At this point, I wish to express my love and respect for Sam Puckett. Inspired by Batman: Under the Red Hood
ICarly;
A Death in the Family
The rain fell hard on Seattle, Washington on the night of July 9th, 2005. The city was quiet, except in the downtown district. A young girl's screams emanated from a ravaged abandoned warehouse.
Missy swung the crowbar down once again, smashing into Sam's back. Sam let out an agonized grunt. Missy lifted the weapon above her head, and slammed it into Sam's back again. Sam released a short scream of pain with what little energy she had left.
Missy threateningly hit the crowbar into her right hand several times, smiled, and smugly said,"Tisk, tisk, tisk, Sam. What would Carly think if she could see you now?"
Sam scowled and spit at Missy, splattering blood on her.
"Manners," replied Missy, before hitting Sam backhandedly in the cheek, flipping the blond onto her back with a scream of pain, then a moan of agony. Missy then walked closer to her victim.
Sam angrily wheezed out something inaudible.
"What was that, cup cake?" replied Missy. "Had enough?... Well I'm just getting started." Missy then raised the crowbar.
Meanwhile, Carly ran towards downtown with all her might, her heart pounding, and her face dripping with sweat: determined to rescue her friend.
"Will she make it in time?" Nevel asked his assistant working at a computer showing security camera footage.
"...No, sir," replied the assistant, sadly.
Nevel dropped his head, looking at the snow falling down on the mountains outside his home.
Back in Seattle, Missy opened the door to the warehouse. "Alright, honey, I have to go," she said. "Be a good girl and... tell Carly I said hi." Missy then shut the door.
Sam laid on the cold metal floor, her body throbbing. Finally, she gathered the strength to stand up. Sam groaned, stumbled dizzily, then walked towards the door, her bruised and bleeding arms dangling limply at her sides. The girl's vision grew blurry, but she kept the door in sight: her sweet escape. Once she reached it, everything would be better.
Finally, she reached the rusty door, collapsed against it, then lifted her weak arms and tried to pull the handle down, but found it was locked. The teen pushed against the cold metal door, desperately trying to shove it open, letting out a stressed, and almost sad moan as she did. At last, she collapsed onto the floor, dropped her tired head, closed her eyes, and breathed heavily.
Suddenly, she noticed a beeping sound, and looked up. Sam then saw an electric timer hooked up to several explosives. The red timer counted down; 5...4...3...
Sam closed her tired, aching eyes (one of which was black) and dropped her head.
Carly ran towards the warehouse, panting heavily. Before she could reach it, however, it exploded in a giant orb of fire, sending debris flying for half a mile. Carly blocked her face from the heat with her right hand.
Once the explosion ended, Carly ran up to the burning, ash-covered ground that once supported the warehouse, and witnessed a devastating sight: Sam laid dead on the floor, her body covered in bleeding cuts and dark bruises, a thin blood stream coming from her open mouth, her hair grizzly, and her eyes closed.
"No," Carly whispered sadly, gravely. The teenage girl ran over to her friend, picked her up under her upper back and under her knees, and gazed down at her friend's saddened, frozen face. "Sam." Carly closed her eyes, and let her regretful tears fall.
The rain continued to fall, drenching the silenced city.