Fucking hell, run!

I know I'd promised to tell you more stories of Star. I'm sorry I've been slacking on that, things have been really tense. And now I have a story, but it's a new one. From last night.

Some, if not most of you, have read this post.  Last night, we were attacked. The air got cold and something felt wrong. I was swearing and Star was just STARING at the wall and looking nervous, and Spencer was throwing August's dishes around and fishing for guns which he apparently stores behind them?
Then he's running out the fucking door and everything slams shut somehow, though like hell I'm leaving him out there alone. I follow him out, Star flanking me. And something's horribly wrong, Spencer's on the ground and telling me to get inside and somehow he sounds both more like himself than he has for days and horribly wrong.
There was snow. How was there snow? There's never any weather at the House and anyway it wasn't cold enough for snow. Or it shouldn't have been. Valtiel.
Valtiel had been there, somehow (how did he even get in?).
He left a message. "Last Chance."
We all stared. Star seemed paler than usual, before he got sick, and then I had two men on my hands vomiting up BLACK and wasn't that just the nicest thing.
I tried to get them both back to the House, but I lost my grip on Spencer and got Star in first.
Went back for Spencer. There was a wall there. Literally. I scream and shout and beg, but he's telling me to stop being stupid, to get inside.
Like hell am I leaving him. I keep scrabbling at the wall, even as I hear his cries of pain, his desperate taunts, I'm fighting with everything I have to get out there, to help him, and nothing works.
The wall crumbles. I try not to think about what it means, instead I rush over, but I'm too late, because he's already in the kitchen with us, bloody and battered and looking... well, looking like death.
I'm rushing towards them, because of course they're right next to each other and somehow I'm on the opposite end of the room.
Then he shows up. Slendershit. Spencer, even half dead and mostly mad, has a better knack for describing than than I ever will. All I knew was rage and grief and pain, and I scream as I rush towards him, but there's no sound somehow, just this roaring, raging silence that HURTS. I lose it. I do the stupid thing. I try to stab him, to stop what he's doing to Star, looking terrified and somehow making small, scared, pained noises past the silence. There's tentacles in his head and I'm slashing, stabbing, trying to make him stop hurting my friend.
Then I'm thrown back into the wall. My vision goes white and now I can't see straight. I keep trying to rush toward them but it takes me a minute to remember how my legs work, and I probably have another concussion but that doesn't matter because he's hurting them and I have to stop it.
Then he's gone. Star is.. just there. Not unconcious, just... blank. Empty. I don't want to think about it. I'm screaming for help and Spencer is begging me to take him and run and I try to argue, but he's right.
He kisses me, once, and there's blood on his lips but I'm so far past caring about that now.
Then Todd shows up and I know he'll make sure Spencer is safe, I can't do anything he can't anyway, so I'm picking up Star and  throwing him over my shoulders and running, and driving, and driving, and fuck it's hard to drive when you can't see straight.
I hadn't stopped to breathe till an hour ago. Star still hasn't woken up. Have to keep running.
We're alive. Alive and running and I don't know what he'll do if he doesn't wake up, but no time to think about it, I need to keep running.