Unstoppable: Revitalized

-03-

I went to spin around, but with a swift movement I was once again spinning towards the desk, landing on it with an almighty CRACK. No pain took over, but adrenaline still kicked in, my body turning to face whatever just assaulted me. Against all odds, and all possibilities, there he stood: Nusanda. He looked mostly similar. His skin seemed grey, veins pushing against his skin, begging to be released as he heaved and huffed, breathing seeming to be a struggle. He seemed hyper fixated on me, his body swaying but his eye contact remaining unbroken as he took a few steps before stopping, grappling his head, finally severing it. I couldn't move, pure horror freezing my joints together as I watched him twist and contort himself, before pausing and snapping back to normal immediately. The calm, yet cold eyes I'd become adjusted to had become truly dark now, a thick black fluid filling the blue in his veins to accompany it. His arms seemed to have swelled, as if being filled to the brim before walking over to me, his strides seeming to shake the room. Before I had a chance to react, both of his hands had grabbed me, my terrified face mere inches away from his.

"You know why I kept you behind, don't you?" He'd said, his previous voice being replaced by a lower drawl that made thinking difficult. It felt as if movement was impossible as their breath puffed into my face, foam lining the sides of his unnatural grin, each moment seemingly making him more and more unpredictable. No clever quip, nor audible statement came from me as I stuttered, eyes widening alongside his smile.

"What's the matter? Has a cat gotten your tongue?" He mused, before slamming me against the board and dropping me to the floor, my body feeling light and seeing stars. Standing back up, I swayed, more terrified than ever as I found my footing, taking steps back towards the door. He'd followed suit, giving himself some distance to play with. I dared to glance at the door, and I heard him laugh as he stumbled over to it and locked it, putting the key back in his pocket, my escape seeming impossible.

"You aren't leaving. We aren't finished with this conversation." His words slurred as he continued to struggle to stand, anger seeming to be the only characteristic motivating him. My tongue came loose, which allowed me to respond in the most reasonable way possible:

"Sir, you need to back the fuck-"

He snarled at me, pushing against a desk and causing it to slam into a wall, making me flinch as he drew closer, practically savouring the terror I felt. Keeping his hand still, he took a few moments to scan over me, as if deciding which body part to remove first.

"THAT ATTITUDE." He paused, eyeing me up as he stomped closer, my space to back up into running out by the second. "Is the biggest problem. Its filth. And-" His head cracked back, angled slightly, before dropping back down and staring into my very existence, finally managing to stand upright.

"I hate filth."

He suddenly rushed towards me, faster than I could react. My body was hit with a firm hook as he planted it into my chest, immediately sending me tumbling into a back wall, slamming my skull onto it. It didn't hurt currently, just a dull throb, but my vision seemed pixelated and blurry as I scurried to one side of the room, still fighting with the stars in my eyes.

"Come here."

My vision finally fixed itself, giving me the ability to pinpoint him; He stood before another desk, and, showing no sign of stress, picked it up and threw it at me. I was far too marvelled at the feat I'd just witnessed, and only realised how serious it was once it'd made contact with my body. The table itself shattered, splitting in half and breaking most of the bones I had protecting my vital arteries, before hailing splinters into my skin, each one desperately finding a nook to bury itself into before settling into it's new home. The metal assisted gravity in toppling me down, a large piece entering the side of my neck. Speech seemed impossible as I gargled up spit and chunks of vomit, my vision inverting both colours and objects as Nusanda got closer and closer, a look of twisted joy upon their ghoulish face. They said nothing, but instead grabbed me by my neck, lifted me to look at the whites of its eyes, and twisted my head round entirely. A full one hunded and eighty degrees.  A sound similar to a shovel scraping across concrete blared as I felt incredibly light, Nusanda ripping my spine out of my body and holding my head up high, letting me get every single detail of the tiles before casting it aside. The last thing I saw before everything went dark was my vision spinning as my head rolled away, the creature already beginning to rip the rest of my limbs off, it's body seeming to darken as I slipped into the dying of the light. Time seemed still as my eyes opened again, my irises seeming unable to adjust to whatever was around me.