A/N: When I'm publishing new Chapter, I think about the things, which should I write in the Author's Note. But nothing comes to my mind and it makes me feel... awkward.

iCarlyWriter - thank you so much for a such a nice review. :)

The Volcanologist - I think every writer loves putting a suspence and cliffhangers in his stories. ;) And I'm really glad you updated your story, I'll review it soon, be sure!

jimbo74 - thanks. I couldn't kill Sam... just no. She's one of my favourite characters. :)

green aura - I really love your ideas for my story. They give me a lot of inspiration.

Kyle McShade - yes, I definitely LOVE cliffhangers! *evil laugh* I'm glad you like 'my' Spencer. Of course, I love weird and wacky side of him (and who doesn't?), but in this story I want to make him much more mature than ever before. You'll see in this Chapter.

iShipSeddie - remember to breathe, please. ;)

What about the Chapter? Well, I can say it's a next chapter with many action inside. I also can say that in this chapter there's gonna be a HUGE Spencer's moment! Although I think this chapter is quite unreal, I didn't change it, 'cause I realize that in the 'iCarly' world everything is possible. ;)

Enjoy!


Chapter Ten

"What?!" Carly and Freddie turn around at the same time and look out of the window. Indeed, they notice a black car right behind them. The windows are darkened and they don't see the driver, but they don't need to see him to know, who is he. "What are we gonna do?" asks panicked Carly. She loses all her tiredness in one second, an adrenaline boils in her veins, getting to the brain and make him work intensively.

"I think we should ride to Bushwell as far we can," Freddie suggests.

"He'll follow us anyway," squeezes Carly. They feel a bump at once - black Audi hits their car. "He's gonna kill us," scared girl whispers, sighing deeply. Along with Freddie she looks at Spencer, waiting for his reaction. Meanwhile, Audi hits the car again. "What will we do?" she asks once again, looking at her brother, frightened.

"Nothing," says Spencer calmly. "We'll get back to Bushwell and wait for dad."

"You think it's possible?" asks Freddie in anxious, turning around to look at the black Audi right behind them again. "I'm not sure if he let go..."

"I'm not sure if he attack us on a park lot near to one of the biggest skyscrapers in Seattle." Spencer tries to make his voice calm, but Carly notices he clenches his hands on the steering wheel.

Before anyone manages to say anything, Carly's phone is ringing. The girl grabs him and opens her eyes widely in a shock.

"What?" Freddie peeks in above her arm.

"Unknown number," she whispers. She feels anxious friend and brother's gazes at herself. "It's him."

"Accept it, but turn up the speakerphone," suggests Freddie.

Carly's doubtful for a while, but finally she pushes the accept button. The car is filled by murderer's voice, "There's a bomb under your car. Ride toward old, unused Sea-Tac lane or I'll push a little red button... and your lovely car will 'boom'." They hear a demoniacal laugh, which made their blood frozen. After a moment the killer ends up the call.

All of them are extremely scared. Carly opens her eyes widely and looks at Freddie, then at Spencer. They are both pale, the girl guesses that she's probably too.

"You think he can telling truth?" asks Freddie quietly by a breaking in fear voice.

"That man is able to do anything," Carly answers. "We can't risk."

"Putting a bomb under a car doesn't take five minutes... How come he did it, remembering that he's the most wanted man in a whole state?" wonders Spencer.

"Maybe he's not working alone," Freddie suggests. "I think we should ride where he told us..."

"Carly, send dad a text and tell him to come to the Sea-Tac." Spencer's clearly doubtful, but changes the direction and after a moment they're riding I-5 with the black Audi right behind them. Freddie and Carly turn around every few seconds, even Spencer looks in the rearview uncertainly.

"I'm scared," Carly whispers, when they're turning toward Sea-Tac. No one answers her.

