iFight A madman::I
Contents
Chapter 1 Tragic Fight
It was the night of Seattle's biggest event in the martial art culture.
Shelby Marx 1 was going to fight Jackson Colt 2!
Spencer Shay and Marissa Benson would have refused to let the kids go there. They deemed those events too dangerous. As they had been fooled once upon a time, the three kids were grounded and had to stay in their respective apartment.
Spencer had been hurt badly by either of the martial artists.
Alas, the kids were --- once again --- again hell-bent for making a new episode of their web show, live from the sensational martial event!
Last time, they had been caught trying to fool Spencer with doppelgangers, kids from their neighbourhood who happened to look like Carly, Freddie, and Sam.
Those lookalikes were probably just not similar enough.
But this time, they had hired three not-so-random lookalikes.
Samantha Puckett was subbed by her monocygotic twin sister Melanie 3
Melanie lived at a boarding school in California named Pacific Coast Academy.
But it it was summer break.
Carly Shay was subbed by her cousin Megan Parker from San Diego.
Megan was in Seattle in order to give a concert. She was a gifted oboe player.
Fredward Benson was doubled by his cousin Toplin Wheeler 4.
Toplin was also a nephiew of dentist Dr. Wheeler. He was in Seattle in order to visit his uncle.
Carly had snuck out through the backdoor.
Megan was left alone in Carly's room.
Spencer showed up in the door frame. "I know that you're still pouting. But I've ordered Chinese foot dor us, and we may watch a few old videos from my times at college with Socko."
Megan gruunted, "I've got homework to do!"
Spencer shrugged. "OK!" He walked downstairs.
Megan was reading a book and whistled merrily. Spencer was such a stupid boob.
Boob is an expression used by Megan for useless boys, such as her brother Drake and her step-brother Joshua.
Suddenly, Carly's plasma screen activated itself.
Megan shrugged. Carly must have been really lazy, too lazy to turn the TV on. It was probably the fault of Fredward Benson.
A boy's face appeaered on the screen.
It was Nevel Papperman.
Megan shrugged. She had never seen him, and she certainly could not remember his face.
Nevel grinned dianolically. "Do you rue the day, Carly Shay? Do you rue it? Until the age of dystopia will you rue it." He was talking in a way similar to Megan's manners of talking about Drake and Josh.
Megan had no clue. But she liked that guy. "You're really cool. What a powerful charism!"
Nevel was consternated. "Hey, Carly, what are you doing> You hate me, You can't call me cool."
Megan shrugged helplessly.
Nevel concluded, "you're not Carly, are you? She's probably at the martial event. Spencer did not allow her to go, so she hired a substitute."
Megan fainted.
Nevel grinned. "Carly's going to rue that! As true as my name is Nevel Papperman."
Megan gasped. "Nevel Carlos Papperman, junior backup pianist of Seattle's philharmonic orchestra?"
Nevel coughed. "The one and only!" He was scheduled to play the piano at the concert mentioned above.
Megan grinned, "then we will see us in the concert. I'm the solo oboist..."
Nevel had read the program.
Megan walked up to the screen and kissed Nevel's cheeks through the glass. "See you, sweetie!"
Nevel blushed and passed out.
Jessica Warner 5 and Jeremiah Trottman were the reporters of the event.
Carly, Freddie, and Sam hid in a corner unaccessible to the regular cameras.
This prevented them from being seen by Spencer or Marissa on TV.
Referee Dirga, usually a middle school coach at James K. Polk in La Mesa, California, opened the martial match.
Fists were flying.
Feet swang through the air.
The audience growled and cheered like crazed monkeys.
Freddie smiled. "We've got a great angle for filming the fight."
Sam shrugged. "Bleh!"
Carly grinned.
All of a sudden, Jackson Colt kicked Shelby's throat hard.
Wrestling bull Duke Blatzberg 6 stood in front of Freddie. He thundered, "illegal move!"
Carly was consternated.
They saw Shelby gurgling and slumping onto the floor.
Umpire Dirga urged Jackson Colt to stop the fight.
