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The fire surrounded his body as if comforted by his touch. It welcomed him, wrapped its warm fingers around his body and said hello to him as if he was an old friend. It fed him, made him feel invincible, like nobody could ever stop or get in his way. But the scariest thing wasn't the flames that encompassed him, no it was the solid piece of metal that he held between his fingertips. The sword that shined like a new dawn. A blade that exuded raw power, that screamed death. Ready to taste the blood of its enemies and the wielder of this sword dint know if he could stop it. Freddie Benson didn't know if he could stop it.

(Four days earlier)

It was a nice crisp day in Seattle as a warm rain fell down upon the city. Everyone around seemed content and happy, continuing on in their daily activities as they welcomed the nice break from the warm weather they had been having lately. But no one could have been happier than the teenage boy walking down the street. His brown eyes covered by his matted brown hair, as he strolled down the sidewalk that he travelled everyday of his life. Everything seemed to be going right for one Fredward Benson. He had a caring mom. Well an insane crazy mom who loved him so much that one day she might just suffocate him to death with all the love, but never the less caring. He had the best friends he could ask for, somewhat. And to top it all of today was his birthday and this year he was hoping to make it a memorable one.

In fact it had already been going well. This morning to his surprise he had woken up to his friends towering above him screaming happy birthday. Then after he had gotten dressed, and gotten out to his kitchen he saw that he had a three course breakfast set out for him, with eggs pancakes toast and much more. Carly was sitting in a chair smiling at him motioning for him to sit down and eat up while Sam was in the corner stuffing her face with what was most likely supposed to be his bacon. And to top it all off for the whole entire meal Carly acted even nicer than she usually did, while Sam didn't say a word. She stayed silent not even willing to open her lips to say nub. It was music to his ears. Today seemed to be a good day.

Freddie kept up his pace, until he came up to the stairs of Bushwell plaza a place that he had known for what seemed to long. It was a place that kept him warm from those cold Seattle nights. The place where he and his friends did a web show that was watched by millions. The place where he got his first kiss and broke up with the girl of his dreams. And best of all it was home.

As Freddie climbed up the stairs and to the doors he prepared himself for the usual screaming that awaited him, form one obnoxious doorman. But as he entered the lobby there was no sound what so ever. Not even a peep.

È Strange hmm….. Lubert è Freddie said, yet there was no reply and definilty no ranting. É Man this really is going to be the best birthday I ever had. È

He continued on in his journey and slowly walked up, taking more time than was needed. Rush was a word that he didn't possess at the moment. The only thing that was on his mind was to enjoy the silence that greeted him. Finally he reached the elevator, and pressed the up button. Almost automatically a ding was heard and the doors opened to an empty room ready for riding.

The elevator started to ascend, until it reached the 8th floor and Freddie exited heading towards his apartment. Yet something was off, there was no noise heard form any of the apartments. Now this is usual for most apartments, except for one. Apartment 8C. Spencer and Carly Shays. Usually there was some type of annoying sound coming from that apartment, whether it was yelling or a loud bang. Today though nothing was coming out.

This is when the gears started working in Freddie's head. He started to think of all the reasons why there wouldn't be a peep that could be heard in the hallways. Then a light bulb went on.

È There going to try and surprise me aren't they, yeah that's probably it, and that's why everything is so quite. Well I better get prepared and put my best face on. I don't want them to think that I figured it out. È

So he kept on walking practicing what he should say and do when he opens those doors, and finds a party sitting there waiting for him. It didn't take long for him to finally arrive at his door, and he soon took out his key, and opened his door to find that all the lights were on and no one was there to be seen. Also that eerie silence that he heard in the hallway seemed to have captured his apartment as well, and it was beginning to wear on Freddie. He didn't like this one bit.

He soon started leaping over furniture and checking every room, but know one was home. He was almost getting ready to call the cops when another thought entered his mind.

È There probably at Carlys place. And that's why it was so quite because there going to hold the party there. I mean that is like my second home. È

He left his home and walked across the hall and prepared to enter when suddenly the door fell in sending a crash echoing across the hall, and scaring the wits out of Freddie.

È What the…è he questioned, staring at the broken piece of wood, as if it would answer back. Of course it didn't but it definilty had weird written all over it.

Freddie looked up from the door to see the rest of the apartment look like the door, trashed. Plates were smashed, throw pillows were strewn all over the room, and it looked like glass had been spewed across the floor. The only thing that wasn't completely totalled was the stairs, which got Freddie thinking and soon he was climbing them, slowly just in case who did this was still here. And when he finally made it to the top and went into his favourite place the iCarly studio, he found something crucial that would affect the rest of his life. A note.