Chapter Eleven: Alone in the Dark

Freddie huffed to himself. He had killed his own mother. Yeah, she was always nuts, but killing her was intense. His heart beat fast as he chased her, cord in hand. He whipped it around her neck, repulsed by the fear in her eyes, and pulled back abruptly.
He would never forget the sound of her neck snapping.

Freddie shuddered and sat down. Killing her was not that hard compared to the rest. She had been crazy at him long enough for him to record her going off. A few years ago he began a collection of her insane rants, including lines about how much she wanted to die. That's what the 911 dispatcher heard.

Hanging his mother up was worse than killing her. Their relationship had been ruined anyways, so the murder was a times pleasurable. Hanging her up like some kind of scarecrow was disgusting though. Then having all those people come through….

Freddie was alone, always alone; at the school, during his childhood, always, always alone. He deserved to sit in the dark, he was a freak, a nerd, an outcast. The front door opened, alarming him. Then that smell hit him; fresh fruit shampoo and pinna colada.

Those soft hands found his again, and he felt his mental defenses slipping. Seeing Carly again was… disconcerting. Back at the school, life was simple; get up at five in the morning, get ready for the day, and some free time, inspection at six, breakfast at seven, out to the yard for calisthenics at eight. At twelve, learning began with intensive testing, which ended at five. From there on there would be special training; hand to hand combat, psychological warfare, and tactics.

They were not teaching boys, they were training warriors.

"Are you okay?"
He most certainly was not, but laying back in her arms made him feel much better. She was so warm, and soft… her skin was like milk chocolate it was so smooth. He sniffed her hair; perfect, absolutely perfect.

Carly Shay was a goddess.

His body craved hers. Freddie resisted the urge. The excitement from killing was messing with his mind. She did not like him like that. Besides, he had just killed someone. Being a killer changes a person. This girl deserved better.

Still, he did not resist the hug.

For her part, Carly finally got to take note of the changes in her friend. His body was leaner now; all the soft parts had melted away, replaced by harder forms of flesh. His face was clear except for the edges, which now displayed innumerable scars. It seemed as though someone had decided to scar Freddie, but do so subtly. Carly felt such pity; no one should have to have been put through all that. And she knew she could not undo it. The urge to kiss him came and passed. Though it was intended to make him feel better, it would probably send him mixed signals.

Instead, the girl promised him, "I will make it all better, Freddie, I promise."

Chapter Twelve: Date Night

A.N. oh, yeah, time for some fan-service!

Carly showered slowly, lathering her body with soap. She never took a bath anymore. Humming to herself, she put shampoo in her hair before getting more soap. Spencer, ever the uncommon thinker, had put a liquid soap dispenser on the showerhead. The person in need simply had to tap a button and the soap would be delivered directly to the body.

Carly preferred her way. She took a bar of sweet soap in with her, preferring its scent to Spencer's concoction. The girl prepared herself for another run.

This was her time to reflect. This last week had been horrible. Freddie had returned home, which should have been the highlight of her summer. Instead she found herself worrying about him more than ever.

She thought about what Sam had said about the place. How they messed with the kids were. Freddie was hard now, unapproachable. He stayed in his apartment without talking to anyone. The more she thought about him, the more worked up she got.

Then of course, there was Griffin. She felt nervous for her date. What if he thought she was a total spaz? What if something went wrong? The more she thought about that the more would up she got as well. There was so much riding on this. He was really smart, and cute and sensitive… well; he was hot, which was enough for most girls. And his kisses… oh, mama, it sent chills down her spine to think about 'em.

It was like sticking a Popsicle into her womanhood in the summer heat, it was that amazing.

The stress was getting to her. Freddie's emotional issues, Griffin's hotness, Sam's abhorrence of Freddie and of course she had school, getting ICarly back online, etc.

It was time to relieve some pressure.

She peeked her head out of the shower to make sure the bathroom was empty and the door was locked.

After confirming what she already knew, Carly Shay withdrew into her mind. This was something that, of all the people she knew, actually came from Nevel. He told her how amazing it was to be him, how his whole world came down to nothing more than what he wanted and how he wanted it.

Of course, she did not want to think about Nevel for this next part. Grasping the shower controls, she turned the head from 'stream' to 'pulse'. Swallowing guiltily, Carly shut out the whole world and let her mind wander on its own. Building a mental castle was the first step; the door, the walls, the floor and the ceiling were her whole world. Once she no longer thought about the fact that Spencer may hear the difference in the water pressure, come running in here and accuse her of defiling her body, Carly continued in her imagination.