But it was for no avail.
Colt started kicking and punching almost unconscious Shelby without remorses.
Dirga had called the security team and Dr. Glazer 7 into the ring.
Colt punched Dirga unconscious.
This was not easy,
Excessively curious onlookers jammed the accesss to the cage.
With minutes of delay, security stormed the cage.
Alas, Jackson Colten punched the security guards into the next century.
Juan Martinez, uncle-in-law and coach of Shelby, 8 was flabbergasted.
Dr. Glazer looked at Shelby's wretched body. "If you ask me, she's dead. That makes 200 bucks!"
Juan was dismayed. "What?" He tried to shake the lifeless girl, but for less than zilch avail.
Dr. Glazer insisted in cash.
Juan sighed bitterly when he had to pay.
Freddie, Sam, and Carly went pale.
This was their first death in a live web episode.
Finally, they had to pass out.
Spencer had been watching various boring movies for several hours.
Suddenly his phone started to ring.
Spencer picked it up. "Spencer Shay?"
The mixed noise on the other end of the line suggested a hospital as its location.
"This is St. Schneider's Hospital, Dr, Lintee 9. Your sister Carly is here for treatment." He also requested Spencer to inform Mrs. Benson and tell her about Freddie's similar destiny.
Spencer was consternated. How could that be? Carly had been in her room for several hours. He opened his door and knocked at the Bensons'/
Marissa opened the door. "Oh Spencer... it's already late, and I've been playing Bingo with Freddie..."
Spencer almost puked when he saw `Freddie' sitting peacefully at his table. Was he going to be crazy? He yelled for Carly.
Along came Megan, already wearing her pyjamas. "Spencer, I was already half asleep," complained she in a penalising manner.
Spencer told Marissa aboout the phone call from the hospital.
Marissa shook her head. "Someone must have made a joke with us!"
Spencer nodded solemnly. "But it isn't funny!"
Marissa nodded wholeheartedly.
Spencer sighed.
Everyone disappeeared in his own apartment.
Alas, Spencer noticed Megan's pyjamas. "Wait, you've never worn these before!"
Megan fainted.
Spencer grunted, "hey, you aren't Carly, you are... Megan!"
Megan sighed with despair.
Spencer was upset. Apparently, the phone call had been genuine, and the kids had fooled him again. He banged his head against the wall.
Megan went pale.
Spencer commanded, "go back to bed! I've got to talk some serious words to Drake!"
Megan groaned without words. Then she disappeared upstairs.
Spencer dared to bother Marissa again.
Mrs. Benson gasped. "Toplin?"
Toplin choked and coughed.
Mrs. Benson sent her nephiew-in-law to bed, and she got ready to join Spencer to St. Schneider's.
Bells rang out.
The megaphone yelled. "Paiging Dr. Trestin, room 101"
Spencer and Marissa were still consternated. Apparently, the kids got to the martial showdown, and something bad happened, as they had always suspected. Finally, they found the room with Carly, Freddie, and Sam.
Many other people were lying there, too. They were usually victims of the mayhem and the panics unleashed upon Shelby's brute end.
Duke Blatzberg told Spencer about the events. He had been slightly injured in his unsuccessful attempt to stop Jackson Colt.
Spencer was flabbergasted. "Shelby is dead?"
Duke nodded. "She's now in martial arts heaven."
Carly, Freddie, and Sam were still unconscious.
Dr. Lintee remarked, "they will wake up in two, or three, or maybe four, or five..."
Spencer grunted, "forget it!" Alas, he was more concerened with thinking about grounding Carly than about Shelby's death.
The kids got released from hospital the very next day.
But Spencer and Marissa had to rebuke them severely for their bad deeds.
The same was valid for Dr. Wheeler and Drake Parker who had to be mad at Megan and Toplin, respectively.
Alas, Sam was consternated when she saw Drake, a rock idol and one of Sam's celebrity crushes. She threw her arms around his throat and urged him almost violently to kiss her.
Megan groaned, "do you really want to share Drake's lips with thousands of girls each week?"
