Paternal Bonds Shattered

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

A/N: Here you are, the big showdown.

Chapter 47 (Showdown at the Cliff)

Finally, Johnny had asked her out! Angie was so excited, even Cara couldn't calm her down. She was all over the place. Johnny asked her out on their webshow, a lot like how Freddie had first asked Sam out. "Cara! We're going on our first date on Saturday!" She squealed and laughed happily. "Can you believe it?" Cara laughed and jumped with Angie.

"Yeah girl, I'm proud of both of you!" Angie hugged Cara tightly. Cara hugged her back, then took a step away. "Now, I want you to take a deep breath, and chill." Angie stopped and stared at Cara, blushing. "Don't make me have to call your grandfather and say you're disturbing the peace!" Angie laughed once more and shook her head. Old Henry wouldn't do anything. Sure, he was still the chief of police, they making him Seattle's longest chief of police at ten years. He was only sixty six, so he was looking to retire sometime soon.

"Grandpa would probably tell you to just let me destroy everything." Cara laughed and shook her head. Somehow, she couldn't see that happening. Angie's phone started to go off, but it was in the other room on the end table. Her grandfather was calling her, trying to warn her. He'd received a call from Julian 'Guppy' Gibson, saying that someone was after her. "Anyway Cara, I'm going to go pick up my sister from school. You want to come with?"

"No, mom's coming into town today, so I need to get home." Angie nodded as Cara gave her a goodbye hug and smiled at her. "I'll talk to you later, okay? Then you can finish up with your excited rant about Johnny, okay?" Angie giggled and felt the blood rush to her cheeks. She actually couldn't believe she just got overexcited like that, but it had been a long time coming. "So where is Johnny now, anyway?"

"In trouble with his dad, again." Johnny had said a little too much about his suspicions about his father. This pissed Victor off quite a bit, but he was not one to harm his son. Johnny just did not understand. "I'll give you a call later, okay?"

"Okay." The girls walked into the living room and said their last farewells of the day. Once Cara was gone, Angie grabbed her phone and looked at it curiously. She had a missed call and one voicemail. Clicking the button for her voicemail, she listened to the words of her grandfather, fear starting to rise in her.

"Angie, stay in the house, stay in your bedroom. I just got word, somebody's after you. I'm on my way over, I have also sent some of my men to the location given to us. Please, stay in the house! If someone's with you, have them stay with you."

"Shit!" She clicked her phone off and ran to her door, stepping outside in time to see Cara driving off. "Cara! Wait!" She was beginning to panic now. Who was after her? What was going on? She turned her gaze to a black car sitting down the street a bit. Her heart started to race as she slowly shook her head in disbelief. This couldn't be happening, not to her, not after all the crap that had already happened to her. Just as she was about to turn back into her house, someone threw a sack over her head. "No!"

"Shut up, bitch!" She gasped as the person wrapped her arms around her. She recognized that voice, it was Gregory!

"No! Please!" He lifted her up as she started kicking, trying to get away from him. She screamed out and began sobbing. This couldn't happen to her! She had to fight, she had to do something. Maybe one of the neighbors would hear her. She remembered what her mother always said, to never give in, always fight, and always scream everything. "Help! Somebody help!" She started grabbing at Gregory with her claws, tearing into him, trying to make him drop her. "Let me down!"

"Shut up! Quit that!" He grunted as his arms began to bleed. Why did God have to make women with such sharp nails? He breathed in his pain and shouted out to Landon. "Open the fucking door, Landon!" She gasped and tears began to drip from her eyes. Landon too? She couldn't believe this. Her body became limp as she felt herself being thrown into the backseat. She tried to move, but Gregory grabbed her and began tying her wrists together.

"Please Gregory, don't do this to me…"

"You fucking screw us over and we screw you over. Deal with it."

"No! Please! You don't have to do this…"

"Shut up." He slammed the door shut and entered the driver's side. Angie struggled against the ropes on her wrist and tried to free herself. She needed to figure a way out of this, and fast. She moaned as the car started up and her body bounced in the seat as Jeremy sped off. She needed to get this potato sack off of her head so she could see, and perhaps cut through the ropes on her wrist.

It was not long before the car stopped and she felt herself being jerked from the seat. Her feet touched the ground, Gregory's hand clenching her arm tightly as he roughly jerked her along the route he took. After a minute, he took the sack off. She yelled when she saw where she was, standing on the edge of a cliff, staring down what appeared to be one hundred feet. "No! Don't do this, Gregory!"

