Hey guys, this is an idea that was inspired into my mind thanks to the fanfic, "Speaking Volume," by The Tenderness 3.0. I really hope you guys enjoy it!

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters of Victorious and Icarly. The only things I own are the setting for the boarding school and my original characters.

Chapter 0 Part 1: Welcome to My Hell

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The sharp sound of the school bell echoed fiercely throughout the halls of Ridgeway High school. The routinely ring of the bell was like a beacon of freedom and happiness for many of the students-and even some of the faculty-as the sounds of feet shuffling against the floor and chairs scraping over the floors could already be heard.

"Alright class, we'll stop here and pick up where we left off on Monday," informed a rather elderly looking red-headed woman, as she began to gather her papers for the day. Though her tone of voice was utterly bored and lacked any emotion whatsoever, one could tell that she wasn't exactly a happy camper. This was due to the scowl that seemed to be almost stamped onto her face. Though the scowl was still there, while she was gathering her belongings, the scowl did lighten up just a bit, as she was happy due to her being free from her job for this week. "Remember, be sure to read chapters three through five for the test next week." After announcing that last bit of information, she then practically bolted out of the room, leaving the class to gather their own belongings together.

It didn't take long, as within a matter of seconds, the students were already to their feet and out the door. Well...all except for one.

All the way in the rear of the classroom, a student sat there in near total isolation. This student was a freshman by the name of Freddie-his real name was Fredward, but he preferred Freddie-Benson. All throughout this-actually every-class, while other students would gossip or text among each other whenever the teachers back was turned, or while the few who actually payed attention in class would aid each other in taking notes, he would simply sit there and not make a peep. He wouldn't say a word to anyone and would only speak if the teacher had called on him to answer a question; which was quite rare actually. Regardless of his quietness, he was by no means a lazy, as he would pay attention and follow along just like the others. It was just that he was so withdrawn that no one really paid that much attention to him, and that was how he liked it.

Once he made sure that enough time had gone by, Freddie then made his way over to the door and carefully peaked out through the little glass panel in it. He didn't see anyone standing by or near the door, so he didn't have to worry about bumping into anyone. Deciding everything was okay, he then gently opened the door and made his way out into the halls.

Though it had merely been six minutes since the final bell had rung, Freddie could see that the halls were already flooded with students. Most of them were now at their lockers getting everything together for either a weekend of studying and homework, or for some-actually most-of them, a weekend of fun and goofing off. Every now and then, Freddie would occasionally see a teacher or faculty member happily scampering off to enjoy their own weekend. For some, they weren't alone, as several of them were already surrounded by their friends or their little groups.

Seeing that no one was paying him any real attention-much to his relief-Freddie then went over to his own locker. There was no one around the group of lockers that his was a part of, meaning he didn't have to worry about any of his neighbors today. Looking inside, he checked over his belongings to make sure that none of them had been stolen again. Luckily, everything was actually there this time; which was shamefully, a rarity. He recalled how it'd nearly taken him two whole weeks to find all of his stuff the last time.

So far so good, he thought to himself almost happily, though it leaned more along the lines of cautiously. He'd managed to make it through the last half of the day without anything past the usual insults and teasing. No one had knocked over his tray in lunch or had even dumped the messy contents onto his head. There was no one waiting to ambush him when he left the room, no were there any of the usual vultures stalking around his locker. Maybe...just maybe he would be able to leave for home in peace.

The universe unfortunately, had other plans for him.

Just as he was done getting everything together, his locker door was suddenly slammed shut right in his face. Turning to his left, he was greeted by the smug smile of a blonde boy he knew all too well.

"Hey Fredward, whatcha doing buddy," he asked smugly, as he leaned against one of the lockers. A cocky smile lay across his face as he looked down at the slightly shorter boy.

"Hey Josh, just getting my stuff together to go home," he answered honestly, knowing that it was pointless to try to come up with a lie.

"Oh really? Well let me give you a hand with that," Josh replied as he snatched the remaining books out of his grasp. "Wow man, these books sure are heavy. I don't know if I can hold them," he exclaimed with obvious falseness. Even going so far as to act as though they weighed a ton and that he was quickly losing his balance.

"No it's okay. I can carry them myself," Freddie informed him, trying desperately to avoid what he already knew was coming.

"No dude, it's good. I'm sure I can carry this n-," Josh began, but stopped as he began to wobble more and more. "Uh oh, I'm going to fall! Oh noooo!" With that last bit of bad acting, Josh then tumbled to the floor, though he stopped himself before he actually fell. However, he didn't even attempt to keep Freddie's books from the same fate, as they hit the floor with a rather loud bang. This would draw the attention of some of the students, but seeing who it was, they would either advert their attention or worse, laugh. "Oh man, Freddie I'm so sorry dude! I'm just so-whoops," he started, before acting like he tripped and grabbed onto Freddie's locker door to save himself; in the process opening it. "Whoa, that was a close one. I almost-whoa!" Acting like he tripped again, his hand reached over and found its way inside the locker-or more specifically, on his belongings-as he then pulled it back. The result was nearly all of Freddie's belongings raining sown from his locker like a waterfall.

"Not again," the unfortunate boy mumbled to himself, as he looked at the puddle of mess that now laid at his feet.

"Oh wow, I really am a klutz," he laughed, not even trying to put in his little false generosity.

