Disclaimer: Sorry I'm not a man and I'm not 40 so I must not be Dan Schneider…Crap…

CARLY'S POV

I'd been away to New York for a vacation with my husband Shane so I really missed Sam and Freddie. I bet you couldn't believe how happy I was to hear that they really liked each other. Even though they were married at nineteen, you could tell that was when they were ready. I mean, Sam's birthday is only like a month away from Freddie's. (I have no idea if that's true.)

But the thing I missed the most was Jennette. I couldn't wait to see her! She's like my daughter that I don't have (yet). Jennette was the best thing that ever happened to Sam. She made Sam so happy. I dropped Shane off at home to unpack the bags. I wanted to help but he insisted that I go see my friends. I kissed him on the cheek and ran to the car.

Now, I'm not a reckless person but I drove probably fifteen miles over the speed limit out of pure eagerness. I knocked on the door excitedly. I heard a sad voice call "who is it?" I frowned. That sounds like Sam.

"Guess who?" I said through the door. I door flew open and Sam pulled me into a giant hug.

"CARLY!!!" Sam cried happily. I hugged her back.

"Hey Sam, good to see you too." I laughed. Sam invited me inside and sat on the couch.

"Where's Freddie?" I said.

"Oh, he's in…Jennette's room cleaning up." Sam said with a hint of misery in her voice. Her eyes weren't the fiery blue ones I remembered. They were dull and grey as if life itself wasn't present.

"Speaking of," I laughed, "Where is that little cutie?"

"Oh, hey Carly." said Freddie entering the room.

"Hey Freddie. Where's Jennette? Did she have school today or something?" I asked.

Freddie's eyes flickered quickly over to Sam very worriedly as if he expected her to turn into a gorilla.

"Uh, Carly," Freddie said. I looked over at Sam. Her face was scrunched up as tears leaked out her eyes.

"Sam!?" I yelled as Freddie and I ran over to her.

"She's not coming back." Sam whispered hopelessly.

I looked at Freddie who was very white. Sam closed her eyes and passed out. Peace spread over her facial features. Freddie picker her up, laid her on their bed, and closed the door.

"Freddie, tell me what happened to Jennette!" I pleaded. He took a deep breath and rubbed the back of his neck.

"It may not be easy for you to hear this Carly," Freddie said, "but Jennette was kidnapped by some men."

I gasped. "But you can get her back-"

"She's dead." Freddie said as he clenched his teeth. I feel the waves of hatred radiating off of him. "THEY killed her." He clenched his fist. Freddie was shaking with rage.

"No mercy, no reason, just because they were bored." Freddie whispered. I put my hand over my mouth. Jennette was dead. Freddie ran his hand through his hair.

"I can't believe it's true." I cried.

JENNETTE'S POV

I paced back and forth across the room. Mommy and Daddy must be really sad that I'm "dead."

"Stop pacing," The man barked, "You're giving me a damn headache." He pulled out a cigarette and lit it with a match. As he put the box of matches away, I saw one fall to the floor and roll under his chair. My eyes grew wide I turned my head over to the gunpowder and other explosives. I couldn't believe my luck. I smiled evilly and stopped pacing. The man gave me a weird look.

After about two hours, I had my plan all mapped out in my head. I faked a yawn and settled down. I shut my eyes and pretended to fall into a deep sleep. I heard the man get up from his chair and leave the room. The locked clicked and I jumped up quietly from the floor. I ran over to the dark corner and pulled out a stick of dynamite. I laid it carefully on the ground and sprinted to the chair. I got on my knees and stuck my hand under it. My fingers felt around for the match. My fingers closed around the small wooden stick and pulled it out. I held the match as if it were some kind of holy artifact.

Suddenly a boom of thunder clapped across the sky. I dropped to my knees and held my ears. I started to tremble violently. This was my only chance to escape. I forced my shaking legs to stand up. I placed the dynamite against the wall and scraped the match against the stony floor. I lit instantly. I held the match up to the fuse. It started to burn rapidly. I sprinted over to the chair and hid behind it. I stuck my fingers into my ears and waited. The dynamite exploded. I guess I should have checked to see if I was on the first floor or not. I wasn't. The floor caved in and I fell into a mass of rocks and debris. Coughing and covered with dust, I stood up and steadied myself. When I put my arm against the wall, violent pain rippled throughout it. I screamed and fell to the floor. I heard the men yelling upstairs. I got on my feet and started running. I saw an exit; a gaping hole in the wall where the dynamite had been.

I sprinted to it and as I got closer, I saw that I was still on the second floor. I stopped just in time to fall out and catch myself with one arm. The wind whipped me from side to side. My fingers were slipping and I knew this was the end. I squeezed my eyes shut as my fingers released their grip.

HAHAHAHAHA I'm so evil cause that's where I'm stopping. You'll never guess what happens next.

-Jamie