"Shut up, I'm not pushing you off yet." Angie's eyes widened as he twisted her around. She saw Timmy leaning against a tree, his arms crossed. She gasped and her eyes shook. What was he doing there?

"Y-You too, Timmy?" Timmy closed his eyes and scoffed, pushing himself from the tree and quenching the sickness rising in his gut. He eyed the gun in Gregory's hand, it was locked and loaded, ready to be used. He began to sweat, he couldn't fail here. Landon was standing next to Gregory, staring at the ground and frowning.

"Just shut up, Angie. You're not doing yourself any favors right now." She gasped as he started walking towards her, appearing as menacing as could be. His Uncle, along with Henry, who had recently arrived, and several police officers were hiding along the cliff. They were waiting for a call to action, but first, they needed to get Angie away from the teens.

"Timmy, why would you…I stopped pulling pranks on you, didn't I? You shouldn't want this? You shouldn't hate me…" Then again, Gibby turned against her mother, so why shouldn't Timmy turn against her? Her body throbbed with agonizing emotional pain. Why was this happening to her? Timmy's face darkened as he stepped within inches of her. He grabbed her arm roughly and stared into her eyes. She saw it there. His body said he was angry, but his eyes told her he wanted to help her.

"I said shut up. This isn't going to be easy." She whimpered and closed her eyes. It was, perhaps, of a little comfort to her that Timmy might not be hurting her. Gregory fingered the hilt of his gun and watched Timmy closely. He was about ready to kill him on the spot. Timmy jerked Angie to the side, looking at her with apologetic eyes. "Gregory, let me have a little privacy with her. I need to take her around to the trees." Gregory tilted his hand and bounced his gun a bit.

"No. You can do what you need to do with her right here. I want to see whose side you're on." Timmy pressed his lips together and growled inwardly. He should have seen that one coming. But of course Gregory would say this, he never trusted Timmy. Go figure he needed a gun to deal with him.

"Fine, you want to see it?" He growled impatiently and turned his back to them in order to face Angie. He looked into her quivering eyes and motioned to the trees just a few feet away. She swallowed hard and caught his motion, she didn't know why, but she knew he wanted her to go to the trees. She widened her eyes and shook her head as he held her wrists in his hands.

"Please Timmy, don't. Don't hurt me." She would have to be brave, she knew this. She was going to be scared as hell, but she needed to have strength. Landon tapped his hands on his legs and rolled his eyes, he was pretty sure Timmy was going to die. He didn't know why, but he had a feeling Timmy just wasn't on their side.

"I said shut up!" He pushed his body forward, releasing her hands. She screamed and purposely stumbled backwards as his hands flew up. Gregory raised his eyebrow as he watched Angie fall back onto the ground and roll over to her hands. She wasn't hurt.

"Nice one, Tim."

"Don't do this, Timmy!" Timmy roared and lunged for her, slamming his fist down into the dirt beside her as she rolled out of the way. He stood up and she kicked out, sweeping his feet. He shouted and fell to the ground. She quickly rose to her feet, nearly falling over as she made a run for the trees. Gregory cussed and aimed his gun.

"Fuck! She's getting away!" Angie looked back and screamed out, nearly losing the feeling in her legs. She had to keep running, but the thought of that gun pointed at her was terrifying. Gregory smirked and cocked the gun. Timmy moaned as his vision readjusted. He had to admire her for that last move, it took the wind out of him. "You're dead, bitch!" His finger pulled on the trigger and Angie cried out, she was just inches from the nearest tree.

"No!" Landon shouted as he lunged forward and grabbed Gregory's arm. Gregory cursed as Landon pushed his arm aside and deflected the trajectory of the gun. His heart pounded as Timmy sat up and rubbed his forehead, shocked at what just happened. Landon swallowed as Gregory glared at him, nostrils flaring.

Angie had kept running, being pulled aside by Guppy once she passed the trees. He pressed his finger to his lips and held onto her arms, pressing his back against the tree and peering around it with his eyes. Landon took a step back, his hands shaking and sweat dripping down his forehead. Then Gregory began his abusive rant. "What the fuck are you doing, Landon? Whose side are you on?" Landon had spent a long time thinking about what his father would have done. Nevel knew when a wrong had been committed, he knew he was in the wrong, and that's why he did what he did to save Sam. Well he was in the same situation as his father and knew what Gregory was doing was wrong. His father had been courageous, despite the almost certainty of his death if Jeremy ever found out, and Landon knew he had to do the same. In order to cleanse his father's name, he needed to do the same.

