Paternal Bonds Shattered

Disclaimer: Do I need to say it? I don't own iCarly

A/N: At the point in the story, where I'm at in the written sense, Valerie's family is HUGE! Anyway, enjoy the chapter. Jeremy dies. Hopefully you'll give me your thoughts on the last one too XD

Chapter 36 (Jeremy Muere Solamente)

Sam sat in her cell, still holding onto the knife and praying that Valerie was safe. Gibby ran out in such a rush, she had to be protected. In truth, in the last year or two, or however long it had been, they had not tortured her as badly as when they first had her. Perhaps they were becoming weary of it. She couldn't help but to wonder what would happen if Freddie really did come for her. Would Gibby and Nevel die? Would Jeremy die? Ten years of hell for every one of them, what was there for them to live for? In truth, she felt bad for each of them. She had Freddie, she had Angie, she had people waiting for her. Valerie had her family, she had Jonah, she had Rachel. There was a life for her to return to, people to love her and tell her she was okay. People to hug them, people to kiss them. Gibby, Jeremy, and Nevel did not have these things, nor would they ever have them. She understood this, and she honestly worried for them.

In her trance, she hadn't noticed Valerie's watch radio next to her was going off, someone was shouting into it. It was Freddie and Jonah, they were trying to reach her! They were near! They were there! Her heart lifted and she slowly reached for the watch, fearing with each move that Jeremy might walk in at any second. She grabbed the watch and gripped her knife firmly in her hands. What if he came back for her? What if he came to finish the job? Would he kill her? Ignoring her thoughts, she figured out the talk button and spoke. "Freddie?" Her voice was cracking, tired, muffled, and certainly aged.

"What!" She winced, it seemed he was annoyed with someone or something. He cleared his throat upon realization that it was her voice. "Sam? Is that you? What are you doing with Valerie's radio?" Thinking back to the whole charade with Jeremy, Valerie must have dropped the watch without realizing it. "We're almost there Sam, you're going to be okay…" She wiped a tear and sighed softly.

"I guess she dropped it. Jonah, don't be mad at her. She made me food." Jonah's eyebrows rose and fear spread through him. He told her not to do anything that might endanger herself! "Please find her first, though. Jeremy got her."

"What? They have Valerie?" Sam winced again and Jonah softened himself as Freddie placed a hand on his shoulder and spoke quietly.

"It's okay Jonah, we will get her." Sam couldn't help but to smile at their determination and bravery. Freddie was really the only man she trusted to get her out of this hell. She wasn't sure if she could really trust any man, but there were a select few that seemed decent enough to her. "Sam, we will find you, okay? If they return, don't do anything to piss them off. Once we're in the basement, we will let you know we're there." Next, Carly's voice came over the radio and Sam felt her heart jump even more. She knew her best friend wouldn't forget her!

"Ten years is too long, Sam. I refuse to lose you again. There's a bunch of guards out here, so we'll have to pile through them first. Won't be difficult. See you soon, Sammy." The transmission clicked off and she lowered her knife, a serene look appearing on her face for the first time in so long. Freddie was here, and for her. She looked out her padded door in time to see Nevel get up and run out of the basement, finally having regained consciousness. This could be bad.

Jeremy regained consciousness in time to hear the firing outside. He stared out the window and groaned when he saw all the guards on the floor being blown away by a large group of people. He should have known they'd be coming. Thinking fast, he ran into another room that was on the very top floor, they had at least one room on each floor filled with guns and other weapons. He smirked as he pulled a rocket launcher out. Hector might get pissed to find his large mansion blown apart by rockets, but hey, whatever it took to kill these people. He heard Valerie talking in her room and frowned as he pressed his ear to the door.

"I should let you know. Jeremy…he…he tried to rape me." Jeremy paled as he moved from the door. Whoever she was talking to, he prayed it wasn't Jonah. He was normally over confident, but when it came to dealing with Jonah, he wasn't too sure how good he'd be against him. Hell, Jonah killed everyone that held a member of the Williams family hostage, how was he any different?

He heard footsteps rushing up the stairs and quickly hid behind a wall. Jonah was with Della, Henry, and Jake. Jeremy cussed mentally and looked away, how the hell was he supposed to deal with all four of them. Suddenly he remembered the rocket launcher he was carrying and smirked. That was right, there was no way in bloody hell they'd beat him with this gun.

