Chapter 7

Nevel did nothing. Oh sure, he killed some third-world villagers. And yes, he kept up his game of espionage. But most of the evil he did was preconceived. He had dreamed up half of his works back when he was a child. Back when he had first seen her. That devil, that beguiling little bitch. The worst part was that she did not seduce him on purpose. No, that sort of slutty behavior was beneath her. She ensnared him with a smile, trapped him with her talents, and kept him with her charm. Nevel had wanted her more than anything.

But there had always been something or rather someone, in his way. Freddie had a habit of fighting Nevel. Before the rise of Overlord, before the crew had split up for college, before ICarly even began, the two had always been in each other's way. It was kismet. It was karma.

It was a headache.

But even as America signed over its will to Nevel, there was one nagging doubt; what next? Sure, South America would fall; those countries had pretty much always bent to a dictatorship. And Canada was just as vulnerable to Nevel as America had been. Africa probably would care less if he was in charge. Europe would be problematic, as would Asia, especially the Middle East. Those yahoos would give him trouble, and feel justified doing so. Christians, Muslims, and Jews, at the end of the day, they would not get along.

Nevel snickered at the thought of Freddie putting the millennia long battle to rest. He would turn out to be some kind of guardian angel. Speaking of guarding….

The C.E.O. turned his attention to the room in which he kept Sarah Smith. The hologram burst to life, revealing a pretty young girl who looked like a perfect cross between her mother and father. Her cheeks were round, but she had her father's warm eyes. Nevel growled at her. She was everything he fought against. Breaking her would take time though. Her room was designed to suit her. It was brightly lit, and filled with her favorite things.

Right now she was listening to her mother's old music collection. It was bizarre to see her dancing to 'One Direction'. It was like watching Drake Bell sing New Kids on the Block. Sarah's hair resembled her mother's more than her father's, the long brownish-black locked silkily flew through the air and then gently landed on her shoulders as she spun about. The pop music blared loudly as the captive bounced in time to the beat. When that song ended, Sarah collapsed on her bed, totally spent. Her favorite flowers decorated her dressers, and designer clothes were to be found in every drawer and closet. Chocolates from around the world were wrapped in paper in the corner of the room.

But she was still unhappy. So much like her mother; unhappy with whatever role Nevel played in her life. She could care less if Nevel were to slither away and never come out again.

Well, he was done crawling. He was done bowing to the will of others. He would show her, he would show them all! When he was done, everybody would know who he was! Nevel Papperman was not a loser!