"What you want to do to her, it's wrong!" Timmy watched carefully as Landon stepped in between the two men and spread his arms out. "She's been through enough. Timmy's right about that. She doesn't need you hurting her, she doesn't need anybody hurting her! Her mom didn't deserve the hell she went through, because of your father, and Angie doesn't need to go through hell because of you." Gregory's chest huffed as Landon felt his heart begin racing.

"You..."

"So I'm doing what's right, Gregory. I'm doing what my father knew he should have done from the start, but was too damn afraid to take a stand!" Gregory narrowed his eyes and creased his brow.

"So you're taking a stand, huh?"

"Yes! Standing up for what I believe in. My father knew it was wrong to hold Sam against her will, but for ten years he lived in fear of Jeremy. Righteously so, but if he had just taken a stand from the beginning, then maybe things could have been different!" Gregory raised an eyebrow and stared at Landon for a few silent seconds, then began having a fit of chuckles. Timmy frowned as Landon lowered his arms.

"You fucking asshole. It's hilarious!" Gregory began laughing, holding his gut with one hand and waving his gun in a circular fashion. "You honestly believe things would have been different if your fucking coward of a father stood up to my dad! You honestly think that?"

"Well…yeah…" In the end, it had been Nevel who told Gibby what Jeremy tried to do to Valerie. It changed the course of events. So why, if Nevel had spoken up from the beginning, shouldn't it have possibly changed events? "You know, usually if the underdog speaks up, it inspires things…right?" Gregory laughed and placed his hand over his eyes.

"Oh god! This is too damn much! It's hilarious!" Landon frowned and began to feel the fear rising back up. He knew what Gregory was doing, he was trying to prove he was weak. He was playing on that weak notch of his, but he wasn't going to falter. No, he was going to make his father a proud man. "You should just stay quiet. I mean, hell.." He continued laughing, never ending, it seemed. "There's honestly no reason for you to take a stand. It doesn't make a difference. Actually, no, wait!" Gregory stopped laughing and held a finger up next to his face, opening his eyes wide. Landon swallowed hard as Gregory smirked. "It does make a bit of a difference. You want to know what?"

"W-What?"

"This…traitor!" Timmy's eyes widened as Gregory shifted his gun to Landon's throat and fired. Landon fell back against the ground, struggling to breathe. Every time he did, a whirring sound was heard. Blood splattered onto Timmy as his jaw fell. What just happened? Gregory laughed and pushed his gun into Landon's mouth.

"You should never have opened your fucking mouth! A stand, my ass! You want to take a stand, here's your goddamn stand! You're nothing!" Tears fell from Landon's eyes as he met Timmy's gaze. He was still alive, and it hurt. Timmy's eyes quivered, his heart clenching and stomach lurching. "You're a goddamn sidekick, you aren't supposed to talk, you aren't supposed to question me! I hope you join your father in hell!" Landon slowly closed his eyes and Timmy shook his head. He couldn't believe this. This couldn't be happening. Gregory fired a gunshot and Landon's body jerked.

Timmy narrowed his eyes angrily as Gregory glared down at Landon's body. He was damn proud of Landon for having stood up for something. Landon did not die for nothing, and Timmy would make certain of that. He rose slowly, clenching his fists as Jeremy shot Landon's body again. That was the fourth shot. He knew Gregory only loaded his gun with five bullets, so he could use this to his advantage. Timmy took one final look at Landon and closed his eyes. "This is for you, Landon. May you rest in peace when this is over."

Chances were, if Nevel stood up from the start, then maybe Gibby would have as well. If someone spoke out against Jeremy before everything went to hell, things most certainly would have been different. Timmy roared and Gregory looked up in time to be hit by a direct right hook. He shouted as he was sent flying from Landon's body. Gregory shouted as he started to rise to his feet, but Timmy sent him crashing back into the ground with a downward left jab.

"You're dead, Gregory!"

"I knew you weren't on my side, traitor!" Gregory kicked out, but Timmy jumped over him. He closed his eyes and prayed for his father to lend him some strength.

"How could I betray you, I was never on your side!" Gregory's eyes widened as Timmy pulled him up and kicked him in the chin.

