"Oh no," I yelped as I almost fell to the ground then stumbled to get to my feet. I shuffled out of my last period hobbling with textbook after textbook piled high in my two arms. I'm guessing teachers just give you these to carry around as another form of torture that you have to endure other than the mountains of hopeless homework that they expect the very next day. It's not like anyone actually learned anything from them except for how to mispronounce almost every five words you read. Not what I call a good way to spend your time.

As I got to my locker, barely staying on my feet, I opened it up and found a red note sitting casually on the top shelf. "What the-" I mumbled under my breath and quickly threw my textbooks on the locker floor. I grabbed the little card and read the printed text carefully.

I am going to make you pay Sam!

- Your Enemy

What was this? Why would anyone give me this? It was another mysterious thing I didn't want to know about or even think about. I had to call Carly because I would never be able to understand this as much as her.

I plunged into my book bag, that of course I would never use for books, and got a hold of my green glimmering cellphone. I dialed Carly's number frustrated and getting madder by the second. No one messed with me and everyone should have known that. It's not like someone would ever think of threatening me if they knew what I would do to them. If they thought I would get all nervous and shook up then they were dead wrong. They must not know me that well to think of the consequences of their actions and especially of mine.

I was so drowned in my thoughts I almost forgot about the phone call. The ringing stopped and it went to voice mail. "Come on!" I shouted out loud and threw my phone to the ground almost breaking it. I bent down to pick it back up and then noticed all my classmates staring at me. I laughed a little like it was all a big joke and stiffly shut my locker door about to head out. They all slowly turned back to their current activities and I let of a sigh of relief.

I hadn't seen Carly or Freddie since fifth period and it was getting strange that they didn't seem to be around. Not just that but Carly didn't even answer her phone which she always had turned on after school. They must have just been at Carly's house getting straight to work on the space themed iCarly episode this week. I didn't even see Carly at her locker but it was bound to be because I was taking so long getting there with those textbooks. Also since I had to stay after class because I kind of set off a stink bomb during the last period which the Health Teacher said was very rude of me. Believe me I could do ruder things than that and I didn't exactly even set if off that day. It was meant to go off on a later date instead, darn the properties of unstable science and hobo street sellers everywhere.

I was getting hungry and not only because the only thing to eat was mystery meat, but because I couldn't think on an empty stomach. Plus there was no mystery about the meat, I could tell right away it wasn't any normal meat that I have loved since I can remember, it was just better to steer clear of whatever those kid hating hairless lunch ladies would come up with to feed us.

I walked annoyed, taking the regular path on the sidewalk this time, straight to my house. I was told to meet at Carly's house right away but Spencer being Spencer probably was drinking ketchup or playing pack rat or something else weird instead of buying even a slice of baloney that I could eat. "Better first go home and snatch myself a t-bone steak from the fridge than continue to go on hungry," I muttered one block away from my home.

When I charged inside and to the refrigerator I saw a glimpse of my mom passed out on the couch. Nothing strange there. I opened the fridge to find it bare and groaned helplessly closing it with great force.

I left the dirty yellow stained kitchen that I swear was once white and I stomped to my mother's side. I nudged and poked her to get up but it was to no avail. I strode back into the kitchen and obtained a plastic blue bowl from a rusty cabinet and filled it with cold sparkling water. I went back to the couch and leisurely tossed the water onto my mother in an attempt to get a response. It splashed over her clothes and face as she abruptly woke up in shock.

"What the heck Sam!" My mother yelled at me as she recovered from her fright.

"Good, you're up, I'm glad I didn't have to get the blow horn this time." I said sitting down on the opposite seat from the couch and propped my feet up on the coffee table.

"What did you do that for I swear it was a mistake to ever have you…" She mumbled moving her hands in frantic gestures. She seized a ratty blanket she'd had for years and immediately secured it around her shivering body.

"Alright now that you are fully awake where is did all the food go!" I said calmly at first and then raised my voice at the last bit of the sentence.

