Today's Weather Forecast Calls For Death

Chapter 1.

(Sam's POV)

I ran. Far, far away from my house. I can literally hear my heart pounding in my ears. Everything felt so empty on this road. Maybe for the fact that it was one in the morning and pouring rain. Or maybe for the fact that there might not be one living soul on this street.

I can hear his footsteps running after me, though they sound distant. I cut quickly through an abandoned alley to stop and catch my breath for a second. I pulled my cell phone out quickly, calling my boyfriend.

"Come on, nub! Pick up!" I yelled at myself as the phone kept ringing and ringing. He obviously wasn't going to answer. I felt someone grabbed my arm with a nice, firm grip. I turned around, completely terrified as to who I might see.

-Two Weeks Before-

I walked into the halls of Ridgeway High School, completely drained from the night before. Freddie was over last night and we spent most of the night watching movies and making out.

"Hey, Puckett." Freddie said to me as I walked over to my locker. He was coming from Gibby's locker, obviously chatting with the shirtless potato.

"Sup, Benson?" I asked as I dialed in my locker combination.

"Not much. I, uh, had a lot of fun last night."

"Of course you did. You got to make out with mama until two in the morning. How is that not fun?" I asked. He chuckled a bit and gave me one of his famous smirks. That smirk reminds me everytime why I love him.

"Did you get your work done for history?" Freddie asked, changing the subject.

"You really expect me to get my work done for any class?" I asked. He shook his head.

"Not a chance."

"Which is why I did it. All by myself." I pulled out the history homework from my folder and showed it to him. He was completely shocked.

"And the answers are right, too!"

"Come on, Freddie. I'm not a complete moron." I said, putting the paper back into my folder.

"Never said you were. But it's okay. I like 'em smart." Oh, that smirk again. How I wanna kiss it and slap it at the same time. Just then, Carly ran over to us with a newspaper in her hand. She was completely out of breath.

"Guys! Did you... did you hear?" She asked, trying to catch her breath.

"Hear about what?" Freddie asked.

"A girl that goes to the middle school was found dead in a ditch yesterday." Carly showed us the newspaper article about it.

"Oh my God." Freddie said as he glanced at the newspaper. "That's so awful."

"It says she was beaten to death by a metal object, probably a bat. And the weird thing was that she was found with a yellow smiley-face sticker on her forehead. Like the ones they used to give to little kids at Mal-Mart." Carly explained.

"Man, that's freaky." I said, handing the newspaper to Freddie so he could have a better look at it.

"And the freaky thing is that it happened here in Seattle." Freddie added.

"Yeah, I know. There's a possible killer on the loose." Carly said. I rolled my eyes.

"Please. I'm sure it was someone she knew but then felt bad, so they put a sticker on her head. In most cases, it's someone they know." I said.

"Yeah, and in other cases, it's a psychopath with a chainsaw!" Carly shouted.

"Carly, relax. There's no need to get all worked up about it. If it were some sort of psychopath, they probably have done it before. Has there been any other cases like this before? Where they put a smiley sticker on their victim's forehead?" I asked.

"Well... no."

"Then there you have it. It's probably someone associated with her. Now let's get to class before Howard gives me detention again." I said. To be honest, I was pretty freaked out about the whole situation.

When we got to lunch, the news about the middle school girl's death was the talk around the school. Some people were crying; obviously friends or family with the girl.

"So who do you think did it?" I asked.

"Did what?" Carly asked back.

"You know, beat the girl down to a pulp."

"Sam! Can you show a little bit of compassion? My God, the girl died." Freddie said before Carly could answer. Though, the look on her face showed that she agreed with him.

"Fine, sorry." I said, then shoving a handful of fries into my mouth.

"This is really bad, though. You know how my mom over-reacts about things. When she finds out about the girl, I'll never be able to leave the house ever again." Freddie said.

"Yeah, I know. You won't be able to sneak over at night anymore. She'll have all your windows and doors chained up." I said.

"Not that I want to sneak out anymore with a serial killer on the loose."

"How many times do I have to tell you people? There's no serial killer. She more than likely knew who the person was."

"More than likely. That isn't one-hundred percent." Carly said.

"You guys are going to be the end of me with this topic, aren't you?" I asked. They both shrugged and nodded. I rolled eyes at them and got up. "Seriously, guys. Be realistic."

I spent the rest of the day doing the usual. I went to Carly's after school, made out with Freddie a little bit on her couch, watched Freddie get dragged out of Carly's apartment by his mom, watch Spencer catch something on fire, eat dinner, went home, had a fight with my mom, took a shower, and laid in my bed.

As I laid in bed, I couldn't help but have that girl stuck on my mind. Was it really someone she knew? Could it have been her mom or dad? A sibling? A friend? An enemy? A complete accident? Or are Carly and Freddie right; is there really a killer on the loose in Seattle? Just then, I heard my phone go off. I picked it up from my nightstand. It was a text message from Freddie.

I love you. Be safe tonight. And no sneaking out. ~Freddie

I rolled my eyes, but smiled softly. I loved how he tries being overprotective of me, even though we both know he fails at it. I opened up a new message to send him.

I love you, too. ~Sam

I put my phone back on the nightstand. I let my eyes close slowly, until darkness took over my sight and let me drift peacefully to sleep.

A/N: So, this is my first attempt to write in the "Mystery/Suspense" genre. If it's bad, please tell me so I won't continue. If you like it, please review and let me know (: This story will be pretty short. Probably about 7-8 chapters; more or less. It takes place a couple weeks before Halloween. Yes, this is my iCarly Halloween story... with a hint of Seddie, of course (;

I know Halloween isn't until a month away, but still. I'm in the Halloween mood right now. XD

The title was inspired by the episode iPsycho, where Spencer was trying to kill that fly with an umbrella and yelled "Today's forecast calls for death!" and failed to kill the fly lol.

Read and Review, pleeease (: