Disclaimer: Nope, still don't own iCarly =[
Ahhh finally putting up chapter 1 of the multi fic I've been working on! Enjoy! I might as well tell you now, it isn't going to be a normal iCarly fic. Basically I'm mixing my own imagination with my favorite shows etc. :P I'd explain more but I don't want to give anything away quite yet. ^.^
September 25th, what a day. It started out like any other day, but then…
"I'm going to the store honey. I assume your going to Carlys soon?"
My mother asked.
"Of course mom, shows tonight." I replied as I gathered my "nerdy" stuff as Sam would call it. I then proceeded to walk, err no sprint out the door. Mom's been cleaning this week and that's just not a good time, very bad time.
"Ill see you later then. Oh wait, don't forget your lotion!"
I heard before I seen the awful little bottle come soaring through the air, bouncing off me with a small thump.
"oh dear god…"
I stared at the bottle and then at my mom. Contemplating if I should grab the bottle or make a break for it she answers that for me.
"FREDDIE! Are you okay?" she shrieked before breaking out into a run towards me. That decides it I thought as I turned around and started to fumble with the Shay's doorknob. Finally opening it I shoved myself in before slamming and locking it.
Letting out a sigh of relief I turned around to see Carly and Sam. Ha she's early for once…weird. Any who seeing as how mom was trying to break down the door to give me that damned lotion I quickly dove behind Sam, a smirk forming across her face after she realized what was happening. She begun to open her mouth, ready to unleash obscenities at my psychotic mom and me but apparently decided against it.
The banging slowed down soon enough then abruptly halted, as you can hear the pitter-patter of footsteps walking off.
Getting up I realized I was cowering behind Sam; granted, it was from my mom, but still… A blush crept across my face and I scrambled to the peep hole. Glancing out I confirmed she had given up. I saw Spencer emerge from his room before glancing around the room.
"She's gone Spence, don't worry."
I said, and then followed the girls upstairs to our studio.
I began to set up my equipment to get ready for our show until I realized I forgot my Avi cord for the laptop.
"Brb guys. I have to go get the" I begun to say before Sam grabs me and shoves me into the elevator and says something along the lines of "We don't care."
I glance at the time I have left until the show starts, 23 minutes. Perfect, I hate being stressed before the show..grr. I go to my apartment when I realize I don't have the key to get in. Just wonderful! I ponder the idea of going to see if mom would give me the key, or if I should just go back inside. Meh…better go get the elusive key I thought, rushing over to the elevator and spam clicking the down button. Hope I'll be able to catch mom in time.
As I sprint out the elevator I hear Lewbert start shouting that he just cleaned the floor. I scoff and drag my sneaker across it, glancing at the long black line I left, before barreling outside.
A/N: Go rebel Freddie lawl.
The bitter wind and exhaustion begin to set in and sting at me as I approach the store mom was going to.
I see the store in my sights, but not mom. Must be in the store already I thought, quickly glancing at the time left before the show starts. I slow down into a brisk jog as I begin to cross the street to go to the store when a noise catches my attention. Curiosity giving in I head towards the noise, and as I get closer I confirm its my mom talking with several other unknown voices.
I walk into the darkness, realizing I should have brought a flashlight or something. Locating the voices were coming from a nearby alleyway I approach it, confusion settling in since my mom always told me "alleyways are dangerous."
I see her in my sights finally and approach, noticing four figures around her.
"Hey mom? I forgot my…" I managed to get off, before two deafening bangs light up the shadows. I stand in my place bewildered for a moment as I watch her collapse. I hear the four figures bickering then dart off, tossing her purse aside.
Instinct kicks in as I begin to dial 911, kneeling beside my mother in the process.
She begins to whisper my name and I silence her, telling her to save her strength. I explain to the operator what happened as I sit beside her, watching her breaths become more and more sudden.
"Freddie…Spencer…Kitchen counter." I catch between my mom's rackety breathing watching her stop struggling.
"Mom?" I yelp out, trying to deny what's happening. I know though, and I watch her fade away.