"God Sam, why do you always have to be this way! We have no food, or meat for that matter because my butcher boyfriend dumped me a few hours ago and took all his meat with him. Not to mention slipped all of our other produce in his jacket. Sneaking Son of a..." She started to murmur things and went off into curses and unheard insults whispering insanely. She then sighed and closed her eye for a second trying to retain her thoughts and then shook off the overused blanket. After that she picked herself up and grabbed her keys unlocking the door.

"Where are you going?" I asked in an uncaring voice but still mad about the lack of food in my system. Not even a decent fat free fat cake in sight.

"I'm going to the bar, where else? Oh and wait a second." She said and looked around the floor for something. "Here it is, it's for you." She said picking up and handing me a white envelope.

I took it and stared at it confused because no one ever sent me a letter, not even my relatives in prison did. I shot my look back up to my mom but the door was wide open and she was already gone from my sight. She reappeared in my vision emerging from behind a giant bush that once blocked my view and then jumped into our filthy junky pick-up.

For a few seconds I stared numbly at the car pulling out of our driveway bumping into the neighbors fence twice and then smashing into our mailbox tipping it slightly over."She doesn't even have her drivers license back," I uttered while rolling my eyes.

I watched her swerve left and right and wondered how much worse her driving would be when she wasn't sober. I erased the thought from my mind of the limitless amount of police cars that would soon be hot on her trail and I finally headed out the door about to leave.

I clutched the envelope in my hand and went on my way to Carly's house. 'She is going to murder me if I don't get there soon' I thought as I strolled down to her apartment building.

As I was still walking I teared open the envelope I was holding and found a neatly written letter.

Sam Puckett,

I sent this to inform you that your friend Carly has been taken and there is nothing you can do about it!

From: You Know Who

I paused for what seemed to be an hour and let the whole meaning of the letter sink in and completely consume me. It was far more than the red noted threat. This was not a warning but a truth and a pretty bad truth at that.

"Oh no they didn't!" I spoke angrily walking in a faster pace. I stuffed the letter into my book bag and hurriedly retrieved my phone. I was too worried for Carly to dial in Spencer's number so I went to contacts and pressed Spencer's name. The only reason he was on my contacts list was because Carly put it there just in case I couldn't reach her and I bet if she was kidnapped the person who took her wouldn't be so kind as to let her keep her cellphone.

"Come on, pick up..." I murmured as no one yet answered the phone.

"Hey, Hey, Hey!" A sparky voice expressed.

"It's me Spencer is Carly there?" I blurted out wasting no time. No doubt she wasn't there but I had to still check anyway. There was a sudden silence on the phone and then I could hear a roaring fire in the background come out of no where. "Spencer is something going on over there?" I said exasperated waiting for a response.

"Oh My God, hey Sam, sorry but I can't talk right now my rooster sculpture I'm working on just caught on fire! Awww, stop gnawing at my masterpiece! I got to go, bye!" Spencer said trying to talk over the loud fire causing static on the line. I heard a few more yells from Spencer and some sprinkling of water, the smoke detector must have been activated, and then he hung up.

"What just happened?" I announced beyond bewilderment. I was near Carly's apartment and I jogged inside. There sitting at his desk was Lewbert in all his disgusting wort glory.

He saw me come in and his face cringed up in repulse. "Eww! I hate kids, get out of my lobby!" He said moving about in a crazy pattern. He was so weird and he loathed me and anyone else I knew but I sure didn't care.

"My friends happen to live here!" I said walking past him to the elevator. It was out of order so I lept to the stairs entrance and skittered up them. Lewbert was about the say something but I went up faster because I didn't want to get into any needless arguments at the moment.

When I finally got up to Carly's and Freddie's floor I instantly knocked on Carly's door. I saw Spencer look through the peephole seeing me looking straight back at him. Since he of course knows better than to not open the door to have me knock it down, he speedily unlocks it for me.

