Unstoppable: Revitalized

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"Why?"

I'd watched Callum shut the doors, metal ones that sat into the floor, completely in line with the ground, before turning back to me, now really seeming scared.

"We need to get to yours, and we need to get there now. Stay behind me, don't say a word, and keep close. Got it?"

"Got it." I said, deciding to hold my questions until I got home. The sunlight was low, the sun herself lazily setting below us as we walked through the large, empty school field, noting that The Cooler was indeed on school grounds, and I was indeed transported home every time I'd been locked down there.

How did he get away with that? That has to be a safety problem, or illegal, or something. Maybe if I told someone? No, they'd think I was crazy. The Boss would kill them, then punish me. There's no winning here. Unless...

I kill them.

I could. It would be right. It has to be, after everything they've done to me. I could start with the Caretaker, get myself locked down there, or go down there myself, and kill him. Then get the headmaster, then anyone who stood in my way, get out of my chains, kill The Boss, everyone. I could. I should. They deserve it. They all do. I'll get them. I'll get them all. I swear.

We'd just got towards the edge of the gate, freedom in sight, before Callum stopped, scanning the area, his hand in his pocket. He seemed more on edge than ever, unable to stop or stand still. He suddenly kept walking, heading towards the gates, before trying it. Mumbling to himself, he started digging around nearby, looking for something, every second making him more and more frantic. I kept looking around us, trying to catch whatever had him so unnerved, before it sprung to me: Literally. 

Poppy seemed to just appear before me, turning a corner to see us. Her face seemed to brighten as she noted me and Callum, who was still rummaging around blindly.

"Hi poppy." I spoke aloud, hoping it would catch Callum's attention as I took a few steps back, before an anger I'd never felt began to form inside of me. It reminded me of how she carved holes in me, how she knocked Charlotte out, how she made me blow a room up to escape, how she tried to rip my flesh off my bones. It reminded me of how evil she was.

And all of a sudden, I didn't feel so afraid anymore.

"Adam. It's good your here-" She got out before I ran towards her, keeping my arms in front of me as I slammed into her, knocking the wind out of her before pinning her down, picking up a larger rock laying near us. I didn't even get a chance to argue with myself before I had it in both of my hands, raising it high above me and sending it crashing down into her forehead, the force knocking her against both it and the ground, causing her head to rattle and her breath to hitch. I couldn't stop: I did it again, and again, slamming this object into her head, more and more blood dripping from it. The energy came from nowhere as her face caved in slightly each time, the dents I continued to make bringing me more and more joy, until I finally broke through the skin, small fractures of skull joining the dots of blood on the floor, spreading all around me. Brain matter came next, most of it gluing itself onto the rock itself, before I finally felt my strength giving out. Roaring with anger, I brought it onto her one final time, leaving it lodged in her as I did, standing back up, stumbling back as the adrenaline finally wore off.

 I looked at my hands, covered in every internal material the human body had to offer, before scrubbing them against the pavement, taking most of the larger elements off. I felt my body struggle to breathe again as I ran over to a selection of dense greenery, my body throwing up into it as I fell to my knees, heaving and dragging up more fluid by the second. I couldn't think, I couldn't come to terms with what I'd just done

Murder. Cold murder. She didn't even have a chance. Did she deserve it, really? I thought so, but now... Now I just feel sick. She didn't deserve that. I might as well have just put a knife in her skull. God, what's happening to me? What's wrong with me?

"ADAM! COME ON!"

Callum was still here, and turning to face him, I caught him moving towards a car in the parking area, something in his hand. He looked at the first one, before throwing his elbow into it, the glass bouncing it back. Yelling at himself, he looked at Poppy's lifeless corpse, true shock in his eyes, before taking the rock from it. Wiping the gunk off of it, he smashed it against the same window, the glass shattering all over. I'd caught up to him and was a step behind him as he reached in and released the handbrake, rolling the car.

What the fuck is he doing?

He let it roll, sending it towards Poppy, the wheel causing her head to splatter into a fine paste that coated the wheels and part of the car, stopping it soon after. My mouth dropped open in shock as he returned to the gate, unlocking it and letting us both out. He kept the keys, sprinting down the road. I followed, trying to keep as close as possible, thankful that the streets were mostly empty that night. We ran for a while, houses and streets blending together, before he stopped, hands on his knees, catching what few breaths he could. I mirrored him, everything that happened causing me to struggle regardless.

"Poppy's body is- is easier to cover up that- that way." He coughed out through breaths, finally reaching a point in which he could talk again. I stayed silent as my body returned to normal, walking ahead of him slightly, almost in a daze, the walk home a blur until my door opened. I knew Callum was behind me, so didn't bother shutting it, walking immediately into my kitchen to throw water on my face and potentially cut my own throat.

So, you can imagine my surprise when I found Charlotte sat there, coffee on the table, flicking through her phone, with not a care in the world.