"Shit!"

"You honestly thought I was going to let you hurt an innocent girl?" Angie peered around the tree and gasped when she saw the sight. So Timmy really was helping her. Gregory grunted as Timmy delivered several blows to his face. He'd never been able to fight off Timmy, just as his father could never stop Gibby in a rage. "I should bash your head in!"

"Fuck you, Timmy!" Gregory brought his gun to Timmy's abdomen and pulled the trigger. Timmy's eyes widened, but the gun did not fire. "What the hell?" Timmy looked to the gun and growled. It must have been a misfire. "Son of a…" He looked up to see Timmy smirking at him. He backed up and aimed the gun to him. "It was just a misfire! I know I have at least one more bullet left!" He took one last step, unaware that he was on the very edge of the cliff now.

"Then fire away, Greg." Gregory's hand shook and sweat dripped down his forehead. He had to take a chance. He couldn't let this be the end.

"This isn't the end! You hear me Timmy? This isn't the fucking end!"

"Oh…" Timmy lifted his eyebrows and bounced his head up and down for a second. "It looks like the end to me. Why don't you just give up?" The true coward was Gregory, just like his father before him, he was the weakest of them all. Gregory sniffed, his nose twitching. What the hell was this? Allergies? He rubbed his nose and growled.

"All of a sudden…" Timmy raised his eyebrow as Gregory shifted his eyes up and turned white as a sheet. His father's apparition was standing before him, glaring at him. He took a fearful step back, scraping the edge of the cliff. He shouted and became aware of it, catching himself before he fell off. He placed his hand on his chest and sighed as he looked to his father's apparition.

"What are you looking at, Gregory?"

"You can't see him?" He was so red, his father was. It was like he was cloaked in fire. Was this hell? He scrunched his nose again and groaned. What the hell was going on with his sinuses all of a sudden? He never had issues like his father did, at least he didn't think so. That illness was hereditary though, he knew that from research, but it just hadn't struck him yet. His father lifted up a hand, a spark flying from his finger landed upon Gregory's nose. Gregory's sinuses then cleared up, slowly. He breathed in through his nose as the spark sank in. Then as quickly as it appeared, his 'father' changed to a cloaked figure. Gregory's eyes widened with shocking revelation. "Muerte. El ángel de la muerte." His face twisted in horror and Timmy raised an eyebrow curiously. Had Gregory lost his mind? "El segador de almas!"

"What are you going on about? Angel of death? Grim Reaper? What?" Suddenly Gregory's sinuses tightened, that hereditary illness finally rearing its ugly head.

"N-N…" He breathed in, trying to suppress it, but couldn't. He let out a violent sneeze and started to lose his footing. Timmy's eyes widened as he grabbed for Gregory, but failed when he sneezed again, the sneeze throwing him off the cliff. "No!"

"Shit!" Timmy ran to the edge of the cliff and watched as Gregory's limbs flailed. He hadn't wanted to kill Gregory, he wanted to disable him enough so the police could get him. Ironically, it wasn't he that killed him, it was a sneeze. Gregory's shout echoed through the air as Angie and Guppy ran to Timmy. They peered down, Gregory's face was twisted in horror and anger as he screamed, he sounded as demonic as he looked.

One hundred feet below, Gregory's body crashed onto the ground with a sickening thud, blood splashed in all directions as he glared upwards. Strangely, he wasn't completely dead yet. He could hear a shout all the way up, Angie's mother had finally arrived on the scene. At the edge of the cliff, he could see Sam embracing Angie tightly and Freddie peering down at him. Derek was there as well, pissed off. He wasn't angry that he had to miss one of his college classes. No, he was angry that someone tried to hurt his little sister.

Like his father before him, he realized now he would die alone. He slowly closed his eyes, his body losing its color and his soul leaving his body. Nobody was there for him. He gazed down at his apparition, it was the reddest he'd ever seen anything, a bright, crimson red. He frowned as a black hole appeared beneath him. Above, he saw Landon's apparition, dressed in white and next to the apparition of his father. A white light appeared above them and they were lifted up while he sank down. Perhaps, he deserved this. Red vines shot out from the black hole and gripped his wrists and ankles, thorns shot out and pierced him. He screamed in agony and his soul was jerked down. It was over.

Hope you liked this, review this as well. Next chapter is the very last, and it's a bit longer, so I wanted to get the this one and the previous chapter out of the way.