This was too much even for Sam.
She wouldn't even have her fried chicken wing shared with other girls.
Drake glared aghast. "Megan, watch your mouth!"
"Shut up, boob," replied Megan.
Drake thundered, "we're going to return right to Seattle. No concert!"
Megan grunted, "The concert is cancelled, anyways, because of the tragedy in the martial arena."
Drake shrugged. "OK, get your belongings together, we're off in an hour... or after a visit to the snack bar across the street."
Megan protested, "the orchestra is going to perform at Shelby's funeral, instead."
Drake coughed. "I don't care! Hurry up!"
Megan pouted. But she remarked, "I've heard something about Shelby's cousins coming to the funeral. Some of them are supposed to be very hot --- actresses, singers, super models..."
Freddie beamed with glee.
Drake changed his opinion on site. "It seems... I have to do some important business to do, here in Seattle, such as buying tickets for a concert of Cuttlefish that will take place in three years. We should stay at least until ... when's the funeral?"
"Tuesday afternoon," replied Freddie.
Drake nodded. "OK!"
Spebncer wondered which of his multicoloured socks to wear during the funeral.
Carly groaned, "Spencer is embarrassing at funerals. 10 He better stay at home!"
Spencer grunted, "you don't dare to..."
Carly explained, "he always talks about how he got his goldfish killed."
Marissa shuddered with disgust. "It's better for you to stay at home."
Spencer moaned, "no, it isn't!"
Marissa wondered, "what happened to Jackson Colt?"
Carly shrugged. She explained, "according to Duke Blatzberg, Colt had successfully fought his way out. Then he disappeared. He hads not been found ever since."
Marissa was flabbergastyed. "Freddie! You won't leave your room on your own again as long as the psychopath is free."
Freddie gasped. "But mom, I ..."
Mrs. Benson remained stubbormn like an ox. "Fredward! It's too dangerous for you to leave outside! It's time for your tick bath, anyways..."
Freddie choked.
Mrs. Benson grabbed Freddie's ear and dragged him away.
Carly sighed upon the Bensons' departure. "Now I can't read the feedback page for our show..."
Suddenly, the computer activated itself.
Carly glared aghast at the monitor. "Nevel!"
Sam grunted.
Megan smiled gleefully.
Carly boomed, "what are you doing here? Aren't you happy enough about Shelby's death to celebrate somewhere else?"
Nevel sighed. "Hey, I've got nothing to do with that. And now I have to perform at her funeral. But I've hacked into your feedback page. Now you just need to click the green button down under. That used to be the position of a blue button. But there's should be properly a yellow one! Freddie is such a poor excuse of a web programmer..."
Carly was confused. But she followed Nevel's instruction. And she actually reached the new feedpack page, skipping over the entries.
There had been many people expressing their condolences.
But one remark was exceptional:
A certain Ryan Leslie Laserbeam from New York City remarked: "I've observed Jackson Colt closely. He is a Russian spy! I know a spy when I see one, and I can tell you..."
Sam boomed, "Isn't Freddie already a spy from Equadork?"
Carly glared with disgust at Sam.
Sam shrugged. "What?"
Carly shrugged and returned to the monitor. "Jackson looks definitely Afro-American. How may he be a Russian spy?"
Sam shrugged. "My uncle Carmine 11 had once been arrested as a Canadian spy."
Spencer shrugged. "Spies are everywhere. Socko had once been used as a spy for an adversary college team."
Drake told many stories involving himself and Josh getting spied on by Megan.
His little sister giggled manically.
Nevel appeared again. "Spy or not... Jackson Colt will rue the day. He will rue it until dystiopia!"
Carly scratched her chin. "Sam, punch me hard! I need to know whether I'm dreaming or actaully agreein with Nevel on something."
Sam hesitated briefly before hitting Carly hard.
Carly screamed and whimpered in agony.
She had apparently not been dreaming.
Alas, they did not yet know how to find the killer, Russian spy or not.
