Summary: "So...what? You're trying to tell me that you're not human? Yeah right Freddie, come on," said Carly, scoffing loudly and starting to walk away. "I wish I could tell you the entire truth, but I can't Carly, it would put you in too much danger," said Freddie, walking towards her and covering her hand with his. "Freddie, this is insane, you are human! You are!" cried Carly, ready to walk away from him. But just then, a shattering noise came from downstairs, and Carly and Freddie looked over at eachother in horror. Carly ran as fast as she could downstairs, however it wasn't fast enough. When they reached the bottom of the stairs, the first thing Carly saw was her brother lying in a pool of bright red blood.
iAm Not Human
Chapter 2: Falling, Falling, Falling
"Okay, that's it, we have to call someone to help us with the show tonight. Freddie's not coming and if we don't call someone soon there won't be a show," said Carly, jumping off the couch.
"Yeah, you're right Carls, but who can we call?" asked Sam. "I don't know, call Gibby or someone, anyone who can get here really soon. Or there'll be no iCarly tonight," said Carly, running up the stairs and away from Sam to think.
Freddie, where are you? Carly thought to herself. Never had she felt so scared before. What if something bad has happened to him? What if he's hurt?
No Carly! Stop it! I'm sure he's perfectly fine! Just worry about the show! she said to herself.
She started to get the stuff together for the segments and was joined a minute later by Sam, who was carrying her cell phone and looking as she usually did: hungry and tired.
"Gibby couldn't come, so he said he was going to call some guy named Connor or something. Gibbs said he's good with all the techie stuff," said Sam, helping Carly to get the stuff ready for the skits.
"Okay, well, let's just get through the show and then we can go see if we can find Freddie," said Carly, as they finished getting the stuff ready. After about 10 minutes, there was a light knock on the door. Carly and Sam looked over and their mouths dropped.
The boy behind the door was literally breathtaking as he stepped inside the room. He had dark brown, sort of choppy hair that seemed to stick out in all the right places. He had on an over sized blue t-shirt and loose jeans. His face was perhaps the most beautiful thing about him. It was unusually pale, paler than either Carly's or Sam's.
"Hey," he waved, "I'm Connor."
"H-hi," Sam quivered, walking forward to shake his hand. "Samantha," she said. Carly was surprised she didn't simply curtsy in front of him. Never had Carly seen Sam act so...formal. Carly could hear Sam breathing rather hard and took that as a cue to introduce herself.
"Carly," she said, shaking his hand. He smiled at both of them, and when he began looking around the studio Carly reached her hand up and wiped the drool from Sam's mouth, then rubbing her hand all over Sam's shoulder to get the germs off.
"Uh... this is the studio. There's the camera," said Carly, pointing to Freddie's camera and computer.
Connor walked over to it and looked it up and down. "I think I can handle it," he said, nodding. Sam was now giggling oddly and Carly hit her hard in the back of the head so that she would come out of her trance.
"Oh, uh, right, well, let's get ready, Carls, the show starts in a few minutes," she said. Carly pulled Sam to the other side of the room. "Will you calm down?! He's just a boy!" Carly said.
"Yes, but a very cute, amazing boy!" said Sam, staring back at Connor, who was now picking up the camera and examining it. "Well, just calm down and let's get through the show, okay?" said Carly, pretending to fiddle with a jar of pickles they had to have for a segment on the show.
"Okay, okay," said Sam as they turned back around to face Connor. "Alright, Connor. Just follow us around as we do our stuff, it'll be about an hour," said Carly. "You got it," he said.
"Alright, in 5..." he began. Carly's heart stopped. No!
"4..." NO! That's Freddie's thing!
"3..." I don't care how cute you are!
"2..." It's Freddie's thing!
"1..." I can already tell we're not going to get along.
"Alright, so that's it for another episode of iCarly. We'll see you next week, right here on iCarly .com," said Sam. Connor clicked the camera off and smiled at them.
"That was really great you guys. Man, I wish I could be a permanent member of the team," he said, setting the camera back down on Freddie's cart.
"Yeah, well, Freddie's the third member, not you," said Carly sourly.
