Unstoppable: Revitalized

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The hallways, after just slipping through a side door a couple of entrances too early, seemed quiet and desolate compared to the chaos and carnage I'd just witnessed. The silence that blanketed the area seemed to reject the sound of my feet against freshly mopped floors as I stayed focused on my new mission: Answers.

'I cannot see why he wouldn't provide them.'

Hey, you know how you went into Poppy's brain and removed all the bad bits?

'If, by 'bad bits' you mean the incomplete, inferior version of me, I indeed remember.'

Could you not just... Eat the headmaster, and play his memories whilst you did?

'I could attempt to, if this human simply does not give us what we seek, yes.'

At least I have a backup plan.

Every classroom I passed seemed to be the same: Students sitting up straight, nice and neat, looking at some form of drivel on the board, each one looking as uninterested and bored as the next. The same students learning the same thing the same way from the same teachers, over and over and over again, as if nothing really mattered.

The definition of insanity.

I'd finally come to the front: A little tucked away corner on the fifth floor of the school, his room being the only one up here. I began to walk towards it, motivation fuelling my stride, before a receptionist stopped me, seeming to appear from out of nowhere, shuffling papers with a discerning look on her face.

"Can I help you, young man?" She seemed to constantly look me up and down as she spoke, as if looking for the slightest tinge of movement from me. I went to say something witty, before a tentacle appeared from inside my chest, unbuttoning my blazer and ripping through my shirt, piercing the receptionist clean in the skull, the tip poking it's way out from the other aide. It lifted her up, letting her lifeless body dangle freely as the papers fluttered behind her, before discarding it and retreating back into me, a look of horror on my face as I watched a life snuffed in mere seconds.

'This woman is part of the group selected to make sure you are captured and we are forcefully removed. She is a danger. We must continue on. But first...'

I suddenly lost all control of my limbs as I leapt onto the desk before landing next to her, my eyes forcefully scanning her. My other side came out incredibly fast: I had no time to react as it began tearing into her, pieces of cloth and bones being spat out and picked clean in a minute flat, the only thing left being a broken, bleached white skeleton. My horrific creation gagged, as it reached into it's mouth, slowly pulling out an arm bone the same way a magician pulls a sword from his throat, before throwing it with the rest of the pieces, marching towards the door, I was still stunned by what I'd seen, unable to speak as the words on his door came into focus.

The first one read: HEADMASTER

The second one read: OCCUPIED

Ah, fuck him. Head on inside. 

I found myself after seeing his name, rage seeming to seep their way into my bones as I took control, gripping both sides of the door and pulling it towards me, sending the hinges and frame scattering into tiny pieces behind as I stepped into the room, every nerve in both of us standing at edge.

The room seemed to be a haven of spending: The floor seemed to be coated in boards of refined oak, with enough gloss covering them to see our reflection in. The brown floor seemed to meld softly with the light grey paint covering the walls, painting adorned in golden framing helping to spruce the room, giving it a flair of decadence. The desk he sat behind was made from the same oak, two chairs of leather and craftsmanship in front of it. Only one was occupied, but my main focus was the Headmaster: An older man, with greying hair barely populating his slowly balding head, his owl-like eyes that cut through lies now filled with surprise and fear as he stood from where he sat. His arms were raised in immediate surrender as we strode towards him, leaning over the desk and looking into the whites of his eyes. He seemed frozen with fear as I let a single finger trace his suit, slashing his tie as I stopped at his neck, applying the smallest amount of pressure possible, causing a yelp to leave him.

"Hold on, hold on just a second." His voice barely held itself together as I laughed, throwing the desk beside me so nothing separated us.

I'd like to come out. I want to talk to him.

'I do not like this idea, but as you wish.'

I felt my body morph and contort as my feet felt the floor, eyes quickly adjusting to the old man, now more stunned than afraid.

I don't need to know. I have the idea of what happened to me. I just wanted to watch the life drain from your fucking body, you sick freak.

I immediately jumped on him, slamming him to the ground, using my legs to pin his arms as I dug my hands into his irises, slowly pushing down as he screamed and thrashed and pleaded. I didn't stop until my thumbs were entirely submerged, a texture I could only describe as raw mince pouring out the sides of his sockets as I began to pull his skull in half, a strength I didn't know I possessed emerging from me as he slowly cracked, his cries for someone to help him growing slower and slower as his face tightened before splitting slightly, strings of flesh and blood adorning him as he slowly fought less and less, his raspy breaths finally cutting out as I ripped hard, his head splitting at the seams, his lifeless brain splattering to the floor, a splash of blood covering both myself and the room. Standing up from my actions, I expected some form of pushback: The vomit reaching my throat, panic of how I'd just killed someone else, even a shake in my hands, something, anything to convince myself I was still capable of coming back from all of this. And yet, as I stared at my hands, watching my victims flesh gently slide and plop to the floor, his blood so deeply ingrained into my skin I may never remove it, I felt calm. I felt clear minded. I felt as if I'd finally taken a large chunk out of The Boss' top dog, and I had no problem or qualm doing it. 

'We still have another living mammal in this room, Adam. We must eliminate-'

The creatures words were cut off immediately as I felt something small and sharp pierce my back. Flinching and reaching to grab it, I found a small dart in my hands, a clear liquid nestling in the bloodied cracks of my fingers. I sighed, before turning, ready to add another kill to my list.