As they ran past him and down the hallway leading to Valerie's room, Jeremy stepped out from the wall and cleared his throat. The group stopped and peered at him as he hid the rocket launcher behind his back. "So, it's nice to see you again, traitor." Jonah narrowed his eyes and clenched his hand tightly on the guns that he had. He was going to be sure to blow this man's brains out after what he'd just been told. Jeremy scanned the guns they all had and smirked. "Nice guns, they sure blow mine away." He pulled his rocket launcher out and the others stared in surprise, except Jonah, who simply shrugged it off.

"You'd honestly use that in a mansion?"

"Yes." Jonah raised his eyebrow and nodded slowly, looking to the others.

"You guys go for Valerie, I'll take care of this bastard." Jake frowned and nodded, knowing why he wanted to deal with Jeremy. After all these years, the hate, along with all other emotions, had to have built up to boiling point by now. Hell, Jonah was so pissed that he'd expect there to be nukes going off everywhere.

"Create hell, Jonah." Jake ran towards the door with Henry and Della, they had no choice but to trust Jonah. Jeremy watched them with a frown and shrugged as he pointed the rockets toward Jonah, who had his gaze narrowed and was fantasizing about all the ways he'd kill Jeremy.

"I've waited a long time for this, Jeremy. Now that we finally meet face to face, I'm going to make damn certain you regret everything you've ever done. Too bad when you die, you won't be going where your father went. Enjoy hell, Jeremy."

"Fuck you!" Jeremy pulled the trigger and Jonah leapt to the side in time to miss the rocket. He looked back as the rocket crashed into a wall and erupted in an explosion. He clenched his teeth and saw Jake and the others stare back with wide eyes.

"Keep going!" Jake nodded and motioned the two to continue running. Jeremy growled as Jonah pulled himself to his feet and fired shots at Jeremy. He needed to get Jeremy out of this area, and fast. Jeremy doubled over as one of the shots hit him in the abdomen. He placed his hand on his stomach, ignoring the pain, and glared at Jonah as the man ran past him.

"Where the fuck are you going, coward!" Jonah looked back as Jeremy begun to chase him. Jonah ran in serpentine fashion as Jeremy continued to fire shots. His mind reeled as he avoided each exploding bullet that shook the entire building. If this kept up, the whole floor might collapse. He turned towards the stairs and began running down them. "What? You didn't take the elevator?"

"And be stupid enough to let you blow the elevator up and send it hurdling down nearly twenty floors? Fuck no!" Jonah turned around and ran backwards as he fired off a round of bullets to Jeremy. Jeremy fired one last shot, which landed in the middle of the stairs. The force of the explosion sent Jonah flying. "Shit!" Thinking fast, he grabbed the rail of the stairs and looked down, he did not want to fall. He looked to Jeremy and frowned as the man smirked dangerously and pointed the rocket launcher towards him.

"Looks like you're trapped."

"Cheap, man, very cheap." He tightened his grip on the railing and peered down at the rails below him. He could attempt a fall and try to grab the rails below, but could he trust that? A clicking noise was heard and he shifted his gaze to Jeremy. Jeremy grunted and stared at his rocket with a disappointed scowl.

"Fuck!" Jonah laughed and pulled himself up over the railing. Jeremy was out of ammo. He flipped over the railing and grinned as Jeremy glared at him, throwing his rocket launcher over the edge.

"Well, you've all but collapsed the stairs…only to run out of ammunition." Jonah clapped his hands together and chuckled. "Amazing job, dumbass!" Jonah pointed his machine gun to Jeremy and smirked. "Now it's my turn."

"Well at least you can't get up here…" People could likely get down the stairs, though it'd be very difficult. The large gap in the middle pretty much prevented that fact. The fact that Jonah couldn't chase him, made it very likely for him to get away. The malice running through Jonah's veins was greater than any amount of hate he'd ever felt before. This was the final showdown, he was not letting Jeremy get away with the things he had done. Shooting him would not be satisfying enough, no, not satisfying at all. He narrowed his eyes and stared at the steps below Jeremy.

"No, but I do know what I can do to you." He began to open fire and Jeremy shouted as he jumped to the side, but realized that Jonah hadn't hit him at all. He began laughing insanely as Jonah raised his eyebrow.

"You fucking moron! You can't aim! You didn't even graze me!" Jonah closed his eyes and shrugged nonchalantly.

"Wasn't aiming for you."

"What?" The steps began cracking and Jeremy's eyes widened as he gripped the railing. "What's going on?" He began shaking, but only because the steps were moving him around. He looked below and yelled out. "You fucking asswipe! You tried to blow the steps!"