Connor looked offended but shrugged. "Well I've gotta get home and watch my little sister. I'll see ya guys later," he said, waving to them and leaving the studio. As soon as the door shut behind him, Sam rounded on Carly.
"What are you doing, Carls?! He was hott!" Sam said, hitting Carly lightly on the arm.
"He was trying to take Freddie's place!" Carly retaliated.
She did not know why but there was something off about Connor. Perhaps it was his overwhelmingly gorgeous face or his awesome personality, but something about him made Carly feel...strange. Unsafe.
Maybe it was just because Freddie was gone. After all, Freddie's always been the tech producer for the show, maybe it just felt weird seeing someone else hold his camera.
"No, Carly, he was just saying he would like to be on the team. He didn't say he wanted to take Freddie's place!" retailiated Sam.
"But---" Carly began; however Sam cut her off.
"Carls, stop. I know you're only acting like this cause you're worried about Freddie, but I'm sure he's perfectly fine," said Sam, trying her best to soothe her friend.
Carly sighed and sat down in one of the bean bag chairs they had in the room, Sam joining her on the one next to Carly's a moment later.
"I know. I don't mean to be like this. But I'm really worried Sam," said Carly.
"Carls, I gotta go. My mother wants me to rub ointment on her back," said Sam. Carly faked vomiting. "Why?" she asked.
"She has bacne," said Sam. Carly faked vomiting again.
"And listen, Freddie's fine. Don't worry about him all night. You've done that before, worrying about Freddie," said Sam.
"He broke his leg!" said Carly defensively.
"Well, the little nub shouldn't have fallen down the stairs," said Sam.
"You pushed him!" Carly exclaimed.
"Oh, right, well, gotta go," said Sam, bolting out of the studio and down the stairs. "Bye!" Carly called down to her. Carly sighed loudly and got her english book, hoping to finish a few problems before it got to be too late.
Checking her watch, Carly realized it was nearly 9, so she decided she'd go downstairs to wait for Spencer to get home.
She descended the stairs quickly and got a bottle of fruit punch out of the fridge. It took her a moment to realize that the entire downstairs of her apartment was very cold, just as it had been in Freddie's apartment. Carly sighed and checked the temperature in the room. 70 degrees. It should have been warmer. She cranked it up to 75 and sat down on the couch, sighing loudly.
She flipped on the television, but the most startling noise met her ears. Heavy footsteps. Above her. In the studio.
Carly could feel her heart rate go dangerously high. Every inch of her tensed up and she could feel her legs turn to jelly under her.
She carefully stood off the couch, listening to the same pattern of footsteps from above her. They were not even fast footsteps. They were slow, as if someone was purposefully walking slowly.
Carly picked up the phone and was about to dial 911 when the footsteps stopped. Carly's heart skipped a beat and she, still holding the phone, walked to the foot of the stairs.
"Hello?" she called up the stairs, praying for no response. No response.
"It was your imagination Carly. It was just your imagination," she said to herself, setting the phone back down next to her on the couch.
The footsteps started again. This time they weren't heavy, they were soft footsteps, sounding as if this person was half the size of the person who had made the footsteps earlier. Carly thought of the only thing she could do.
"Hello?" asked the 911 operator. "Yes, my name is Carly Shay, I need help! Please, someone's in my apartment!" she said.
"Can I have your address please?" asked the operator. "Yes, yes, it's--" but her words were cut off by the light footsteps coming down the steps.
A brown head of hair peaked out from the stairs.
"Carly, come on!" he yelled. Carly did not know what to do, but she knew she'd be safe with Freddie.
"Freddie!" she cried, throwing the phone down and running to him. "Come on!" he yelled, grabbing her arm and pulling her up the stairs.
"How did you get here?" Carly cried as they reached the studio. "Carly listen to me there's something I have to tell you," he said, not out of breath at all like Carly was after running as fast as they could up the stairs.
"Why were you here before? Why were you making those heavy footsteps before? You scared the crap out of me!" Carly yelled, very angry with him. She had so many questions for him.
"Carly, what are you talking about? I just got here a minute ago..." said Freddie, giving her a questioning look.
