iClue

Disclaimer: I don't own iCarly or Clue. I wish I owned OpenOffice, so I could fire whoever made the stupid auto-fix feature! Every time...

Author's Notes: Okay, last chapter may have been my BEST cliffhanger ever. So, who thinks they know what happened? Well prepare to be wrong! ...or right, if you did guess correctly. Okay, lets get back to the blood, Freddie, Scar, and White.


Chapter 22: iWill Kill You!

"FREDDIE!"

I sit upward. Scar is sitting by my side, staring worriedly at... me? Why? "Scar.. what?..." As told by my oh so brilliant statement, I'm confused and can't produce coherent thought. Subconsciously, I rest my hand on my stomach and recoil when I feel something wet. Almost afraid to, I look at it.

Blood.

Realization and shock took hold. I'd been shot? No wonder Scar looks so worried, I'd been shot! And, if I remember correctly from health class, the blow had hit my stomach. Is is fatal? What happens if I die in my mind?

My musings are interrupted by a scream.

It's finally registered in Scar's mind (Do mental images have minds?) that I'm badly hurt, and she can't take it back. Crying her pretty blue eyes out, she hugs me closely, getting crimson blood on her scarlet dress.

I smile, "Scar..."

"NO! You weren't supposed to take the shot! You ruined EVERYTHING!" Scar stops crying, and we both stare at the distressed (And disturbed) woman. Her eyes are wide with shock and adrenaline, her dress is all wrinkled. The gun is pointed at us, but it's just to threaten us. Idiot only put one shot in there. No more killing for crazy today!

Scar growls, bring my attention to her. Her eyes, normally a beautiful light blue, are as dark as the sea. Fire dances across them, and rage is evident. Her face is surprisingly calm, though. Without saying a word, she stands, and smooths out her dress.

And walks over to the criminal.

I don't shout out for her (She's not stupid; She won't get herself killed... right?), so she doesn't turn back to look at me. Instead, she walks up to White, not saying or doing anything. White stares at her, unsure of what to do about the surprisingly calm girl several feet in front of her.

"What are you doing?"

Scar stares on, not acknowledging her at all. It's very worrisome, because when Sam's calm... well, have you ever seen her calm. Only a few times and then afterwords...

"I WILL KILL YOU!"

She explodes.

Screaming, she charged at the surprised maid. They made contact, with Scar grabbing the middle of her and knocking her to the ground. They both screamed, Scar with rage and White with fear, as the two battle for dominance on the floor of the patio.

This is the point where the others come in. I had completely forgotten about them until now; Well, you would too, if you had been shot. Carlotta somehow manages to solely drag Scar off of the maid, while the (less than) gentlemen tie her to a chair.

Scar comes back to me.

I can tell she's trying not to cry. Suppressed sniffles and red eyes are the main indicators. The poor girl sits next to me, putting a false smile on her face for my benefit. Doesn't she remember that this is my mind, and that I'm not really dying? Unless I am, which would be disastrous.

"Hey, Freddork. How're ya feeling?" I give my best attempt at a smile. Poor Scar, worried about her mental creator. Huh, funny to think of myself that way. A mental creator. Maybe I am mental. Ah, who cares? I just want to lay here and sleep...

"Hello, Miss Puckett,"

Huh? I look up at Scar, who's still crying. Within the distance, I can see a faint light... I think it's white, but I can't be sure.

"Okay, so explain it to the dumb blonde."

Explain WHAT? Scar hugs me close, whispering sweet nothings in my ear. Does she think I'm gonna die? AM I gonna die? Well, who's to say, really? We all die sometime.

And then Scar whispers, "You love her."

"Love who, exactly?" I manage to whisper in a horse voice, though I already know. Sam. I've loved her this entire time. Weird, how she's telling me I love her. Well, in a way. I wouldn't think about it too much, it'll hurt your brain matter.

"You lose, Puckett,"

Sam...

Carlotta walks over to me, a big grin on her face. "Time to go home," the lady whispers in my ear, giving a happy smile. That was the whole purpose of this dream, wasn't it? To make me realize I'm in love with that blonde demon. Of course. Every hero comes to an important self-revelation while in a coma. Though I'm not really much of a hero, am I?

Scar gets up, and walks towards the group. White had mysteriously gotten free from her bonds, and is standing with them. As well as a certain billionaire sculptor... well, this was just a dream. And if my dream says Spencer comes back to life, who can really judge?

They wave goodbye as the white light shines brighter. And brighter. And brighter. Until it eventually consumed my entire vision. Afterwords, everything fades to darkness...

And cue the curtain call...


Was that expected? Are you thrilled? Did I do a terrible job of exposing my readers to action, drama, and mystery? Well, I'm sure at least one of you thought of White.

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