Unstoppable: Revitalized

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His short, bladed hair barely covered his scalp, with a flat nose, lumpy ears, and a snarling mouth, he easily could've passed for a Rottweiler in the street. His features seemed staggered, as if whoever made him knocked him while they still formed. If he did have one thing going for him, it was muscle: The kid looked built like a tank. Arms double my size, a slender figure, and a carved chin for the full package. He put his hand out, and, instinctively, I spat at it, causing him to draw back, sighing in disappointment. 

"This? This has been the problem?" He asked, looking me up and down as if deciding which bone to break first. The Boss just nodded, gesturing towards me, adding the words "Get creative." 

For a tank, he moved fast. I'd prepared myself, but his fist still crushed into my face, sending my nose into my flesh, a few colours getting incredibly bright before stabilising quickly. I was thrown off my balance, letting him get a free hit on my stomach, the combined pain causing me to drop to my knees as I focused on staying alive and breathing. His hands wrapped around my face, thumbs poised towards my eyes before sticking them into the sockets, gouging them deeper into my skull. My body began to panic as I screamed in pain, before something grabbed my tongue and seemed to pull before yanking hard, the numbness in my throat telling me he'd ripped it out. I could just about gargle as I flailed my arms around, wildly swinging, but soon enough the pressure lifted as I fell. 

I must've got a lucky hit-

My left arm was pinned, before being pulled away from me, something near the shoulder pressing down to add to the pressure. I could barely gargle at this point, my pain slowly growing as I felt something violently shift, a sickening rip heard as my arm lost all feeling. I tried to move, to fight, to do anything, but I couldn't. I was entirely helpless, and at Oscar's mercy as he tore into me, my body breaking harder and harder under the pressure. Each piece of me was removed, until my head and torso remained intact, my consciousness beyond able to even understand what was happening at this point. I begged for death, for release, and finally got it when something hit my chin hard, both my head and jaw separating themselves as I rolled away, calmly accepting my passage into darkness.

Oh, god. I was torn to pieces. Literally ripped to shreds. I'm all over the place. How on earth am I supposed to come back from this?

My head felt blended together as I levitated, my thoughts utterly empty after being the victim. I stood no chance: Oscar, the kid both Callum and Charlotte were afraid of, put me into the ground, and he did it quickly. He didn't even boast. I felt my eyes fizzle into life, but knew not to expect anything other than what normally happened. Something did change though: The world I was in shook, and violently. So violently, in fact, that I fell to the floor, my body once again together and operational. I kept looking around, wandering, waiting for the light to break through. Seconds turned into minutes, which soon turned into hours. 

I'm awake by now. What's going on? What's happening?

In a moment of desperation, I called out into the darkness, hoping for some sort of reaction.

"HELLO? ANYONE THERE?!" I screamed, hearing my voice go on forever. It was as if I could see the soundwaves simply continue into the dark. I sighed, sitting down and looking at my hands, only just visible in the hue of my own body.

It's just taking longer. You don't understand what you are, neither does The Boss. Maybe something went wrong?

'No.'

I snapped my head, hearing something incredibly close to my ear, before rushing to my feet, turning in all directions.

'You have made a mess of your Deoxyribonucleic acid. It's going to take a little longer for your body to fix itself, unfortunately.'

I was still feverishly turning in every direction, eyes trying to pierce their way through the camouflage of sable. 

'I see. You are still unsure of what I am. One moment...'

I was forcibly spun around, fixing in a position as... something walked out of the darkness. Well, walked is a stretch. It strode towards me, it's features clouded by my death vision. 

"What- who- how-? What is- what are you?" I stuttered, fear suddenly controlling me as I struggled to move against myself, rooted still, my body becoming colder as it got closer.

'Where are we? We are in a separated part of your body. A small, atomised area, so small it cannot be destroyed or removed. It has every single cell structure that you need to regrow your body. As for what I am?'

It came into view, and my jaw dropped, my mind breaking and going blank at the same time. The thing that stood before me looked similar to Poppy's monster: Scales, knitted together like natural armour, with clawed hands, and a stance of fear. Yet it's scales were jet black, seeming to be even darker than the world I was in. It had a face, but nothing on it, a smooth, almost reflective surface, beside a gaping maw filled with teeth that seemed to line itself all the way back to the back of it's throat. It seemed to vibrate slightly, as if feeling the temperature and size of the area we were both in. The claws it had looked fresh, untainted by any form of blood or harm, yet looked even deadlier than the one I'd faced before. It left a sizable gap as it stopped, almost seeming to understand my confusion and terror as I stumbled back.

'I am your 'gift,' Adam. Your monster. The very thing that allows you to repair your body.' The voice sounded exactly the same as Poppy's one did: Accent less, unidentifiable, yet I understood every word perfectly.

'We have much to discuss, now that I am truly awake, and, considering you are now fully awake here, we should do so. Immediately'