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The Windigo of Frigheim IX

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The Windigo of Frigheim IX
-- a speculative fiction by Emily Chesley

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It was just as she finished polishing off the last toe that Jeremy returned, armed for battle with a club he'd fashioned from the thigh of the other Fetish. Combat ensued. It was a protracted and precarious affair, as the club gave the cowardly Brit a serious advantage in terms of reach. But eventually, the two lovers managed to defeat Jeremy with a series of kicks to the groin (Leila) and punches to the head (Benjorn). In his last flailing moments, Jeremy connected a solid blow to Leila's mid-drift, causing her to faint with pain and internal hemorrhaging.

Benjorn was beside himself with grief. When she regained sensibility, she whispered to him: "you must feed me some of Jeremy. I would never do it except that it is my only hope of survival."

"Then you must my Leila, you must." Benjorn delicately fed her parts of Jeremy's tastiest bits until she could eat no more, and again they fell asleep.

Benjorn awoke the next morning and went out to collect snow they could melt into drinking water. He had not had a drink nor any food in two days and was exhausted. Outside the hostile air of Frigheim IX was many degrees below zero, but the wind had ceased scouring the landscape. He watched as a glorious play of lights showed from beneath the clouds to the north, and was entranced by the shimmering glacial wilderness before him. For the first time since they knew of the beast hunting them, Benjorn felt a stab of hope. With the others dead, he was certain that Leila and he could find hospitable land in the south.