I didn't get a lot of reviews for the last chapter, but I guess that's what you get after not updating for so long, I just hope that people will see that I'm updating this story again and start reading it again.
"What's happening?" I ask.
"I… I don't know." Freddie says. He falls to the ground. A couple of seconds later I do too. Before my eyes completely close I see people with masks come inside. I notice that one of those people has long red hair. Everything goes dark.
Chapter 12: When everything seems lost
Sam's POV:
Whenever I would pass out or fall asleep I would always dream something. I would dream nightmares and people I couldn't clearly remember, I would've given anything to just once, not dream anything. Now I'd give anything to have a dream, even if it would be another nightmare, I'd rather have that than this nothingness I'm experiencing right now. I can't hear, see, speak or even move. I can't feel my body, but at the same time I seem to be aware of my state. I know that someone kidnapped me and Freddie. Actually, I know Missy kidnapped me and Freddie. But am I really asleep? I try to move the body I don't feel, but nothing works. I struggle with all I have, but it's useless. Suddenly I think I can feel my arm, but it seems numb and I can't move it. Slowly I start to get feeling back in the rest of my body. At first I can barely feel it, but after a couple of minutes I am definitely aware of my body. I struggle to open my eyes, put my full concentration on them and will them to open and after a few minutes of struggling they do, but to my surprise I'm met with darkness. Maybe I didn't open my eyes after all? I blink a couple of times to make sure my eyes are open. They are. It's so dark I can't see anything. I decide to try to move, so I put all of my energy on moving my hand. Finally I move my fingers and that's when I realize that I'm laying on the ground and that the ground under me is cold and hard, how did I not notice this before? I slowly sit up.
"Freddie?" I ask. I'm surprised at how quietly that comes out.
"Freddie?" I ask louder. No answer. Maybe he's not in this… room? Is this even a room? I try to stand up, but my shaky legs give out and I end up on the ground again. This time instead of trying to stand I get on my knees and start crawling around. My hands touch something in front of me. It feels like a wall. I move my hands up the wall and putting most of my weight on the wall slowly stand up. I try to not start panicking, freaking out is not going to help me or anyone, but that's not easy to do, because I can't see anything around me, I don't know where I am, I don't know where Freddie is and I don't know who or what else can be in this room with me. I hear a drop and freeze. What was that? Then there's another drop and I realize that it's very close to me. I try to find the sores of the strange sound with my hands, somehow I end up touching my left arm with my right one. I hiss in pain and quickly pull my hand back, because I start feeling an intense pain in my left arm. I feel something wet and sticky on my right palm where I touched my left arm. Wait a minute… is that blood? To my horror I start to feel what I can only assume is blood dripping down my left hand, how could I possibly not notice that my arm is bleeding? In my panic I lose my grip on the wall and fall down on my back. A door opens right next to me, I hear footsteps come inside the room. There's a click and suddenly the room is so bright I can barely see. Without even really thinking about it I move backwards, press my back to the wall and put my knees up to my chest. I finally look up to see a girl I recognize as Missy standing in front of me. The big door closes behind me. Now that the light is on I see that the room I'm in isn't really big or really small and that it has grey walls.
"Oh my God, are you okay?" Missy asks looking at me with concerned eyes. I'm taking back by how honestly concerned she sounds.
"I'm sorry if it looked like I was trying to get rid of you Sam, but I could never do that and if you say so I'll walk out that door right now and never come back." I remember Missy saying.
"Okay, bye." I remember saying.
"Sam." I remember a girl who's name how I recently discovered is Carly scowl me.
"Girl? Do you know where we are? I'm scared." Missy says.
"Stop with the mind games Missy, I know who you are." I say looking her straight in the eyes. I'd stand up instead of awkwardly sitting on the ground in front of her, but then I'd probably fall down again.
"Really? They told me you wouldn't remember." Missy says dropping the nice act.
"Well I do… Where's Freddie?" I ask.
"Wouldn't you want to know?" She asks with a grin.
"Where is he?" I ask more loudly.
"…He wasn't supposed to get dragged into this you know. It wasn't him that I wanted." Missy says with a distant look. Is she talking about Freddie? But what does she mean?... oh.
"You somehow erased our memories, but you didn't want to do that to Freddie did you?" I ask.
"That's what I just said." Missy says a bit angrily.
"Then why did you?" I ask.
"Because the idiot couldn't keep his nose out of other people's business." Missy says angrily.
"…What did you do to us?" I ask.
"Nothing compared to what I'm about to do to you." She says and walks out of the room. After a couple of minutes of staring after her I look at my arm. The wound is pretty deep, but it doesn't look as bad as I thought it would. Okay Sam focus, the only way to make sense of things and hopefully get out of here is to remember. I need to remember everything that I forgot, everything that's probably gone now. I'll start with Missy, what do I know about her? Well I know that she's evil, but that's not very helpful right now. In my dream which was probably a memory I was trying to convince Freddie that Missy was trying to get rid of me, because she wanted Carly for herself. So this is about Carly, wait a minute, who exactly is Carly? My friend? No, my best friend. Okay, so Carly and Missy used to be best friends, but then Missy moved away and I came along, but Missy moved back and wanted Carly back so she tried to get rid of me, but failed, so now she probably wants revenge. So I finally figured that out, now what exactly did Missy do? I remember waking up in the train station and I remember getting kidnapped, maybe I should think about the little girl, everything did start with her. I remember that she was crying, so she probably didn't want this, but who is she? She had red hair, maybe she's related to Missy? Missy probably just needed a distraction to kidnap me. All of this complicated thinking is giving me a headache. I know that the memories are somewhere in my head, I just can't find them and it's so frustrating. I find a big, sharp rock on the ground, take it and start writing on the ground with it.