"Sam, hey I'm sorry but Carly's not-" Spencer began to say but I directly interrupted him.

"Yeah I know, that's what I was worried about and needed to talk to you about." I declared trying to make sense of all the current events that have happened so far. I rushed in and sat my bookbag carelessly on the couch. I reached in and snatched the note I found in my locker and the letter I got the recently. I shoved them in Spencer's face and he stepped back a bit.

"Whoah! Hey, what's going on, what are these?" He said confused taking the two pieces of hateful paper into his hands to examine them closer. He scanned each one in amazement and sudden urgency.

"Where did you get these?" Spencer stated without any particular tone but I could tell he was wishing that they were just a prank.

"The red note was in my locker and the letter I got from home. Carly's been kidnapped and we got to find her!" I said full of growing intensity. I then realized we should tell Freddie about what happened. Spencer blinked a few times not wanting to believe what he just heard. But he quickly grasped what was happening and got very angry.

"Someone has kidnapped Carly?! If anyone dares harm her I will give him what's coming to him! No one will ever do anything to her. Let's get going now!" Spencer said getting very mad. He loved his sister and I know he wouldn't ever let anything bad happen to her.

"I'll go get Freddie!" I drew a long sigh losing control of reality, and started up the stairs to the iCarly studio. Spencer was so consumed in his worry and for Carly's life he barely noticed my presence leave.

"Wait, Sam, Freddie's not here!" Spencer called out from the bottom of the stairs wishing to waste no more time as to hurry and start search for Carly.

"What? Then where is he? He was supposed to meet Carly and me here after school." I explained uneasy unable to say anything yet further. I felt a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach the way you do when watching a survival reality T.V. show when they are forced to eat live worms or pieces of snake meat. If Freddie was kidnapped too... I couldn't even think about it.

"He hasn't showed up at all day since I saw him and Carly leave this morning." He said strained with sadness and growing rage.

Whenever something bad happened to Carly Spencer would always be for her this I know from all his previous actions. Right now he wasn't much his awkward crazy self anymore and it couldn't be helped until we got Carly. I was a heavy sigh which I seemed to be doing more lately. Of course I was getting really worried because she was my true best friend and I wasn't going to let anything happen to her even if I had to search everywhere.

"I'll be right back, I'll go check if Freddie's at home and then we can head on our way." I announced leaving Spencer quietly alone as the weight of what was happening kept pounding on me. I was far too scared to think of anything else except for the fact that both my boyfriend and Carly were for real, kidnapped.

I knocked on the door rather loudly and persistently across from Carly's apartment. I waited for someone to look through the peephole or answer through the door but nothing happened. I stood there for a few minutes at least getting uncomfortably nervous. What if they had Freddie too? What if he wasn't home and I was just wasting more time.

Then I could hear soft cries of despair and what seemed like sorrow filled was coming closer and closer and I could hear more distinctively who it was.

Mrs. Benson slightly opened the door showing her tear stained face through the crack of which I could see. "Oh it's you.." She whispered and then started to whimper even more. She widened the crack as more tears overwhelmed her puffy bloodshot eyes.

With shock and lost hope I asked what was wrong, fearing it would be bad news. I was never one to really understand the way Mrs. Benson acted but right at this moment I understood her pain more than ever. If what I was thinking was true I was going to go insane. I needed Freddie and I needed him now in this situation. Spencer completely knew the terror but I wanted Freddie to be here as well. I didn't know if I could actually find Carly without his nerdiness that I have grown to miss.

Mrs. Benson glanced up from the fixed spot on the ground she was staring at and answered me full with deep mixed emotions, "He's gone."


Author's Note:

This is my first piece of FanFiction so I hope it isn't horrible. I enjoy to read the reviews and feedback and I will try my best to make the characters with the same personalities from the iCarly T.V. show. If I don't make them exactly as they are supposed to be I am sorry but I am not perfect. I do hope that I have more comments after I start making more chapters. This probably won't be a very long story but I really want you all to like it. ;)