She closed her eyes and went to a place of comfort; a waterfall she had wandered onto during a camping trip. It was so beautiful she had to swim in it. Her hands roamed her body. Shifting from one place to another, the girl decided what she liked.

Her left hand was needed on her shoulder, where the water present pulsed into her neck. Her other hand rubbed across the opposite of her belly. They spent some time roaming the innocent parts of her; relaxing the tensed muscles.

Right now, her whole world consisted of nothing more than her body.

It sounds gross, or weird, maybe even egotistical to say that, but she needed this time to get her priorities straight. By the end of her time in the shower, Carly would be ready to take on her problems.

Eventually, her arms and legs had been touched thoroughly enough. She had turned around and let the warmth cascade down her back. A stubborn rivulet of water poured from the sensitive inside of her neck down her chest. Carly shivered, readily.

Her left hand followed the water, gently pushing it where it was needed, of her breasts. She sighed as she- whoa… a groan escaped her. Her right hand was brought up from its spot on her belly button to between her mounds.

Carly had always enjoyed how perfect her body was, though tried not to let it go too far. Her arms crossed, and she massaged until she was content.

Boys were dumb. They always took without taking the time to make sure girls left with something. Once that area had received enough attention, Carly found herself as fully turned on as she could be.

This next part she had to figure out on her own; take your time.

Boys were very dumb. They charged in and took as much as they could only to want more in a few minutes time. Carly knew how to strive. She built the pressure up inside herself before trying to relieve it.

She turned up the power. The blasts of water pounded on her back. The girl spun around, letting the liquid hit her sensitive chest while both her hands went lower.

This was the hardest part for her. It did not seem very lady-like. This time it was Spencer's advice that helped her, 'know what you want.' He said that a lot. Carly knew what she wanted and how she wanted it.

Her imagination kicked into gear, sending her to that waterfall in northern California. Fresh air and fresh water bombarded her senses. The fingertips of her right hand grazed her sensitive flesh. Carly stepped back in surprise. She had no idea how her life had gotten so stressful so quickly.

Taking control again, the teenager went back into her mind and asked what she wanted; strawberries were the answer. She inhaled and imagined wild strawberries growing on the banks. Full, lush strawberries that weighed down the stems exploded into existence. They were plump, more than ready for the picking. Their sweet juices were practically running out.

Carly went deeper; what did she really want? Kisses like Popsicles, that's what she wanted. She allowed her fingers to tease her flesh. Moments passed, and then, as she expected, Griffin came to mind. He had to bare his chest, and those awesome scars came into view. The irregularity of them had teased her fingers.

He kissed her.

In reality, Carly's lips were moving. The showerhead was now pumping on her stomach above her navel. All the doubts and cares that weighed her down were suddenly gone as he put his hand on her waist. The nude girl leaned back, almost contented. Hands snaked around her ribs, pushing her breasts up. She groaned. That was nice. The sensation was almost real as she leaned back.

At once, she felt both excited and safe, like skydiving off a chair. Those hands, so soft, wound their way up as lips found that spot on the back of her neck. Oh yes, Freddie's spot. He had discovered it by accident while they were editing one night. His hands had snaked up to loosen some errant curls (honestly, his lie for putting his arm around her was that weak) when she let out a gasp.

The two had exchanged a look and he withdrew his hand, both of them red in the face.

In the shower, Carly was divided by her lovers. Both Griffin and Freddie were giving her attention. When she would turn to Freddie, and the delicious warmth of water hit her back, all those cares she had both holding onto evaporated, whereas her time with Griffin was hot. The blasts of water hit her more sensitive areas over and over and over and over.

Finally, finally, she decided to finish.

Almost there, Freddie, harder….

On the left, the left, and the right, that's

Nice

Oh, Griffin lower…. Go lower… yes.

Freddie, harder…..

More, now-!

IN!

Carly screamed. Spencer must have heard that. The entire complex must have! She panted.

Her life was just so rough right now.

A.N. You don't have to read and review this chapter, because honestly;

1) I am not that good at this stuff.

2) It is difficult to comment on this kind of thing.

3) I am shamelessly exploiting this character for my own agenda.

4) I barely did any plot in here.