Ok here we go this is my first story I've ever published to let anyone read ever that wasn't for a class so sorry if it sucks but hey whatever.
warning this story will have violence drugs and sexual activity probably not any actual sex details but implied maybe discussed throughout not sure yet but thought I would go ahead and warn you anyway.
Disclaimer: I do not own Icarly
In a dark alley on an overcast night nothing stirs as Fredward Benson slowly makes his way down the alley carrying a large duffel bag around his shoulder making sure that no one is following him checking every corner he comes to. Slowly puffing on his black n mild cigar and having this unshakable feeling that something is off. He knew that he shouldn't be doing what he is, but that was his whole life anymore, just a string of events that he just can't seem to get out of. Finally he stopped in back of a rundown apartment building taking another slow long puff off his smoke his mind kept racing at a rate of a mile a minute thinking to himself all the ways that he has ended up in this alley as his mind wandered his trembling hand started to reach into his side feeling the outline of a holster just to be sure that he had his hand gun on him. Any time he did a job he always carried it with him even though he had never actually used it for anything except a few pot shots here and there. Another drag brings him to the moment he left Seattle and came to this city to attend college man things had really changed in the past 6 years he had dropped out of school and completely lost contact with anyone from his past which was probably best considering his current profession and what he had done to those that he left behind no it was definitely better for him to not be there anymore. The next drag brings him to the thoughts of earlier this evening and how he had gotten this particular drop tonight.
**Flashback**
Freddie was sitting on the couch in his living room flying high as he played a random computer game with some random women passed out next to him. He didn't know what it was but every time he had sex anymore he couldn't sleep he would just stay up and either plays a game or does some non sensical activity that had no real point and never accomplished anything. While playing through some boring level he looked to the side of his computer next to the computer on his coffee table was a glass mirror and while looking into the mirror he noticed how shaggy he looked with his hair being almost long enough to have a small pony tail and a scruffy shadow lining his face it wasn't full on mountain man style beard but still if he thought back to when he was younger he had always been so well maintained and groomed something that his mother had always insisted upon. Freddie then just shrugged his shoulders and went back to his game when the door burst open. And standing there with two goons was his boss Frankie "the pick".
Freddie was a little shocked as Frankie usually never came to anyone's home he usually only summons people to see him it doesn't work the other way around. "Hey Frankie what's up"
"Just came to see my favorite delivery boy. I see that you have been busy tonight haven't ya" as he says this a small smirk creeps across his face as he eyes the unconscious blonde girl on the couch. He whispers something to goon number one who slowly walks over to the couch grabs the girl and carries her to Freddie's bedroom "This way we can talk a little more privately without having to worry about the girl over hearing out shop talk eh"
Freddie just nods "Oh well that's cool… uh can I get you anything Frankie a drink, a smoke anything? Maybe?" while asking Freddie comes to his feet to show respect only to realize that his pants are still down around his ankles. His face flushes over the embarrassment and he quickly bends down to pull his pants up while Frankie slowly approached him coming to be right in front of him with him looking up at Frankie.
"Well there is one thing you could get me" with that Freddie shot upright so that he could be face to face with his boss.
"What's that Frank?" as soon as the last syllable was out of his mouth he was struck with a strong slap to the face then another in a sweeping backhand motion the ring on his hand slicing Freddie's cheek open slightly.
"You can get me my FUCKING MONEY; you know the money you stole from your last delivery"
"But I didn't take any mon..." he was cut off with another smack
"Don't treat me like an idiot because I am definitely not a fucking idiot okay Freddie you thought you could skim from the top" while speaking he started to use a high pitched mocking tone "a little here a little there oh Frankie makes so much money he will never even notice the little bit that I have taken for my own greedy self. Well Freddie you can't you dumb, arrogant, little son of a bitch that was my motherfucking money and I want my fucking money back or you will just have to find out first hand why they call me the pick, got it Freddo" just as he finished his tirade he threw a punch straight into Freddie's gut making him curl over only being held up by Franks grip on his hair, and all Freddie could think is that maybe the long hair wasn't such a good idea after all.
"Yeah Frank I got it and I'll get you your money I just need a couple of days" as he spoke Frank raised Freddie back to the standing position and had started to rub the back of his hand on Freddie's cheek staring into his eyes with this strange pouty face that he did sometimes when he was thinking.
"See Freddie now I don't know why you have to be like that and make me have to punish you. It does not please me to have to do that but you really left me no choice at all now did you" Freddie shook his head no while still being caressed be Frank "Fine fine take few days, in the mean time I need you to take a delivery of our finest to Murph, and this time I better get the entire load of cash got it"
"Yeah I got it Frank" with that a smile came to Frankie's lips as Frankie started to cup his cheek.
"now I still don't get why you would want to steal from me Freddie I mean who took you in when you were living on the street penniless and taught you the business, Who provided all the clothes on your back, who gave you everything even love and affection huh, who did that for you?"
"You did Frank"
"That's right and are you going to try anything this stupid again in the future"
"No Frank never again"
"I know you won't, now let's go ahead try a little sample to of the delivery product before you go" with that goon number two threw a large duffel on the mirror on the table and Frank took out a little baggie filled with white powder dumping a small pile onto the table and grabbing the razor blade I had on the table and started to make four lines of about equal size. Then he took out a small tube and handed it to Freddie gesturing towards the table. Freddie took it bent down and made two of the lines disappear just like that and handed the tube to Frank who then did the same. Frank then rose to his feet and Freddie did the same. Once standing Frank took Freddie into an embrace and as he pulled away from the he kissed Freddie.
"Goodbye Freddie" with that he released his grip and took his goons out the door turning one more time wryly smiling back at him then he was gone. And Freddie collapsed onto the couch and took a deep breathe.