They ride in two-miles-long Sea-Tac lane, which hasn't been used for few years. Nowadays young drivers learn how to drive here or thrills fans organise night races. The lane is empty, but Freddie isn't sure if is it a coincidence, or the murderer arranged everything. The boy wonders, how come this man manage to do this all - at first those murders, then escaping from arrest, now following them... How come didn't the police catch him? If this man doesn't left any mark? But it's impossible...

Suddenly Spencer starts to ride much faster and then, even more suddenly, turns left, parking the car crosswise the lane. Freddie, who didn't expect this, hits his face in the bolster and a moment later he feels pulsing pain in his nose and warm blood above his upper lip.

"Hide behind the car," says Spencer quickly, before Freddie manages to say anything.

"What are you going...?" starts Carly by a scared voice, but her brother only spins his head and tells them to leave once again. Both of them flit obediently behind the car in the moment, when Pitcain parks his car crosswise the way. "Oh my God, what happend to you?" whispers scared Carly, when they're crouching behind the car.

"I hit the bolster," mutters Freddie. And I left my septum there, I suppose, he adds in his thoughts gloomily. "It's nothing big, shh" he shuts her up, when Carly open the mouth to add something.

Slowly and cautiously they look above the car and see Spencer, who's standing opposite Pitcain grabbing a gun in his hand. Carly feels a lump of fear and anxious in her throat.

"There's no bomb under the car, am I right?" asks Spencer, narrowing his eyes. He tries not to show his fear to the man standing opposite him at all costs. He's got no plan, nothing specific comes to his mind. He know only one thing - he must protect Carly. He would've never think that he would able to die for her, but it seems life verifies all our plans.

"Of course you are." Pitcain smiles in a terrifying way, there's a madness in his eyes. Spencer thinks that this man is probably very mentally sick, maybe it would justify his behaviour... But is anything able to justify murdering seven people (Spencer hopes it won't be ten people soon)?

Pitcain raises his gun. He mustn't get closer to kids, he mustn't get closer to Carly, thinks Spencer frantically.

"It was such a clever idea," he says, playing for a time. It's the only thing what comes to his mind - postpone the inevitable. Dad's is on the way, he'll be here soon... Spencer puts all his hopes in dad. But before he comes, he must protect Carly.

"Like all my ideas." Mad man's face brights up in complacency.

"You had to work hard to do this all," Spencer says slowly. For a second in his mind appears a thought, that if he butter him up, he'll let them go away, but this thought disappears as fast as it appeared. It's stupid... that man killed seven innocent teenagers cold-blooded, he won't hesitate to add some new people to this list.

"Oh, yeah," admits Pitcain, still smug. "I have to admit, sometimes I really needed to toil in to stay unrecognized... especially, when I escaped from arrest. But the police is so inefficient... I can ride next to the police station and they won't even notice that they've got the most wanted man in whole state just for asking." He smiles contemptuously.

"And you were working alone?" Where's dad? Did he receive Carly's text? Did he notice that they're in a mortal danger right now?, Spencer wonders and feels a cold shiver through all his body. Pitcain still aims at him by gun, he may shoot in every moment... But - surprisingly - Spencer's not afraid of death (he would like to stay alive, though), he's only afraid that something bad can happen to Carly. Carly needs to be safe.

"Yes, I was working alone. All those great killers who had murdered hundreds of people and gotten caught, were making one big mistake - they shared their plans with somebody. I don't need nobody, my brain is enough."

"But you're telling me this all." What should he do? How can he protect himself from a man with a gun? If he was Chuck Norris, he could catch the bullets... Spencer wants to laugh, but when he looks at gun's barrel pointed at him, he changes his mind. He knows he can die in every moment and if somebody today's morning told him he would be in this kind of situation, he would laugh at him. All events of last hours beg to tame and organize them, but there's no time now, now there's only him, the killer with his gun and a cold wind.

"Dead people can keep secrets." Pitcain smiles ominously once again. Actually, my life isn't so bad, Spencer thinks. He remembers those time, when - usually after few beers, in the Socko's flat - he was grumbling at his life, at the fact that he'd never had a girlfriend longer than six months, at fact that some foreign kids are running in his apartment all the time... but in the other hand, living with Carly makes him happy. His little cute sister he loves more than life. He's able to die for her. Literally, he adds, looking at the barrel.