1 cf. iCarly : iFight Shelby Marx 2 cf. iCarly : iLook Alike 3 cf. iCarly : iTwins 4 cf. Drake & Josh : Battle of Panthatar --- he's really anonymous, the name only appears in the credits. It is rumoured that there was a longer scene with Toplin and Megan, a scene cut out and pasted into iCarly with Freddie and Carly 5 various cameos throughout iCarly 6 identifies Duke from iCarly : iHatch Chicks with Blatzberg from Zoey 101 : Wrestling 7 cf. Drake & Josh: Sheep Thrills 8 surname is chosen in order to make Shelby related with Lola Martinez 9 cf. iCarly : iSaw Him First 10 cf. iCarly/ : iPie 11 mentioned in iCarly : iLook Alike --- here identified with Carmine from Zoey 101 : Walkathon
Chapter 2 The Funeral
The funeral hall of Seattle was choxk full.
This was most likely due to the live report in iCarly.
Nevel sat in front of his piano, ready to play a requiem for Shelby Marx. He had hated her, and vice versa. But he had not wanted her to get killed that soon.
Megan unsheathed her oboe.
Father MacCurdy 1, fattest priest ever, had given a long sermon.
Nevel sang along while playing the tune.
Ubi sunt, qui ante nos
In hoc mundo fuere?
Venies ad tumulos
Si eos vis videre:
Cineres et vermes sunt,
Carnes computruere.
Surge, surge, vigila!
Semper esto paratus! 2
Megan and Nevel usually loved requiems.
They reminded them of the futility and absurdity of human life in this world.
Alas, Drake had not been disappointed.
Some of Shelby's cousins looked like tomboy Shelby, just totally girly.
There was e.g. Lola Martinez, an aspiring Hollywood actress.
There was also Victoria Vega, curtailed to Tori, a gifted pop singer who had just not yet been discovered.
Viviana Marquez --- better named `Vivienne' down to her aversion to her Latina roots --- was a top model working for MadStyle in New York City. 3
Shelby had also denied her own Latina roots, to the degree of not mentioning her coach Juan being her uncle. For that avail, she had also changed her family name from Marquez to Marx, and assumed a definitely not Spanish-sounding first name, i.e. Shelby.
Tamara Tyson 4 was another pop star. She lived in Montreal.
Tammie's band had won the national contest for highschool pop music twice in a row,
Even those female relatives who did not look extremely similar to Shelby were incredibly hot.
Drake enjoyed especially Caterina Vega, curtailed to Trina. 5
Caterina was Victoria's elder sister by one year. She imagined being a very gifted pop singer, and she did everything in order to make it into a band. She rubbed her shoulders seductively against Drake's.
Megan gasped, as she thought Trina instinctively to be now good for Drake. She was only abusing him.
Drake swooned and purred with glee.
Spencer had snuck in through the backdoor, inspite of Carly's strict verdict. Even more, he wore a tuxedo suit with a funky tie 6 and with sparkling multi-coloured socks.
Carly was consternated. What an embarrassing disgrace!
Father MacCurdy looked at Spencer. "What are you doing here?"
Spencer sighed, "oh, I've been told to be a good speaker at funerals."
Carly grunted, "by whom?"
MacCurdy was only interested in getting as soon as possible to the funeral banquet. "OK, the stage is yours."
Spencer started talking about the repeated loss of his goldfish.
Carly stuffed her ears. "That can't be possible. It's insane!" She decided to intervene. Filled with anger, she stood up and walked up to the altar. "Spencer! You're impossible! I'm going to take over!" She pushed Spencer away. "Mrs. benson, please take care of him!"
Marissa nodded solemnly. She had not slept since Jackson Colt had been on the run. She remained awake all night with a baseball bat in her hands, ready to defend Freddie against the serial murderer. Now she dragged Spencer away.
Freddie was totally annoyed by that demeanour.
Carly gasped. "OK... I'm Carly... some of you may know me from my web show. Some of you don't. I don't know. It totally depends on what you use to watch..."
The audience giggled.
A blond boy of fourteen years almost blushed to death then listening to Carly's sermon.
