indebted to the Hillwood mob. In fact as soon as the bus let off Arnold ditched me leaving me stranded in his flesh and confused as ever. I had called my cell phone a million times with not a single text or response the last three days. Neither of us had attended school either. Phoebe and Gerald were worried for us but we both continued to ignore them along with ourselves.

Just when I was loosing hope of ever figuring out where Arnold would wander off to his mind surfaced a memory for me. It seemed he'd had a plan on how to pay back the gang chasing us all along. There was a state wide singing competition. He was going to enter his raps with Gerald. I knew though he resided in my body he would still attempt at the million-dollar prize and record deal. With that I hurried to the theatre hoping I wasn't too late. No way no matter how much money it was worth would I allow him to enter me into such public scrutiny.

I paid my ticket scrounging change out of Arnold's blue jeans. I rushed inside the theatre. My jaw dropped, I was too late in fact Arnold was standing on stage. My fists clenched in a rage when I got my hands on him I was about to make him a woman beater. There for the whole audience to gawk at I stood like a pin up model. I wore a tight hot pink corset that pushed my cleavage to the point that you could see my every bated breath. My hair in elegant pin curls and I was certain Arnold had not done my hair but that he'd somehow had convinced Phoebe. I wore black fishnets that covered my thighs leaving the men in the audience to imagine what may lie underneath them. He'd topped off the outfit with stiletto black boots. Sex sells I thought bitterly.

He slowly walked up to the microphone. He cleared my body's dainty feminine throat. I shoved people out of the way with brute male strength as I forced my way to the front of the stage. I was in perfect view of him and he me. He glanced at me then continued to ignore me.

"Hello ladies and gentleman. My name is Helga Pataki. I had a different song planned for you tonight. However do to my circumstantial changes I have decided to go with my gut. There will be a few word changes for me but this song was going to be my original debut." I watched as my own face lit up in a pleasant grin. Even confined in my body his eyes still half lidded as he curled my lip into a smirk. I knew by lyrical changes he meant his words would be in a gender reversal, instead of speaking a man to a woman to play off his new female position he would switch the lyrics around as if he were talking about a man. Only I knew his song was for a woman.

"See in the past I have had many chase after me." In his minds eye I examined as several exes appeared before me from his memory. I bit my tongue tasting blood rather jealous.

"However, there is only one who I ever truly loved." Mystery woman flashed behind my eyelids momentarily disappearing before I could get a good view of her. I hated this girl, this girl who had stolen his love from me!

"This one is for you. I love you." I watched as my body leaned forward blowing a seductive kiss to the audience.

"Wish I may, wish I might, Find my one true love tonight. Do you think that he, Could be you?" I was stunned as he took my vocal cords to a heavenly soprano that I didn't even know existed within myself.

If I pray really tight, Get into a fake bar fight, While I'm walking down, The avenue.

If I lay really quiet, I know that what I do isn't right, I can't stop what I, Love to do!" Gerald stood as Arnold's DJ adding a drum beat and warping through the microphone Arnold's words occasionally, pumping up the crowds energy.

"So I murder love in the night, Watching them fall one by one they fight, Do you think you'll, Love me too, ooh, ooh?" I watched as my head tilted up to the ceiling moaning lightly to the beat. Arnold lost in his lyrics I knew in his mind he was beside her singing to her and it only served to fuel my furry.

"Baby, I'm a sociopath, Sweet serial killer. On the warpath, 'Cause I love you, Just a little too much.

I love you just, A little too much. (Much, much, much)." My voice hissed the echoing word much enchantingly as my body swayed to the rhythm, dancing passionately touching my waist sensually, as if my lover danced beside me. I watched as my body spun across the stage in a solo romantic ballad. The audience stood dancing to the music surrounding me as I stood the only person unmoved my Arnold's warped love ballad.

