Sam's POV
"I can't believe this, I will never get my sight back!" I exclaimed, still dumbstruck by the lecture while the others were happily enjoying the buffet. "There's no hope now, I will never be normal again!"
"What are you saying, Sam?" Freddie asked. "Miss Krystal already taught us what to do. You'll just have to fall in love with the perfect guy who loves you back and your eyes will be cured!"
I turned my head to him as I put on a frown. "Don't you get it, Freddie? I will never find the perfect guy! No one will ever love me! I am aggressive, abrasive, vicious; everything a girl should never be!"
"But you're special, Sam," Freddie tried to comfort me. "I know you will find a guy who is suitable for you and you guys would be the perfect couple." He stood up. "Let me go get you some food. I bet you're hungry after that lecture."
"But you don't understand," I mumbled to myself as he left. "I don't want some other guy."
Freddie's POV
Sam has been acting strange since we had that little talk about her not getting her sight back. She's become quieter and seemed to be in a daze.
"Sam, are you alright?" I asked as I stopped in my tracks.
"I'm fine," she replied, continuing to move on even without me.
"Sam!" I yelled. She turned around, seeming to be surprised. "Where are you going?"
Her eyes large, shocked to hear that I have already stopped walking. "I'm sorry, I didn't know you stopped." She walked towards me.
"It's okay," I accepted her apology. "You seem dazed, what's wrong?"
"Nothing," she replied.
I sighed. "Alright, if you have any problems, you can always talk to me about it. I'll always be..."
A hand appeared on my mouth, preventing me from making any noise. But there was something between that hand and my mouth, something smelly.
"Freddie! Where are you?"
Oh no, it's sleeping...
... gas.
Sam's POV
I was blindfolded; I could tell that there was something on my face. When I woke up, I found that I was in a unfamiliar surrounding. There were voices out there, but none of them sounded like Freddie's. I was getting worried.
"Freddie? Are you there?"
Something moved beside me as I heard someone groan. "Sam? Where are you? Are you okay?"
"I'm fine, I'm right here," I replied. "But as for where we are, I don't know. It seems that we're in an enclosed area though. There are echoes everywhere."
"Argh," he exclaimed. "I should have been more careful. I'm sorry, this is all my fault. I..."
"Great," a female voice expressed. "You're up. How's life?"
I recognize that voice anywhere. "Missy?"
"At least someone knows my name," she said. "How are you, Sam? Is life tough enough?"
"Well, yeah," I snarled. "Haven't you heard? I've lost my sight. What else do you want from us?"
She laughed maliciously. "I was sent on the School At Sea trip by your little boyfriend there, what else do I want from you? I want revenge, I want your life, I want your friends!"
"I guess you're in a worse condition than me," I mocked. "Are you deaf or something? Firstly, Fredpus here is not my boyfriend. Secondly, why would you want my life? I am blind, and being blind is not what I want. If you want to have my life, you can take it for all you want!"
"Sam, it's no use talking to a person like that," Freddie said. "Don't waste your energy. We might as well find a way out of here."
"There's no way you can escape from my captivity. There are guards everywhere, there's no escape!" Missy exclaimed. "Besides, the decision of your release is in the hands of your best friend."
I frowned.
"What do you mean?" Freddie asked.
"Your dear friend Carly will have to consider being my best friend again," Missy replied. "And not just that, I will replace Sam as the co-host of iCarly."
I yelled at her without thinking. "All you want is fame and friends? You're just a pathetic loner! Carly will never agree to this!"
She laughed.
"Why is she laughing?" I asked Freddie. "She's not supposed to laugh..."
"I have already called your good friend Carly," she said. "From the looks of things, she's likely to say yes to my offer."
"Likely?" Freddie tried to confirm what he just heard.
She sighed. "She hasn't replied me yet, but she seems to have decided already. Things aren't looking so good for you, Sam Puckett."
I gritted my teeth. "Say what you want, Missy, but you're not going to replace my as Carly's best friend. It's never going to happen!"
"Yeah," Freddie supported me. "We will never host iCarly with you."
"We'll see," she left the room. I'm just glad that the door wasn't locked. But I guess that those who underestimate their opponents overestimate themselves.
Freddie fidgeted as he was beside me. Soon, I felt something at my hands and I let out a little shriek.
"What's that?" I asked. "I felt something on my hands."
Freddie laughed. "Don't worry, that was just me. I'm trying to remove the ropes on our arms."
"Oh," I replied.
"There, it's done. Can you help me with mine now?" he begged. "It's getting a little uncomfortable here without any light reaching my eyes."
"Sure," I tried my best to release him from the grasp of the ropes. "There, all done."
I could hear his feet moving. "Come on, let's go."