Carly continued, "I think... This is the perfect occasion nto sing a popular funeral song. You all know it. Megan, Amazing Grace!"
Megan grunted, "is that really necessary?" Like Nevel, Megan loved gloom-and-doom funeral songs talkigg about the last judgment, hell fire, or purgatory. She was mildly annoyed by all those sweet euphemistic songs of methodist flavour.
Nevel moaned, "we better pretend to do so..."
Megan started blowing her oboe with even more angelic grace.
Nevel's fingers danced across the piano.
Carly started singing.
Amazing grace
How sweet the sound
That saved a wretch like me
Sam sang a slightly different version,
Amazing graze,
How sharp the blade
That shaved Freddie 'n Gibby
Carly glared sternly at Sam before continuing.
I once was lost
But now am found
Was blind,
but now I see.
Sam was bored.
Her belly bellowed like a lion.
That noise was echoed by the impressive architecture of the hall.
Carly decided mercifully, "OK, time for the banquet..." She wiped a lot of sweat off her face.
Gibby wanted to deliver an `awesome' speech. He ripped his shirt off.
But Carly sent him away. "It's embarrassing..."
Gibby pouted.
The masses stood up in order to make it to Cheesecake Factory 7, the location of the banquet.
Megan kissed Nevel gently on the cheeks, making him swoon and blush.
Carly gasped. "Megan? You like him?"
Megan turned around. "Carly, you have had your chance, and you have flunked it completely. Now he's mine!"
Carly laughed. She was of course not jealous. She hated Nevel. Thus she felt like backstabbed and betrayed by her favourite cousin befriending him, let alone being totally in love with the disgusting freak.
Nevel grinned. "I've told you to rue it, Carlotta Shay."
Carly sighed. "I know."
She walked quietly away.
Now it was time for the banquet.
Sonya 8 and Kazu, former owner of a sushi pub on the campus of a private boarding school in California, had prepared a large table.
Sam and MacCurdy were uttermost hungry.
A blond girl of eighteen years walked up to Spencer. "Excuse me, my name is Zoey Brooks."
Spencer shrugged.
"Your socks and ties are... interesting! I mean. they aren't appropriate for a funeral, but I've designed those like three years ago," explained Zoey.
Spencer gasped. "My pal Socko has ordered them from the interweb..."
Zoey gasped. "He did? I have never published them. They were thought for parties at my boarding school, the Pacific Coast Academy."
Spencer sighed. "Sorry for that."
Zoey shook her head. "I don't mind you wearing them. It's just... strange. I would like to become a professional designer, but my parents won't pay for fashion school."
Spencer nodded. "Grandap sent me to law school, against my artist aspirations. But I got expelled after three days. I'm a sucker for justice, but I hate defending people just because they pay me for it. I ended up as a freelance artist with no formal training. It's not easy to get along, especialy when obliged to care for your little sister. But I've managed to do so."
Zoey nodded. "I know that feeling. I had to do a lot with defending my little brother and my friends. But I couldn't do that for others. Think of having to defend Shelby's murderer..."
Spencer shuddered with disgust. "It's thoughts like this that confirm my decision to drop out from law school, over and over."
Zoey nodded sadly. "It will break my parents' heart, but, sooner or later, I won't be able to follow such a streamlined career they want me to pursue. They are now working in England. But I wonder whether it's possible to make it into the fashion business without fashion school."
Spencer shrugged. "Socko told me about a company in New York City called MadStyle who has employed a teenager as a Vice President for young fashion. It seems possible if you're the right one."
Zoey gasped. "Wow!"
Spencer smiled. "Just don't give up..."
"I won't," promised Zoey. "Oh, there's my brother Dustin!"
Dustin --- the guy who had blushed upon listening to Carly's sermon --- smiled at Spencer. "Hi! Want to play a party of PacRats 9?"
Spencer sighed. "Hi... sorry, but Carly has hidden the box..."
Zoey gasped. "You know him?"
Dustin beamed. "He's Carly Shay's brother."