Carly then began to panic. "Someone was here, someone's here with us Freddie!" said Carly, frantically looking all around the studio.
Freddie did the same. "Carly, listen, I need to tell you something important," said Freddie, looking at her seriously. "What?" Carly asked, her eyes still looking around the studio.
"I'm not... who I was before," said Freddie. "What do you mean?" Carly asked, looking at him oddly."I mean, I've changed, I'm not... human anymore," said Freddie, looking at her and waiting for her response.
"So...what? You're trying to tell me that you're not human? Yeah right Freddie, come on," said Carly, scoffing loudly and starting to walk away.
"I wish I could tell you the entire truth, but I can't Carly, it would put you in too much danger," said Freddie, walking towards her and covering her hand with his.
"Freddie, this is insane, you are human! You are!" cried Carly, ready to walk away from him. But just then, a shattering noise came from downstairs, and Carly and Freddie looked over at eachother in horror.
Carly ran as fast as she could downstairs, however it wasn't fast enough. When they reached the bottom of the stairs, the first thing Carly saw was her brother lying in a pool of bright red blood.
"SPENCER!" Carly screamed, running over to her brother. Blood was coming from a wound on his head, and a broken vase lay next to him on the ground, blood smeared on its scattered broken pieces.
"NO!" Carly cried, trying to shake him awake. Carly lay her head down on Spencer's chest, crying into it as Freddie rushed to her side.
"Carly, they're here! We have to leave, NOW!" he yelled, standing up. Carly, however, was unable to move. "I can't! I can't leave him here!" she cried, trying to lift Spencer's lifeless body off the ground.
"Carly! He's dead! Come on!" he yelled, pulling her onto his back. Carly shivered, for Freddie's skin was freezing cold.
"Going somewhere?" came a deep voice from behind them. Freddie turned and Carly slid down off his back, shrinking back in horror at the sight before her.
A group of around five extremely pale, adults stood in front of them. However it was not their appearances that startled Carly most.
There were five men and one woman. All six were very pale, and all had dried blood caked onto their clothes and their faces. The woman was smiling hungrily at Carly, making her hold onto Freddie even harder.
However, it was not their appearance that startled Carly the most, it was the slightly shorter figure who was standing next to the five adults.
"Connor!" Carly yelled. Connor stood there, laughing, his face caked with dried blood. "Carly, we meet again," he said, taking a step closer. The five adults just stood there, some smiling and others with blank looks on their pale faces.
Carly backed up and Freddie pushed her behind him. "I could tell before you know, that you didn't like me, I mean. I could tell you missed your little boyfriend here," said Connor, poking Freddie. Freddie stepped backwards as did Carly, trying to stay as far away from Connor as they could.
"Stay away from her, you bastard!" Freddie yelled. Connor laughed, as did the other five.
"One day soon, you'll realize you belong with us, you belong with us. One day soon, you'll join us, and wonder why you ever wanted to side with these...humans," said Connor, pointing disgustedly at Carly.
"What are you?" Carly cried, although she was pretty sure she knew. The tallest man, who had a lot of muscle, laughed.
"Didn't Freddie tell you? Oh, what a shame I thought he would have. After all, his father was one. Got bitten when he was only a young chap," said the man with an air of mystery.
"What do you want?" Carly cried. They all laughed again, Connor stepping closer to Carly and Freddie. "Freddie knows what we want, and he knows we will eventually get it. Either he joins us or we will kill him, it's as simple as that," said Connor.
"Freddie, what's going on?" Carly cried. The six laughed loudly. "Get on my back," Freddie whispered to her, and Carly did so. The six stepped forward even closer, their shoes stained with Spencer's blood.
Freddie turned quickly, so quickly in fact that Carly didn't even have time to prepare herself as Freddie jumped through the window of Carly's apartment. Right through the glass.
They were falling, falling, falling. Away from Connor, away from the other five adults, and away from Spencer's corpse.
"Hold on!" Freddie yelled, gripping Carly tighter as they sped towards the road below. Carly's life flashed before her eyes. She was going to die. She knew it. Her last comforting thought, for some reason, was that atleast she would die in Freddie's arms.