Summary: "So...what? You're trying to tell me that you're not human? Yeah right Freddie, come on," said Carly, scoffing loudly and starting to walk away. "I wish I could tell you the entire truth, but I can't Carly, it would put you in too much danger," said Freddie, walking towards her and covering her hand with his. "Freddie, this is insane, you are human! You are!" cried Carly, ready to walk away from him. But just then, a shattering noise came from downstairs, and Carly and Freddie looked over at eachother in horror. Carly ran as fast as she could downstairs, however it wasn't fast enough. When they reached the bottom of the stairs, the first thing Carly saw was her brother lying in a pool of bright red blood.
iAm Not Human
Chapter 1: Missing
"So, inevitably, the square root of 4 is 2," said Mr. Hickenbom, writing a very messy and curvy 2 on the board. Carly sighed loudly.
"When is this nub going to realize we're in high school, not elementary school?" questioned Sam, leaning over towards Carly's desk.
"Maybe if he had a better pair of glasses he would actually be able to see that we're taller than 3 feet," chuckled Carly, referring to Mr. Hickenbom's over-sized glasses which were most likely at least 10 years old.
"Yeah, the glass is boring, but I'm not complaining, the tests are really easy," shrugged Sam, and Carly shook her head in agreement. Freddie, who was sitting in the seat behind Carly, tapped her on the shoulder.
"So, are we all set for the show tonight?" asked Freddie, leaning forward in his seat. "Yeah we're all set, 7 o'clock sharp," said Carly, leaning back to whisper to him.
Freddie settled back into his seat and Sam did the same, all three of them having to listen to Mr. Hickenbom go on and on about material they had learned years ago.
The bell rang. "Do problems 1-50 in your workbooks and they will be collected tomorrow for credit!" said Mr. Hickenbom. The entire class sighed loudly and stood from their seats.
"50 problems?! Wanna do em together tonight before iCarly, Carls?" asked Sam as she and Freddie followed Carly to her locker. "Sure. What about you, Freddie?" asked Carly, turning around to face Freddie. He, however, had completely disappeared. Carly and Sam both looked all around the hall to try and find him, but he was nowhere to be found.
"That's odd, he was right behind me..." said Carly, opening up her locker and replacing her math book with her english book. Sam shrugged.
"Probably creating a list of anything and everything he can do to make you love him," mocked Sam.
Carly gave her a dirty look. "Sam, Freddie does not love me, not anymore atleast," said Carly. "Carls, come on. The boy is head over heels in love with you, which I'll admit is extremely creepy thinking of Freddie being in love with someone," said Sam, shivering in disgust.
Carly rolled her eyes. "You've kissed him!" she said, walking to english with Sam. "Carls, I kissed him once, let's count how many times you've kissed," said Sam, holding up her fingers.
"One, two, three..." she said, putting her hands down. "Oh that's right, four, five, six," said Sam, putting her hands back up, and Carly scoffed loudly and pushed Sam's hand down with her own. "So? It didn't mean anything," said Carly as they walked through the halls.
"Maybe not to you, but it meant something to Freddie, that kids a freak for you," said Sam. Carly rolled her eyes again. "Freddie knows I don't feel that way about him. He's known for years, and I think, recently, he's began to accept it," said Carly as they reached English.
"Carly," said Sam, pulling Carly off to the side before they went into the classroom. Carly raised her eyebrows at Sam and said "What?"
"Have you ever considered that, you know, maybe you've told yourself so many times that you're actually starting to believe it, even if it's not true?" said Sam, a serious look on her face.
"Sam! I'm shocked. Are you actually showing some concern for Freddie?" asked Carly, putting her hand to her chest and making her mouth into the shape of an O.
"No, Carls, Fredward can take care of himself. I'm worried about you. I just don't want you to tell yourself something that may not be true," said Sam. She walked into English class, leaving Carly to think to herself for a moment. She walked inside the room and sat down in her seat next to Sam.
Carly looked over at the seat that was Freddie's, which, because of his last name being so close to the beginning of the alphabet, was at the front of the class. It was empty. Carly waited for a moment, opening up her English book to the story they had been reading and checking over last night's homework, but Freddie never showed, and he wasn't in his seat when the bell rang.
"Sam, where's Freddie?" asked Carly. Sam looked over at Freddie's empty desk and shrugged.
"Alright, class," said the teacher, Mrs. Myers, clapping her hands three times just as she did every day. "Pass forward your homework and open up to the story, please," she said, walking to each row to collect the homework.
