A Friend For The Insane

Chapter Eleven: What is Going On?

Fona gasped as the air around her became bitter cold. Spamton had stood for a solid two minutes before succumbing to the cold. His black jacket was covered in a thin sheet of ice and his hair was riddled with shards.

Fona didn't last long at all. Her skin was freezing and she felt her fingers and toes going numb. Frostbite was setting in.

There was nothing either of them could do: if they ran, they risked becoming more frozen, if they didn't, they would surely die.

Spamton would send an attack their way, it was either booked or dodged, Fona would throw rocks, again, blocked or dodged. They couldn't do anything to protect themselves.

They were alone and death would surely be answering the door soon if there was no intervention.

Yet, at this rate, they needed divine intervention.

Just when it seemed their fate was sealed, and death was at the door, loud shouts were heard.

Now, where this fight had taken place was at the foot of a rather icy looking hill, where things could easily fall down and hit anybody.

So it was no surprise that something was falling, what was a surprise was that it wasn't a something, rather two someone's.

Sliding down the hill on the head of her axe, was Susie, behind her, clutching her shoulders like his life depended on, wailing like a scared child, was Ralsie. Both came flying down the hill at top speeds.

Fona couldn't feel happier to see them, but she also couldn't feel most of her body.

The two hit the end of the slope, the axe kept moving, Susie and Ralsie's eyes widened and they crashed into both Kris and his other friend, sending them all down yet another hill, tumbling away from Spamton and Fona.

Both stood there dumbfounded and exhausted.

Then booked to as fast as their cold, aching bodies would permit.

When they were far enough away, they wondered just how much of a coincidence it was that Ralsie and Susie had suddenly appeared, or that maybe it wasn't a coincidence. Whatever it was, Fona and Spamton were safe, or as safe as they could be right now.

The unease and sickness Fona had felt was gone now, yet something that hadn't gone was the cold, the numbness of her feet or her hands. She honestly could tell if frostbite was actually there or not, but for now she would assume it was.

So as soon as she could, she sat down, she simply laidback on the wall of a storehouse and closed her eyes.

A laugh bubbled up, she didn't know what was funny, but she was too exhausted to stop it.

When she next opened her eyes, it was to Spamton laying next to her, the sky it's constant state of black. She sighed. She attempted to move her legs, but they wouldn't budge. They were stiff and still cold. So she continued to sit there. After a few minutes of listening to her own breathing, her eyes closed again.

She could feel herself being moved but didn't know where to or what was dragging her along.

Fona's eyes fluttered open and saw Spamton, readjusting his grasp on her arm, pulling her along behind him.

"Spamton?" She sounded so weak, she didn't like it.

Her friend opened his eyes, stopped tugging and stared at her.

"Where are you dragging me?"

"WHY TO THE [royle] QUEEN'S MANSION OF COURSE"

"Spamton, why?! I don't want to go there"

He gave her a puzzled look before his eyes filled with static, it seemed he remembered what happened outside the mansion.

"Can we just- WOAH, SPAMTON" her words were halted as something grabbed her arms and pulled her away from her friend.

Fona was pulled away in the opposite direction, she couldn't even turn her head to see who was taking her. All she could see was Spamton's ever growing smaller form.

She shouted her friend's name over and over, hoping he could do something, but the further she got away the more she lost hope he could do anything.

Tears fell from her eyes: this wasn't how it was supposed to go, it was supposed to be a breath of fresh air, not a day filled with more chaos.

Why was this happening?

Why did she feel all alone?

Why did Spamton want to go to the mansion. . .

Why?

Abruptly, the one pulling her along turned, then turned again. They were heading in the direction of the mansion. Why was she being taken there!? She struggled, yet in her weakened state, she was only causing herself pain.

She couldn't do anything.

She was weak.

It was all her fault.

The person gripped her arms tighter, continuing to drag Fona.

Fona shut her eyes and more tears ran down her cheeks.

She felt useless.

She felt hopeless.

She was filled with. . . Terror