Unstoppable: Revitalized

-12-

"I've been looking forward to this all weekend." Liam's smile prevailed, showing pearly white teeth as he got right into my face "The thought of punching that face of yours? Probably the best motivation I could ask for."

I'm not playing these games.

"I don't wanna do this Liam, not anymore." I said, my voice breaking at the end, causing the vultures circling us to laugh. I knew it was hopeless. I knew he wouldn't listen. I knew nothing would change him. He just loved to hurt people. Liam laughed as he punched my chest, hitting my ribs and knocking the breath out of my body, his fist almost taking me off the floor. My brain went numb, my body froze up, and a feeling of acceptance spread through my body. My ears rang as he threw a haymaker at my chin, knocking me to the floor as I coughed up something yellow and red, the laughter from both Liam and the hall filling my mind as I clawed at the floor on all fours.

How could you enjoy this?

I felt fury begin to coarse itself into my brain, singing a sweet song to me as my eyes found focus, adrenaline spiking my blood.

What sort of sick fuck would ENJOY this?

I found strength from the bottom of my stomach, finding my legs and standing once again, keeping my body as still as possible.

HOW?!

Slowly losing control, I threw my arms out to get blood pumping to them, and raised my fists. Liam's confident smile lowered, and I couldn't help but grin.

I'm going to fucking kill you.

"He's still got some fight in him! Very impressive." Liam warmed the crowd as they started chanting his name. He looked me square in my eyes before throwing another punch, this one I dodged back from before grabbing his arm and pulling him towards me. He stumbled drunkenly, and found my knee in his chest, digging into the small middle point of his ribs. My elbow came crashing down on top of his head, the sound of bone on bone only making me angrier. Clearly dazed, I took advantage of his condition by grabbing the top of his face and slamming them into a line of lockers, kicking his cheek with a movement full of spite. He hit the floor, but soon got back up, blindly swinging. I managed to grab another one of his flailing arms, twisting it behind his back to stop him from running around. I then grabbed a tuft of hair with the spare hand, before cocking it back and slamming it full force into the concrete floor. Over and over again, each hit causing the crowd's chants to turn more and more into silence. At this point, Liam had tears streaming down his face, a few teeth on the floor, and a blubbering voice begging for forgiveness. Something took over me: I didn't see a person, I saw an object, something to break open, to smash apart, to take every inch of rage out on. His mushy face went back into the lockers, teeth first, until the only action I felt capable of doing was watching his face become more and more slack as I continued to smash it to small, flailing pieces. I could see his eyes fluttering, and knew if he went out, he'd essentially be useless to me.

I want him to feel this. To feel it all.

My leg cracked into his stomach, his mouth suppressing itself as he pushed me away and ended up crawling away, students parting for him as he did. I calmly walked towards him, a complete paradox as my body fought against the fear and panic inside of me, before raising a foot up and bringing it down forcefully, his head slamming into the ground and causing more blood to thickly dribble from his mouth. My trainer connected with his scalp again, stamping his head out as he rolled over, a pained groaning seeming to be the only noise he could make. I took a look at my work: The bully, stupid and proud, taller, stronger, harder than me, reduced to a man who could only crawl away, barely awake and conscious. I blinked hard, trying to remove the cloud of anger that consumed me only moments ago, and the realisation hit me hard. Neither one of us was better than the other. We were both monsters, with no bounds, remorse or sympathy. The only difference is I never had a chance to let it out, to express it. His eyes fluttered shut, his breath slowed to a shaky crawl, and his body went limp. The hallway was real quiet for a while, everyone seemingly frozen in place. I started to look around, taking in the faces of shock, before one set into motion just how fucked I was.

Callum. He was approaching. And fast.

Just as he wade his way through the first group of students, someone's flash went off, capturing Liam's broken condition. It seemed to activate everyone else, as the halls came to life, students pushing and shoving to either see Liam, or to get away from the scene. I took advantage of this, throwing people out of my way as I made it towards the door, trying anything and everything to get through. I made it, looking back to see Callum running toward me, full force, practically flying. My legs moved before my mouth did, crashing through the doors, my arms assisting my body in running. I was no expert runner, but clearly I could move like an athlete when my life depended on it. I could feel his eyes on me, disgusted with what I'd done. I didn't need to be a genius to know what would happen if he caught up with me.

"STOP!" I heard him call, trying to use some authority, but I wasn't buying it, not even slightly.

He's seen as another student. Don't stop moving, Adam. Don't you dare.

I spun the corner outside, coming through another set of doors. Thinking on my feet, I spun round, clicking both of the latches into the door just as Callum threw himself into it. To my surprise, they held, and he bounced back into the concrete before standing back up and looking at me through the glass, anger showing through his face as he slammed the door. I backed up, spinning back round, not even bothering with looking back.

There was no point. I knew he'd find another way in. And where I currently stood was the only way out. I had to hide, and I needed to do it quickly.