"Has anyone seen Mr. Benson this morning? He's not on the absentee list," she said, placing the homework papers on her desk.
"He was here a few minutes ago, Mrs. Myers, but Sam and I turned around and he was gone," said Carly, feeling a bit worried. "Yes, well, class, read over the story while I go to the office to see if he has been picked up by his mother," said Mrs. Myers, exiting the room.
"Sam!" Carly said, waiting for a reply. However she looked over and saw that Sam had fallen asleep. "SAM!" Carly half whispered, half yelled, throwing a balled up piece of paper at her friend.
"W-where's my fried chicken?" Sam said loudly, causing the whole class to erupt in laughter. After everyone had quieted down, Carly addressed Sam.
"I'm worried Sam. Freddie wouldn't leave school or have an appointment or something without telling us," said Carly.
"Calm down, Carls, he's probably just sneaking a prune pop in the bathroom or getting the wax sucked out of his ears by his mother," joked Sam, and in a moment she was back to sleep.
"Well class," began Mrs. Myers, entering the room, "Freddie should be here. His mother didn't sign him out. Marvin, Kenny, would you two mind checking the bathrooms?" asked Mrs. Myers. The two boys stood up and left the room, and Mrs. Myers opened up her teacher's edition and began to read the last part of the story to the class.
"I love me some cold chili," said Sam, dipping the spoon into the bowl filled with the reddish-brownish gunk. Carly chuckled weakly. "Sam! Spencer made that for me for dinner tonight!" said Carly. Sam looked up at her, the chili forming a mustache on the top of her lips.
"But my mother never feeds me," said Sam. Carly smiled and rolled her eyes. She began tapping her fingers on the counter top, her eyes constantly moving towards the door.
Sam noticed her friend's nervousness and looked at her. "Carly, stop worrying, Freddie's fine. And in a few minutes he'll probably walk in that door with a new ploy to get you to love him," said Sam, licking the spoon hungrily.
Spencer was at an artist's convention a few hours away, and was supposed to be back at about 9 o'clock that night, so Sam agreed to hang out with Carly so she wouldn't be alone all evening.
After nearly 10 minutes of waiting, Carly couldn't take it anymore. She stood from her chair. "I'll be right back," she said to Sam. Sam, who had already finished the entire bowl of chili, muttered "Okay" and stayed where she was, rubbing her full stomach.
Carly left the apartment and walked across the hall to Freddie's door. She knocked three times. Nothing.
It was very unlike Mrs. Benson to let someone knock more than three times. Carly, however, decided to knock again. No answer. Carly figured that maybe Mrs. Benson was in the shower, so, for some reason, she decided to try the doorknob. To her immediate surprise, it was unlocked. Even if Mrs. Benson was inside, she never left the door unlocked. Ever.
Carly looked all around to make sure no one would see her go inside an apartment other than her own, and hurried inside the apartment. It was pitch black in the apartment, and Carly couldn't see anything. She tried the light switch next to the door. But nothing. Carly shivered.
The room was extremely cold, almost like an ice box, and Carly folded her arms across her chest for warmth. And then she heard it. The faintest noise. And yet, it was enough to give her a cold chill, or rather an even colder chill.
"Hello?" Carly said into the darkness, waiting for a response. "Hello, is anybody in here?" called Carly. No reply once again.
"Freddie?" Carly called. "Mrs. Benson?" said Carly. No reply. Carly sighed and left the room, struggling to find the door.
"Anything?" Sam asked as Carly came back into her apartment. "Nothing," said Carly, plopping down on the couch. Sam joined her on the couch. "He wasn't in his apartment?" Sam asked, raising her eyebrows at Carly.
"No, and neither was his mother. And it was dark. And the door was unlocked. She never leaves the door unlocked," said Carly, swallowing loudly. Sam heard her.
"Carls," she said, grabbing her friend's shoulder. "Everything is fine, don't worry, Freddie will be here tonight for iCarly. Let's just hang out and chill for a while, okay?" said Sam, flipping the television on.
"Yeah, okay," said Carly reluctantly, choosing to sink back into the couch and try to relax, watching an episode of Spongebob Squarepants.
Woot! The first chapters done. So, I bet most of you what type of 'creature' Freddie is by something mentioned in this chapter, but you have to read and find out the rest. Hopefully I'll post the next chapter soon. Thanks for reading and please leave a review!