'iCarly' I write in big letters. Okay, what else do I know?
'Freddie Grey – Freddie Benson' What else?
'Samantha Mason – Sam Mason' Wait, this sounds wrong.
"Sam Mason" I say out loud.
"Sam… Sam S… Sam P… Puc… Pucket. Sam Pucket." I say. I replace 'Sam Mason' with 'Sam Pucket'.
'Carly' I write. I wonder what's her last name. What else can I write? Suddenly I remember the weird boy Freddie and I met in Seattle, what was his name again? Gibby.
'Gibby' I write. I put the rock on the ground and look at what I wrote.
'iCarly
Freddie Grey – Freddie Benson
Samantha Mason – Sam Pucket
Carly
Gibby' I look at the familiar names as hard as I can. All of the lost memories seem so close.
"No, not him! You idiots, you were supposed to only get the Pucket girl, not Freddie! Can't you do anything right?" I remember hearing Missy say. I have to remember more, anything that could help me.
"It's no use." I say frustrated and angrily throw the rock to the ground. They can erase our memories again and bring us somewhere very far away where no one would ever find us. Or worse, they could kill us. I don't want to die. The door opens and two men that I don't recognize walk inside the room.
"Who are you?" I ask, but they don't answer. They walk closer to me and I press my back against the wall even more.
"…Don't hurt me." I beg. I can't believe I'm begging them, I'm pathetic, but I really don't care anymore, I just want to get out of here. They each grab my arm, one of them touching the wound on my arm.
"LET GO OF ME!" I scream. They pull me up and start dragging me out of the room. I will my body to stop shaking, but it doesn't.
"WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME? JUST LET ME GO! LET ME GO!" I scream as loud as I can. I try to struggle against them, but it's no use. They drag me down a hallway and inside a room, the room is big, but empty, there's no furniture. They strap my arms with two ropes hanging from the ceiling. They strap me so that my legs are a few inches from the ground so I'm only hanging by my arms. I see Missy standing in front of me.
"Why is it so hard to get rid of you? I erased your memory and you still found your way back to me." Missy says angrily.
"…What did you do to us?" I remember asking her.
"Nothing compared to what I'm about to do to you." She answered. Is she going to kill me?
"Let me go! I didn't do anything to you!" I yell struggling against the ropes, but struggling only makes them dig inside my skin even more.
"Oh no, I'm not taking any chances with you again." She says smiling evilly. Tears start running down my checks and no matter how hard I try I can't stop them and I can't even wipe them away.
"What are you going to do to me?" I ask shakily. She doesn't answer, instead she starts whispering something to one of the men that brought me here.
"I demand to know what you're planning to do to me." I say trying to sound commanding and not as scared as I am. They stop talking and Missy walks up to me.
"I'm going to make sure that you will never get in my way again." She says.
"I don't want to die." I whisper.
"There are worse things than death Sam. But don't worry, you'll die eventually. You're not walking out of here alive." She says and starts walking away.
"COWARD! WHY DON'T YOU LET ME GO AND THEN WE'LL SEE WHO'S STRONGER!" I scream after her desperately hoping to get her attention, but she walks out of the room. The man that Missy was talking to starts approaching me and the other one leaves the room.
"What are you going to do to me?" I ask. He doesn't answer. He reaches his hand out to touch me and I start helplessly struggling against the ropes again. He touches my cheek.
"DON'T TOUCH ME! LET ME GO! LET ME GO! LET ME GO!" I scream. He takes a stick I don't recognize.
"It's an electric shock." He says. Before I can even ask him what that is.
"It won't kill you, just cause you a whole lot of pain." He says. Oh my God.
"Don't" I beg him shaking my head. He presses a button and touches the stick to my stomach.
Freddie's POV:
I open my eyes and see that I'm laying in a big, soft bed and that a red haired girl is sitting next to me. I sit up.
"You're finally awake." She says smiling.
"Who are you?" I ask her. For some reason she freaks me out.
"I'm Missy Robinson." She says. Missy? The evil girl Sam was talking about?
"Where am I? Why did you kidnap me? And where's Sam?" I ask her.
"You're in my home, I kidnapped you for your own good and Sam is in my basement, but I wouldn't bother trying to find her if I were you, the door is locked." She says.
"Bring me to Sam, NOW." I say.
"No. Instead, why don't we kiss?" She suggests.
"What? Listen Missy, I would rather die than put my lips anywhere near yours." I say angrily.
"Now, now, Freddie, maybe YOU would rather die than kiss me, but would you let Sam die too?" She asks.
"You wouldn't dare." I say.
"Wouldn't I? If you want her to live you will do as I say. And then I'll erase your memories again, you won't remember anything that you remembered about your old life, you won't remember Sam, then we'll go somewhere very far away, where no one will ever find us and we'll live happily ever after." She says. This girl is insane.
"And where will Sam be during this plan of yours?" I ask.
"All you have to know is that Sam won't be a problem to us anymore. This wasn't my original plan, but things have really worked out for me." She says.
"I hate you." I tell her.
"For now, but that will soon change. Now kiss me. Kiss me, or Sam dies." She says. I really don't have a choice do I? So I slowly lean in.
I have no idea why I decided to torture Sam, maybe it had something to do with me reading my favorite FanFic called '24 hours' right before writing this. Anyway, I haven't even started the next chapter yet, but reviews would really inspire me to write it soon, so if you liked this then please review :)
