Unstoppable: Revitalized

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A gun was facing my forehead as I turned, the same one that fired a dart at me only seconds ago. It was nothing I'd seen before. It looked like half a hole puncher, with a barrel and a large one at that welded to the front. The holder? A business lady, it seemed: Long, pencil skirt, a button-up top covered by a black blazer, sleeves rolled up and hair put into a ponytail as her arm held steady.  She had an aged face, yet it only revealed smile lines and eyebags, telling me her job was more stressful than most others. Her blue eyes seemed to hold more interest than fear as she pulled the trigger, another dart digging into my chest. I looked at it, mulling over what she thought she was doing, before pulling it out. I took another few steps, and she pulled again, yet nothing came out. I smirked, before looking around, noting a large piece of wooden debris laying by the door. I snaked around her, letting her keep her distance, all the while noting how far away my new weapon was.

"You can't use your friend anymore. It should be... Quiet, for the moment." She spoke with an American accent, yet with no fear or anticipation. She acted as if she had control of the situation entirely. "There's no way you can hurt me before someone gets up here. Your body is weak without it's assistance. We tested these darts on our other experiment, and it put that.. thing down for at least an hour. Stay back, and put your hands on your head."

"You have no idea who I am, or what I'm capable of, not to mention I don't trust you at all. I hope you understand when I tell you: I can't let you walk out of here." My voice seemed hollow without meaning as I kept my pace slow and my intentions unclear.

"I don't know who you are. All I know is, this gun turns off that crazy side in you. It's just us now, and you? Well, your just a kid. You wouldn't hurt a fly. I've read the reports, the thing's you've done here. I didn't realise how long it's been out, how much of this mayhem it's caused, but I am glad I know now. Just give up. We won't hurt you, we just need what's in you, Adam. After that? You'll be free to go."

"Not a chance in hell, lady."

Her eyes narrowed, trying to see past whatever I was, before sighing, her following argument strong. "Adam, you are a child. You have done things not even a man should do. You have caused a lot of trouble, but what is in you is worth so much more than all of this. You don't have to hurt me. Just let me go. I won't stop you. You can walk through that door. Just let me go back to my colleagues. I won't hurt you. I don't want trouble, but you have to understand how crucial it is that they know! Please, Adam. Just let me walk out of here." She seemed to look into my very being as she said her last line, the words seeming to sting as she winced:

"You don't have to do this."

I couldn't take the chance, but I also didn't know if she somehow called for help. I knew I needed my new friend to make it out:

Hey pal, you in there?

Silence. Not a word. Not even a whisper.

Now's really not the time. Come on, come out.

Radio deftness. 

I'll even let you eat both of them. Help me out here. Please.

Not even that caused my creature to stir.

Keeping my eyes on her, I slowly leaned down to pick up the piece of wood, marvelling slightly at how perfect the shape was for spiking. Clenching it tightly in my hand, I advanced, the distance between us running out bit by bit, her calm demeanour beginning to show cracks as she was pressed against the wall, her shoes slipping against the frictionless floor. Powered by hatred and spiteful rage, I slammed the spiked wood towards her chest, but her arm blocked my advances, our bodies clashing against each other as we both continued to struggle for power. I'd started to get an edge, forcing my way towards her, and just as the spike touched her rib, I let one arm fall before slamming it into the back of the brittle tool, watching the weapon jump and lodge itself into her, her eyes widening as she gripped the stake, as if attempting to stop me pulling at it. It didn't work: The simple attack seemed to take all of her energy as she clumsily let me wrench it back out, her arms more worried about the pool of blood than the threat in front of her. I struck the same place again, digging against her as I watched her face, revelling in the pain. She seemed to slowly slide down the wall as I watched, unable to stand, kicking wildly at me as she hissed at me in agony. Once again feeling proud, I took a step back, letting the adrenaline fade from me, my eyes seeing through my power fantasy and bloodlust: In this room, I'd just murdered an old man who probably had no choice in his life, and a woman who had even less of one, dropping off a gun that wasn't meant to kill me, but just turn the monster inside me off. My eyes fell on her, her mouth open like a gaping fish, each breath seeming more and more painful by the second.

She didn't deserve this.

My eyes drifted to the bleeding, dying carcass next to me, his body still pooling blood onto the freshly shined flooring.

Neither of them did.

Guilt wrapped it's hands around my heart as I suddenly crouched down, taking off my blazer and trying to staunch the flow of blood, my target suddenly too weak to fight against me, her arms lying still next to the wound.

BUD? I REALLY NEED YOU! LIKE, NOW!

Silence.

BUD! HELP ME!

'I.. H-He- I- Oh- I-'

WAKE UP!

'A-A-Ad-Adam? Wh- what on earth hap-happened?'

I don't know, this lady shot us with something, it turned you off, but I need you to help her.

'Y-You.. You want-t t-to.. To help?'

She needs it! She didn't deserve this, she probably has no idea, please, help me.

'Adam, I-I'm not quite understanding what is-'

JUST HELP HER! PLEASE!

Silence took over once again as I continued to plead with my demon, begging it to do something, to help me, to come out and fix this. I was met with the quiet I was no longer used to, and just as tears finally left me, I got my answer:

'No. I'm sorry, but I cannot.'

I let the blazer drop, soaked in blood I needlessly spilled as I fell to my knees, my head in my hands as I wept like a baby, her breath rattling against her body as her body collapsed, yet another life I didn't need to take on my hands. My body was locked in place as I let everything trapped inside me out, needing an outlet for what had just happened. My hands became a mix of drying cold blood and hot tears as I wept and wailed, sorry for both the world that created me, and the actions that lead me here.

It took a long while for me to find strength in my legs, closing the lady's eyes and walking towards the door, stopping to take the large trench coat the Headmaster wore sat on a chair nearby to cover my body up, putting my hands in my pockets and keeping my head down low.

Hey, bud?

'Adam.'

Did I... do the right thing?

'I do not judge on ethical issues. I simply act. I cannot tell you if your actions within the room were correct, only you can do that'

...

'Adam? Did you hear me?'

Callum's right, then, isn't he?

I really am sick.