Zoey choked. "Oh, that's it... Dustin is a total fan of Carly's show. Melanie Puckett, the sister of one of the kids running the show, had got him addicted to it. She's at the Pacific Coast Academy, too. And so was their cousin Trisha 10 who was expelled upon seducing Dustin. They look much a like. And they've got a cousin in Canada"alludes to same actress's rôle in Best Player" who is an expert for video games."
Spencer sighed with ignorance. Wow, the world was so small. "So, you care for a little sibling, too? Obviously very well..."
Flattered Zoey nodded and smiled. "Now that I'm eighteen years old, I've taken some legal responsibility. Mainly for social security stuff."
Spencer grinned. "Cool. It won't be easy all the time, but it's feasable. My responsibility for Carly is limited, too, while dad is working abroad. Grandpa has got a lot to say, but he lives in Yakima Valley, an hour from Seattle."
Zoey sighed with relief.
Spencer wondered how Zoey came to know Shelby.
Zoey explained, "her cousin Lola has been my roomie at my boarding school for five years."
Spencer nodded. "Cool... I would have liked to live at a boarding school with several boys of my age in a room."
Zoey shrugged. "We're friends, but that's not always easy."
Specer called Carly over. "There's a big fan of your show. His name is Dustin."
Carly smiled and shook hands with the deeply blushing boy. She was totally surprised. She had come across many fans. But Dustin was the first one to blush a shade of crimson or purple in her vicinity.
At the same time, most of the food was finished.
Sam rubbed her belly and belched gleefully. "More!"
Freddie was thoroughly disgusted.
But nobody had asked him for his opinion.
Megan was disappointed by Drake's choice. She grabbed him. "Aw boob... don't you see that Trina is only using you?"
Drake gasped. "Is that your business?"
Megan grunted, "it wouldn't be if you were more careful."
Drake was consternated.
Megan explained, "Trina, aka Rebecca, has got a very bad voice and is half as impressive as Victoria, Tammie, or Lola. She may be a good model, but her voice is terrible. She will seduce you just in order to get into your band and sing along. She may look totally hot, but she will ruin your band."
Drake giggled. "You're caring about my band?" He was a bit astonished.
"I'm caring about your life," replied Megan. "You may not be given a second chance after ruining it by keeping on choosing the wrong girls."
Drake did not yet want to listen to his sister. "Even Henry Doheny 11 got a second chance after messing it up."
Megan gasped. She had helped that senile illusionist in a vary mysterious manner to revive his rusty career, making him appear to have come back from the dead --- literally. "Don't talk about that, boob!"
Drake shrugged.
Freddie used various moments of Marissa's mental absence in order sneak a view at one or the other of Shelby's cousins. He did not dare to do so under mom's scrutiny.
Marissa urged him to stay away from girls. She supposed Freddie to throw himself dauntlessly in front of a girl in order to save her from Jackson Colt's deadly kicks and punches 12, getting himself killed in the process.
Fredie dared to gaze down Lola's cleavage. He almost lost himself.
Unfortunately, Lola had got a fiancé.
His name was Vincent Blake.
He was six foot tall and full of muscles, almost like Jackson Colt. Vince had been the quarterback of the football team of the Pacific CoastAcademy. He had been expelled once for bullying pupils. But he had been pardoned. After all, he had never been close to beating anyone to death. But he was probably the only one in the room able to stop Jackson Colt.
Duke Blatzberg might have done so, too.
But his inertia prevented him from reacting in time.
Alas, this was the first time Vince noticed anyone besides himself glaring at Lola in this excessively horny manner.
All of a sudden, Vince stood right in front of Freddie.
"Say your last prayers, Freddork," commented Sam.
Freddie trembled as if shaken by a Richter 5 earthquake.
Sam chuckled mercilessly.
Melanie grabbed Sam. "Shut it! Freddie suffers enough from Shelby's brute end. You don't have to rub salt into his wounds."
Lola grabbed Vince. "That dweeb isn't worth it. Don't stain your tuxedo with his blood. You will need it for my next première party."
Vince sighed and spared Freddie's life. "OK, darling! You're right."