"So... you're going to... kill me now?" He swallows in anxiety, his heart start to pound faster. If Pitcain... just theoretically... hoping it won't happen... but if Pitcain kill him, Spencer, will he keep kids alive? Carly needs to be safe. Why has he chosen them? What's his purpose? Spencer thinks that this man is so mentally sick that he's murdering just for joy...

"Oh, yeah. I think so." Spencer feels a cold shiver coming through all his body. He won't survive, he won't run away, there's no escape way, but even if there was, he wouldn't leave Carly. He doesn't want to die, but he thinks that dying for a loved person is a beatiful way to die. "You're a good man, aren't you?" asks Pitcain suddenly and Spencer raises his eyebrows. "You're able to die for your cute baby sister, am I right?"

"Kill me, but not her," blurts out Spencer, not aware that face of Carly hidden behind the car is shining due to tears.

"Aww, it's so sweet," the killer says, but there's no smile on his face anymore. He moves the gun in the right, then down.

Spencer knows, what it means.

"RUN!" he yells and starts running. He glances over his shoulder hastily and sees Carly and Freddie running in the opposite direction.

Pitcain shoots few times and a moment later air is teared by a huge explosion and the car is ablaze. A power of explosion knocks Carly and Freddie back around five yards. They try to hide their faces in arms to minimalise wounds, but they fall hardly on the ground. Carly feels piercing pain in arm and from Freddie's nose spouts blood again and he feels a pain on his knees. Both of them, falling, beat their bones and rip skin and their bodies starts to blood out.

"Carly!" The girls hears a frightened voice of her brother. She wants to answer him that she's okay, but she can't move, every inch of her body is in pain.

"COME BACK!" screams Pitcain, losing control. Carly and Freddie stands up slowly and goes toward him obediently, pale in fear, looking at the gun.

Spencer stops and turns around. No, it can't end like that, he can't allow kids, he can't allow Carly to be nearer this psycho...

"Carly, don't-" he tries to say, but loses voice, when Pitcain turns around to him. His face looks like Halloween mask, it's beastly twisted in a madness.

"SHUT UP!" he yells and aims at Spencer.

Everything happens in one second.

There's a gunshot, Spencer falls at the ground, moaning, Carly screams, frightened and wants to run to her brother, Freddie grabs her, the girl is squirming and struggling.

No, it's impossible, she thinks, scared. It couldn't happen... She tries to yank few more times, but Freddie is stronger and doesn't let her. Why is he doing it? They can't leave Spencer... All her thoughts focus at him, for a while she forgets that there's a man opposite her who's aiming at her by gun, she wants to be next to Spencer, she calls his name, but he doesn't reply, Carly doesn't see his face, blood is boiling in her veins, her cheeks are burning, she feels incredibly mad at this man, at the killer who made so much harm in her life, who attacked her best friend, her brother and wants to kill her now, but she won't allow it, for the first time in her life she feels so furious, she's ready to pick this man's eyes out with bare hands, but Freddie's still holding her and she can't proceed a single step, let me out, Freddie, you don't understand...

"Shh, Carly, calm down," whispers Freddie to her ear. "If you don't calm down, he'll kill us..."

But Carly doesn't care anymore, she doesn't give a damn, what will happen, because if Spencer is dead, her life doesn't make any sense anymore...

"Do you hear your friend, Carly?" asks Pitcain by a ironically and sweet voice. "Calm down or I'll kill you... what makes no sense, 'cause I'm gonna kill you anyway..."

"So do it!" Carly yells. She's not controlling herself, emotions gain the upper hand. "You've wanted to kill us for two weeks, so do it now! And maybe you're scared? Are you scared?!" she cries so loud she's feeling a pain in throat. "You're scared, you're scared through all your life, you think you're hero, but you're just a coward, 'cause you can't fight with your problems! You coward, you coward, YOU COWARD!" she yells and tears stream down her face.

