Chapter 11 (Freddie's POV)

The next day, I was sitting on the couch watching the news. It was about me.

"Teenage, fugitive, Freddie Benson, is still on the run. The police have arrested Nora Dirshlett in Gary, Indiana. She is suspected to have hidden Benson at her house. Though, she denies ever having any contact with Benson again after she was arrested for keeping him, Sam Puckett, and Carly Shay locked in her basement," the news reporter lady said.

I felt a little guilty. The cops would find Sam's or my DNA somewhere in Nora's house. She would go to jail...again. But I guess that was her fault. She could just tell them where I was.

"Hey, Freddie, have you heard anything about Nora?" Carly said, coming down the stairs.

"Yeah, she's been arrested. The cops are questioning her," I told Carly. "Where's Sam?"

"Taking a shower," Carly replied. "That stinks Nora has been arrested. I wish there was something we could do for her."

There was a knock at the door. Carly looked out the peephole. "What do you need, Gibby?" she asked.

"I know Freddie is in there so you might as well just open the door," Gibby said.

I grabbed the handle on the door and quickly opened it. I grabbed Gibby's shirt and pulled him in then shut the door. "What are you doing here?" I asked Gibby.

"I just thought I'd come by and see how you were doing." Gibby flopped on the couch. "So you went back that crazy girl's house?"

"It's not like I really had a choice," I growled.

"You could have stayed at my house," Gibby said.

"Really?" I asked.

"No," Gibby replied. "My mom would have found you in a day."

"Freddie, when Sam gets out of the shower, we'll talk about what we are going to do with you, okay?" Carly said.

"Fine, but you make me feel like I'm a puppy or something," I muttered.

"You're a bad puppy that's wanted by the cops," Carly told me.

I made a face at her. Carly smiled and went to the kitchen. Spencer came out of the back. "Hey, guys, I'm going to buy a gun," he said.

"What? Why?" Carly asked.

"Well, we need 'protection', right?" Spencer replied.

"From what? Freddie?" Carly said.

"If I buy a gun, then I could tell the police, if they come here again, that I have it for protection in case Freddie shows up. Pretty smart, right?" Spencer asked.

"Or pretty stupid," I mumbled.

"Spencer, if you buy a gun, there's always the possibility that you bought the gun for Freddie and the cops are going to wonder about that," Carly said.

"Wait. The gun is for me, right?" I asked Spencer.

"Of course," he nodded.

"Sweet!" I said.

"Freddie!" Carly slapped my shoulder.

"Ow! What?" I yelped.

"Guns are bad," she scolded me.

"Yeah, if you're shooting someone!" I protested.

Carly rolled her eyes. "Just go, Spencer. Buy a stupid gun."

Spencer left and Sam came out of the back, dressed in Carly's clothes. She took one look at Gibby and asked, "What's Gibby doing here?"

"I don't know. He just wanted to see if Freddie was really here, I guess," Carly shrugged.

When Spencer came back he showed us the gun he bought. Carly was drinking Peppy Cola and spit it across the room when she saw the gun. "YOU BOUGHT A SHOTGUN?" she cried.

"Oh, that's what this is? The guy was going on and on about the history of it and I didn't pay attention," Spencer told us.

"You bought a gun and didn't even know what it was?" I asked.

"I just picked the one that I thought was the coolest," Spencer shrugged.

"Dude, a Shotgun looks like a toy when you compare it to an AK-47," Sam said.

"Seriously, why didn't you just buy a pistol?" Carly asked.

"I think you should have gotten an Elephant Gun," Gibby put in.

Spencer hugged the Shotgun to his chest. "Ah! You're all Shotgun haters! I think it's the coolest gun ever!" Spencer told us.

"Did you even buy bullets?" Carly asked.

"Yes." Spencer put a box of bullets on the table.

We all sat down at the kitchen table. "Gibby, you can leave now," Sam said.

"No way, man! Helping a fugitive is fun! I don't want to go back to my boring life!" Gibby said.

"Okay, but you have to swear that you will not turn me in, or I'll have to shoot you," I told Gibby.

"Got it," Gibby smiled.

"Alright, so Freddie is wanted by the cops. The police probably suspect us of helping him," Carly said.

"Well, if I stay hidden long enough, would they just leave me alone?" I asked.

"No! Freddie, you killed Nevel. His family isn't going to stop looking for you until they die," Spencer told me. "If someone killed Carly, I wouldn't stop looking for them until I found them."

"I can't stay hidden forever! Hell, I don't want to be thirty and be living in Sam's basement!" I protested.

"What makes you think I'd let you live in my basement?" Sam asked.

"Because you love me and you know it," I smiled.

"Uh...I have an idea," Gibby cut in.

"What?" Carly asked.

"Well, some countries in the world don't have extraction treaties with the US," Gibby explained. "So you could go to one of those countries."

"I hate to tell you, Gib, but I can't pull, like, three grand out of my ass," Spencer said.

"It's a good idea," Carly muttered.

"Well, by the time, Spencer can come up with that kind of money, I'll be rotting in a jail cell or worse," I said.

"You're not thinking what I think you're thinking, are you Freddie?" Carly asked.

"Yes, I am. If I want to live the rest of my life without having to worry about cops, we'll have to find that money somehow. We have the tools, now all we need to do is plan," I said.

"Freddie, I don't see where this is going," Sam told me.

"We're going to have to find the money and fast. The clock is ticking. We're going to have to rob banks. That will give us all the money we need," I said.

Author's note: Oh! And the cheesiness just got more cheesy! Sorry, this chapter is really short, but I really wanted to end it this way. Almost 50 reviews? Thanks guys!

Bleach Munky-Looks like I'll be using your idea after all. Thanks for your awesome idea.

HayHaygirl404-Sorry, I didn't feel like writing this on the last chapter. But I know the Nevel idea is cheesy...Honestly, I think this story should win firstplace at a cheesy contest. But hey, Freddie's mom had to be killed by someone.

gameandtvaddict123-I'm not sure how long I'm going to keep this story going. I am going to try and make it between 15-20 chapters. But it might go a little longer than that. I know how I what to end iFugitive, but no spoilers!

-Angel of Darkness1337

P.S. I am not one of those people who think guns are the best things ever invented and aren't bad unless they are shooting someone. I don't hate guns. I just think they're cool. But hey, like that one person that I don't remember their name said, "It's not the gun that kills, it's the person that pulled the trigger." or something like that anyway. Freddie might be killing people in up coming chapters!