Freddie sighed and stomped his feet. Was he really such a dweeb? He was desperate. How was Vince able to tell Lola apart from her alike-looking cousins, anyways?
A teenager with nerdy braids and dark spectacles walked around. Her cellular phone rang. She picked it up. "Quinndelyn Pensky ... oh Cal 13! ... Really? ... well, I can't hear you well. let's talk about it afterwards... it is... let me say, interesting!" She ended the call and walked up to Sam. "Miss Puckett... are you Melanie or Sam?" She wasn't sure. She had performed various surgeries on Sam's mom, such as eye lasering 14 and plastic surgery 15. In addition, Qionn was the best friend of Zoey Brooks.
Sam pinched Quinn hard.
"OK, Sam," replied Quinn, "your mom needs an armpit transplant."
Sam nodded solemnly. "Her shrubbery almost hangs down to the ground."
Quinn explained. "I'm already looking for genetically competible armpit donators. I use this portable DNA scanner. Let me demonstrate..."
Sam was bored by Quinn's nerdy talk.
Quinn aimed a portable device at Freddie.
A beam shot forth and tickled Frddie in some delicate spot, making him squeal.
Sam chuckled. "Cool! You need to scan him more often!"
Quinn shook her head. "Hardly. That was enough. Freddie and your mom are only much less than one per cent genetically compatible."
Sam grinned. "Why did that not surprise me?"
Quinn shrugged. "Anyways, my fiancé Cal has just tested the device on the DNA left by Jackson Colt in the cabins 'neath the martial dome..."
Sam moaned, "so Jackson is compatible with mom?"
Quinn shrugged. "not too much. But Cal has also figured that Jackson Colt's DNA is identical with that of a Russian martial artist that had disappeared in a fatal accident like seven years ago. I don't understand it. Jackson is black, the Russian jock was white, but te scanner says..."
Sam was not interested in details. But hey... maybe that spaz from New York City... Ryan Laserbeam... had been right. Jackson Colt was a Russian spy. According to Espionage Channel, spies were really people said to have disappeared years ago, somewhere far away... She needed to talk about this to Carly, but not in the presence of too many people.
The banquet was finally about coming to an end.
Carly had alreather gathered a dozen of teenagers rigged and ready to go and make Shelby's killer pay.
But they had to find him first.
Nevel suggested, "I'm sure that all those who have watched iCarly's special will watch out for Jackson. And I'll make a note on my Nevelocity site."
Carly caught it. "OK, I'll talk about the topic again next week on iCarly."
Freddie and Sam agreed.
The guests started to disperse.
Megan and Nevel were the pnes to turn out the lights.
Nevel had read from Megan's powerful aura that she held special powers over life and dead.
Megan's aura used to scare most people away.
Nevel was one of an extremely small group of people feeling absolutely comfy in Megan's aura. But he asked her about that topic upon being alone.
Megan whispered. "Don't talk to anyone about it... they might read too much into it... Yet it's true, I have raised Doheny from the dead. But these were different circumstances... I knew what I was doing. Shelby, on the other hand..."
Nevel kissed Megan's temples. "Let's talk about it some other day."
Megan nodded solemnly.
The lights went down.
The funeral weas over.
The quest for revenge was on.
1 mentioned in iCarly : iWant A Record 2 where are those having been in this world before us? Come to the tombs in order to see them. They're ashes and worms, the flesh rotten. Rise up and awaken, be ready anytime! 3 cf. True Jackson VP : True Crush 4 from Spectacular! 5 here identified with Rebecca from Zoey 101 : Chase's Girlfriend 6 cf. iCarly : iPromote Techfoots 7 cf. iCarly : iWin A Date 8 cf. iCarly : iPromote Techfoots 9 cf. iCarly : iStage An Intervention 10 cf. Zoey 101 : Bad Girl 11 cf. Drake & Josh : Great Doheny 12 cf. iCarly : iSaved Your Life 13 cf. iCarly : iGo Nuclear 14 cf. iCarly : iMust Have Locker 239 15 cf. iCarly : iTake On Dingo