Freddie's surprised, when he notices, that the murderer looks like Carly had hit his head by a saucepan. He's amazed and scared of his friend's behaviour - he's never seen her like this. Sam is always the furious one, but not Carly, Carly, who always looks for a rational explanation and compromise. And now this peaceful and nice Carly is crying out and wants to fight with a man, who shot to her brother...

Freddie, still holding Carly, looks at Spencer. He's kneeling at the asphalt, embracing himself and his head is lowered. Intrigued Freddie notices that there's no blood on his body, but there should be, Spencer has been shot in a stomach...

"You...?" the killer utters, able to saying again. "You're calling me a coward? I've killed seven people, I've hurt much more and you're calling me a coward, you..." He can't find adequate words.

Carly yells something back, but Freddie's focused on Spencer. The boy is surprised, when Spencer stands up and then Freddie gets it.

Spencer is pretending.

Freddie with all his strenght restrain to say something. He doesn't know, what Spencer is planning, but since he has noticed that he's okay, he feels relieved.

If you may feel relieved, when someone is pointing at you with a gun.

I'm begging, end it all, he thinks. Anybody, please, come and save us...

"Nobody will save you," the killers says, like's he's been reading in his mind. "Who will find you on this unused airport lane? The police? But when they'll come, it'll be too late..."

We're going to die now, Freddie thinks, but he's strangely relaxed. She feels that Carly stops yanking, she's getting calm to, when she sees Spencer standing up - and when she knows this is the end.

Freddie doesn't want to die, but can anybody decide about his death? He's only sixteen and the whole world is open to him, but Freddie is calm. The only thing he wants now, it's ending all of it. He feels that Carly wants to fight, but it's overshadowed by her fear.

"I'm curious, what is the dying like?" says Pitcain, like they'd been sitting and drinking a afternoon tea. "I don't know, I've never died..."

He aims at Carly's chest. A bullet will pierce her heart and then Freddie's heart. He'll die, holding in his arms the girl, who he's in love with and who has never been in love with him. It's a nice death.

The murderer puts his finger on the trigger.

A scream of scare stick in Carly's throat.

Freddie closes his eyes.

He hears the gunshot and expects a piercing pain, but - surprisingly, he feels nothing. So? It's already done? Is death really so easy and painless? He still feels Carly's body in his arms. Is it possible that he'll come with Carly to Heaven and they'll be together forever?

"Oh my God!" he hears Carly's frightened scream. Are they already in the Heaven?

He's hesitant for a while, but finally gets brave enough and opens the eyes.

He's still standing on unused Sea-Tac lane, he's still holding Carly and he's still feeling a cold air on his neck.

He's still alive.

But how come...?

He looks at the place, where Pitcain was standing just a moment earlier. He's lying on the ground now, with the face pressed to cold asphalt and with arms twisted on his back. Spencer's crouching on him, pressing killer's wrists by a knee. He grabs Pitcain's gun.

But what...? How...?

"Spence!" Carly yells. Her brother turns around to her and spins his head. Carly stops half-step obediently. Spencer notices that he's grabbing a gun in his hand and throws it away, like it's been poisoned. Pitcain jerks furiously, trying to break away, but Spencer - surprisingly - seems to be stronger than him. He hits him in occiput and make Pitcain unconscious.

"How did he.. what...?" utters Freddie, still can't organize his thoughts. How come didn't Pitcain shoot them, if he was pointing just at Carly and him?

Carly feels that her knees are bending. She gets overhelmed by strange weakness suddenly, like all events of evening culminated and hit her with twice power. Dark cloak of pain covers her. She winces and falls to the knees. She's trying to put her hands on the ground, but she can't feel hard and rough asphalt, like the earth had fled from her feets. Someone probably grabs her arms, she hears a siren, she sees blurred, pulsating blue and red lights and then she tilts and falls into darkness, finally giving her body a break.