"(You send me right to heaven), Sweet serial killer, (I guess I'll see him over)." My lips whispered lustfully as I lowered lifting my dainty wrists to my head lying on the stage floor lost in the song. Arnold's body pulled magnetically towards my image on the stage. I was so close I could reach his hand out to touch my own.

"Do it for the thrill of the rush, Love you just a little too much, much.

(You send me right to heaven), Sweet serial killer, (I guess I'll see him over). I love you just a little too much, Love you just a little too much, much. My black fire's burning bright, Maybe I'll go out tonight. We can paint the town, In blue."

Arnold's mind flashed a million memories with her exploring the inner workings of Hillwood. I rubbed at the temples of my new body frustrated desperate to know who this woman was. Who out of what seemed to be millions had been the sole winner of his heart? Why out of all the sweet tender girls had he chosen the single one who appeared to be his sole destruction? I just couldn't wrap my head around it all.

"I'm so hot, I ignite, Dancing in the dark and I shine. Like a light I'm, luring you.

Sneak up on you, really quiet, Whisper "am I what your heart desires?" I could be your, Ingenue."

I watched as my body quivered crawling towards my vision. It took a moment for me to catch up to Arnold's physical senses. My body had crawled across the stage and had snatched Arnold's shirt by the collar to tauntingly whisper the last statement into his ear. The crowd went wild whistling and hollering in excitement. I merely looked down wide-eyed at the petite pale hand gripping my blue sweater. Again I had an override of senses unable to desciper what emotions were my own soul and which were Arnold's physicality's responding to "Helga's" antics.

"Keep you safe, and inspired, Baby, let your fantasies unwind. We can do what you, Want to do, ooh, ooh."

He felt a need to protect this woman I could feel his primal masculine need for her wash over him.

"You can see me, Drinking cherry coke, Sweet serial killer. I left a love note, said you know I love the thrill of the rush.

You know I love the thrill of the rush. (Rush, rush, rush).

(You send me right to heaven), Sweet serial killer,

(I guess I'll see him over). Do it for the thrill of the rush, Love you just a little too much, much.

(You send me right to heaven), Sweet serial killer, (I guess I'll see him over). I love you just a little too much, Love you just a little too much, much.

(Just have fun), wanna, Play you like a game boy. (Don't want one), what's, The thrill of the same toy? La la, la la la, la la, La la lie down, down."

Her lips brushing his raced across my mind like an ancient piece of film. So they'd been intimate before! I hated every aspect of this situation. Most of all I hated listening and feeling his body gravitate towards desire in a wanton need for her. I hated first hand feeling his undying love for this stranger. I just wanted back into my own flesh and bone. I wanted everything for once in my existence to be normal. I was the only individual left uninspired by this moving soul evoking love song. In fact, I was revolted by it!

(Just have fun), wanna, Play you like a game boy. (Don't want one), what's, The thrill of the same toy? La la, la la la, la la, La la lie down, down, down.

Ugh.

You can see me, Drinking cherry coke, Sweet serial killer. I left a love note, said you know I love the thrill of the rush.

You know I love the thrill of the rush. (Rush, rush, rush).

(You send me right to heaven), Sweet serial killer,

(I guess I'll see him over). Do it for the thrill of the rush, Love you just a little too much, much.

(You send me right to heaven), Sweet serial killer, (I guess I'll see him over). I love you just a little too much, Love you just a little too much, much."

The chorus faded off as the crowd went insane. I watched as my slender physic lifted on her feet bowing as men threw roses at her feet. I wasn't going to tolerate any more of this nonsense. I was going to go backstage and kick my own ass! Then I was going to insist he tell me how he'd gotten into so much trouble and explain what happened to my noble knight in shining armor. After that we'd figure out how to swap bodies back. Above all else though on the top of my list was forcing out of him who this bizarre sizzling love was for. I knew in the end it would shatter my soul but I had to know who she was once and for all. First the I-pod and now this performance. I knew it shouldn't be my top priority but unveiling her identity in my heart of hearts made top of the list.