"Now you're catching on!" Jonah grinned deviously as Jeremy took a daring leap from the steps crumbling below him. He cursed and gripped the edge of the steps on the gap next to Jonah, watching as the steps behind him collapsed.

"Shit that was close!" Jonah narrowed his eyes and walked up to him, smacking his lips together a couple times. Jeremy drifted his eyes up and moaned. He had a grip of these steps with only one hand, the fight with Gibby earlier made him far too weak to pull himself up.

"Well, you're a bloody mess." Jeremy closed his eyes and swallowed. This was really it, wasn't it? This was how he would die. He should have known it would all end this way. Pure irony, in his eyes, the one to kill him would be Jonah, of all people. It wasn't fair, it just wasn't fair. "This is for Valerie." Jeremy opened his eyes and began to tremble as Jonah moved his foot over his fingers. Jonah narrowed his eyes as Jeremy shook his hand.

"Please, you wouldn't."

"No. I would. I'm pretty sure I would."

"Motherfucker…"

"Call me whatever you like, I don't care. This is the cost of all your crimes. For torturing Sam, and for having ever laid a hand on Valerie." Jeremy growled as Jonah began to press down on his fingers.

"F-Fuck…" He shouted as pain surged through him and he lost his grip on the steps. "You!" He started to fall, the last thing he saw was Jonah sneering down at him. As he made his descent, he closed his eyes. There was nothing below to catch him, and falling twenty stories was not survivable. "Dad…" His father's image came into his mind. He knew the old man wouldn't be proud of the things he had done. He'd lost his mind, he'd lost his soul.

He recalled the days of his youth, when he used to have that infernal cold. The days when Sam would tease him. Innocent teasing, that's all it ever was. Tears dripped from his eyes as his body turned over and his head began plummeting towards the ground. Why was it they did all this? Why did he go through all this? Revenge? He had become a maniac because of innocent teasing? That was it? That was all?

He crashed into the ground and blood spewed everywhere. He slowly opened his eyes. Why had he not died instantly? Far above him, he saw Valerie leap the gap that was between her and Jonah. Jonah caught her, holding her tight in his arms for the first time, never letting her go. Jeremy's lips curled upwards and he closed his eyes. Valerie and Sam would be going home today, for the first time in ten years. "Innocent teasing. I ruined my own life because of this. Dad would never have died…if I never…started the whole thing…Those fucking bastards…" It was his fault, all his fault.

His back was now drenched with his blood as it began to pool all around him. The pain was unbearable. He'd never felt so much pain in his life. "This must be how Sam felt for ten years. I can't even imagine this." His heart wrenched as his organs began failing, one by one. "Aren't you supposed to die instantly? Oh god, why are you doing this to me? Please just let me die! God, God, God…please, god…WHERE ARE YOU?" He started to sob, unable to move his limbs. Had God forsaken him? No, he'd turned his back on God. He never believed, not like his father. He tried, but he could never place a finger on the whole religion thing. He found it ironic, he never believed in God, but here he was, begging for whatever God was up there to end his pain.

Sam was a believer, she'd never lost hope that one day she'd be rescued, and here that day came. Frown lines creased around his lips as he opened his eyes and stared blankly into the air. It was his fault he had nothing, he knew that now. Sam would have everything. At least when her time came, she wouldn't be alone. Hell, she wasn't 'alone' these ten years, either, as Valerie was right there with her through it all. He coughed and blood poured from his mouth. Those two girls were believers, they'd go to heaven when their time came. He knew his pain wasn't over. The angels would cloak those two girls with love, ending all their pain, but his pain would never end. He gave up, as he lay there, dying slowly, painfully, and worst of all, alone.

Someone stepped next to him, someone that only he could see. He groaned and looked up at the figure, it was his father. "P-Papa? Is that really you?" The figure stared at him as he continued to sob uncontrollably. "Please Papa, it hurts. Why does it hurt? Help me, stop the hurt Papa, stop the pain! Please!" He could see his father's face, his father's very angry and disappointed face. "I'm sorry papa, I lost it when you died. I'm sorry papa, papa please." The figure started to change into that of a cloaked figure whose face was hidden. Fear spread through Jeremy as his silent tears dripped to the blood drenched ground. His father really wasn't there. Even in the end, his own father had shunned him. It would be the last time he'd ever seen his father's appearance, not that he deserved it. "La muerte, me toma, para mí merece morir. No soy nada."

Basically at the end, he says to death to take him, that he is ready and that he deserves it. He dies a painful death, alone.