Previously on Freddy The Flea:
Fria feared Freddy was lost for good since he’d been sent to The Arena already, however, DaFlea gave her hope. The escaping Fleas headed towards The Arena, where they can gain access to Lord Tick’s chambers and a secret escape path. The Roughneck Fleas and Ticks were in hot pursuit, as they barely managed to shut the gate when they came crashing down. DaFlea ordered them to hold firm.
Part 21:
As the Fleas struggled to hold the gate down, others were already working on securing it shut with some hairs. They quickly worked their way, weaving several threads across, then securing it to the surrounding clumped wall of hair.
As the escape Fleas heaved to keep the gate shut, they heard one of the weavers shouting out.
“There, that should do it!”
As the Fleas carefully let go, the sounds of panting and heaving filled the air.
“We have to move!” DaFlea shouted with abated breath. “Their army is split up now but it won’t stay like that forever.”
Across the sides of The Arena, there were various weapons stashed, which the Fleas grabbed as they made their way along the side. It wasn’t long until their movement started irritating the cat.
The massive, clawed, Paw of Death started scratching down, getting within inches of some of the Fleas.
“Watch out and slow down!” shouted Bruce Flea.
As the party slowed down, the irritation stopped.
“Be careful everyone,” said one of the escapees.
Fria was constantly on the lookout for Freddy, however there wasn’t a soul in sight.
“Have you seen anyone else around here?” Fria asked DaFlea.
“No, nothing yet.”
“This place gives me the creeps,” Fria said, as she shook the shivers from her spine.
“Freddy!” Fria started shouting out, “Freddy!”
As the group reached a gated pathway to their right, they could hear scurrying and scraping sounds.
“This is where they keep the Berserkers,” Bruce Flea said, as they slowly made their way along the long gate.
“Freddy!” Fria attempted again.
“Fria, is that you?”
The call sounded so distant and faint that Fria thought she was imagining things. She stopped dead in her tracks as the rest of the party pushed ahead.
“Freddy?”
“Over here. I can’t move!”
This time Fria was certain of the call. It was Freddy, and it sounded as if the call came from behind the gate.
“DaFlea, wait!”
DaFlea turned to find Fria anxiously pulling at the gate.
“It’s Freddy. He’s stuck in here!”
“What? Are you sure?” DaFlea said as he made his way back.
“Yes, listen. Freddy, can you hear me?”
“Yes! I can’t get out of here.”
DaFlea also heard the faint and distant call. He called some of the other Fleas over to help with the gate. After a few hard tugs and pulls, the hair securing the gate snapped, and it slid along the rail. Fria wanted to rush in, however DaFlea held her back.
“Easy now, we’ll get to Freddy. We just need to proceed cautiously.”
As they made their way into the passage, Fria occasionally called out to Freddy. His calls gradually grew louder as they made their way down a dark passage to the right. In the distance, they could see a lighted chamber, holding a Berserker.
When they were about halfway down, the whispers started. The first one was behind them, then straight ahead, and to their left.
Bruce Flea was at the head of the party and called everyone to a stop. He closed his eyes and listened intently to the whispers. By this time, they were coming in randomly from all around.
“Get down everyone!” he called out, as he started swinging a ball attached to a long chain he’d picked up in The Arena.
There was another whisper to the left.
“You will die,” The Whisperer said.
Bruce Flea flung the chained ball, hitting the unseen target. A split second later, they heard a thud as something fell to the ground.
“Hold your positions!” shouted Bruce Flea, as he already had the ball swinging by his side again.
Another whisper came from behind.
“You will die.”
As Bruce Flea arched backwards, he let loose of the chain again, sending the ball with lightning speed towards its target, and another thud followed.
Three more whispers came in quick succession, and Bruce Flea knocked these invisible targets everytime. He listened for a while longer, however there were no more whispers.
“Over here, help!” they could all hear Freddy’s calls quite clearly now.
“Let’s move!” Bruce Flea shouted out.
As the party quickly made their way further down the dark passage, they came across a knocked-out Flea covered in a black tracksuit.
“These whisperers Ssstower talked about was just a rouse,” DaFlea said to Fria, as he looked at the body.
As the Fleas stepped into the chamber, they saw five separate holding cells. Four of those had Berserkers in, with one of them standing empty.
“That must have been Ssstower’s cell,” DaFlea said.
The Berserkers started banging at the cell doors and screeching when they noticed the party. All but one.
Fria looked around to see where Freddy was, however he was nowhere in sight.
“Freddy!”
“Over here!” he shouted.
It came from the cell where the one Berserker was quite calm, facing them with its rear. Fria rushed towards the cell. What she saw made her jaw drop to the floor.
Previous Chapters:
| Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6
| Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 | Chapter 12 | Chapter 13 | Chapter 14 | Chapter 15 | Chapter 16 | Chapter 17 | Chapter 18 | Chapter 19 | Chapter 20 |