"No no, it's okay. Thanks for trying to help me though," Freddie thanked him. Though this was actually a forced action, as Freddie had learned from experience that even it he did anything , it would only make things worse for him. So instead of starting a scene, he instead bent over so he could get started on cleaning up the mess.

Nearly as soon as he had begun, he felt something hard hit him in the back, sending him crashing down into the pile. After taking a few seconds to recover from the impact, Freddie then sat up to see that another boy; this one with short brown hair, had snuck up behind him. Just like Josh, Freddie knew this boy well too, if not, better. This was Brad, Josh's best friend and fellow torturer of many, especially one Freddie Benson.

"Aw, did the little loser make a mess again," he asked mockingly, his tone not containing even a hint of kindness. Out of the two, Brad was the worst. Unlike his partner, Brad would actually inflict physical pain onto their victims and he was far more aggressive in terms of what they did. And the worst part of it all was that he actually enjoyed his sick work.

"Looks like it, Brad. Our little Freddie here just keeps having his little accidents," Josh chimed in, as he went over to stand by his friend's side. "Hey Brad, don't you think we should help our little buddy?" Hearing the question being raised, a dark smile came over Brad's face, as he made his way over to the still down boy.

"Yeah, you're right Josh. Let's give little Freddie here a hand." He then gather several of Freddie's possessions; papers, books, pencils, and threw them up into the air. "Hey Josh, don't just stand there and be a jerk, come and help out too," Brad encouraged him, as he too came over to the mess. Following his buddy's lead, Josh gathered his own cluster of things and flung them into the air. The two continued to do this for about a minute, just gathering random pieces of stuff and then tossing them freely into the air above. All the while they did this, they laughed happily as if it were some kind of game.

"Alright, I think we've helped put here enough for today," Brad sighed happily, as he took a quick glance around at their handiwork. The three boys were now completely surrounded in a ring of what use to be school supplies. Within this messy ring, there were multiple sheets of paper; many were ripped and torn in several places. There were also splotches of ink here and there from broken pens, as well as several ripped pages from textbooks that joined the ranks of there torn comrades. Not only that but the bits and pieces of now broken equipment also added to the litter. Basically, it was an absolute wreck.

Seeing the state his property had now been reduced to, all Freddie could do to suppress his anger and not lunge at them, was to ball his hands into fists. And not just simple fists either, but the kind of fist you make that causes pain to shoot through your palm from squeezing too hard.

"Well, I guess we'll leave you to get everything you need together. Let us know if you need some help again sometime. We're always willing to help out the pathetic," Brad laughed, as the two took their leave from their poor victim. Though they didn't leave peacefully, as with every step they took, they made sure that they trampled over and grinded their feet into every piece of the mess that they could. And if that wasn't bad enough, Brad decided to put the icing on the cake with a nice fat spit onto one his books. "See you later, Freddie! Hope you have a good weekend, man!" That was the last thing he heard Brad laugh as he and Josh finally left the boy.

Though he was now free of the two, his ordeal was hardly over. As he attempted to pick up the remains of his destroyed possessions, there were occasional students who would only help to pour salt into the wound. Some would point and laugh at his misfortune, others would throw paper and various other things at him, and there were even those who would kick up his temporarily organized stacks. However, no matter what they did to him, Freddie never once raised a hand or spoke up to stop them.

After several strenuous retries, Freddie finally managed to not only get his things together, but also find and gather the exact materials he needed to go over for the weekend. However, this accomplishment was a bit bittersweet, as by the time he finished, the only ones left at the school were himself, a few faculty members and several custodians. Looking at a nearby clock on the wall, he saw that it was already twenty minutes past the time school was over!

Wow, time really does fly when you have to clean up other people's mess, he thought glumly, as he made his way out the front doors and into the world. The moment he stepped outside, he found his eyes being hit with the powerful brightness of the Sun's rays. The sudden brightness caused him to briefly shield his eyes as he waited for them to adjust to the lighting of their new surroundings.

"I don't know what's worse, the way things are going...or the fact that I'm actually starting to get use to it all," he said to himself as he started to make his way home. However, just as soon as he started, he soon found himself stopping in his tracks. His body started to shake as he could feel them coming. "I guess Brad was right about something after all. I really am pathetic," he managed to choke out, as he wiped away the tears that fell down his face. Though these weren't tears of pure sadness. Within those tears there was also pain, anger, regret, hate and so many other emotions all rolled into one. They were truly the tears of one's heart.

Wiping the last of the tears away, Freddie decided to brave through the emotions that plagued his heart and continued again onward to home. After all, he wouldn't have to worry about any of that for two whole days, as he would soon be returning to the one place in the world that made him feel accepted and truly happy; home.

AN: I have watched and read several good battle harem anime and manga; such as Rosario Vampire, High School DxD and Sekirei. And for a while now, I've wanted to see a harem story like one of those with either Icarly or Victorious. Then one day, I stumbled upon a little story called, "Speaking Volume," and my wishes were answered! The fanfic is written well and is very exciting. In fact, after reading it, I was inspired to create my own battle harem fanfic. And so, here it is! The story will feature none other than Freddie Benson as our main character. And if some of you were wondering why Carly and Sam weren't at school with him, it's because the Icarly trio have never met in this universe and will meet at the boarding school. Anyway, this is merely the first half to the prologue and the second half will be coming soon. Hope you guys enjoy it, please read and review!