10th January 2022, 03:30 am
Deaths eyes fissile out of its sockets, foaming back up stronger.
Better.
Faster.
More savage.
His body slowly grows larger and bulkier, nothing like that pathetic man I was looking down on moments earlier. That man is dead. Gone into the abyssal insanity that its torturous existence.
Or maybe not. Maybe he''s still in Death.
But I do know It wants to die. And yet it can''t.
Interesting.
Death tries to scream for help but its tongue has long since melted away.
Death wants to flee but I''m in the way.
So it does the only thing it can.
It fights.
It fights for its freedom.
It raises its fist up, its arm wobbles as it tries to get used the strength it now holds.
I take the opportunity and strike for its ear, the scalpel puncturing his eardrum. It tries to scream but all I hear is a low gurgling sound. I try to pull my scalpel out but its body is already forming over it.
I lose my grip on my trusty scalpel and back away. It, Death, scratches at the now forming lump on one of its ears before tearing the ear of completely.
Fuck.
I don''t have a weapon and I''m facing against an enemy that it growing at a faster rate than I can damage it.
But its goal isn''t to kill me this time.
It''s to escape.
To find a way to make the pain stop.
To end it suffering.
And mine.
Mine is to win.
I smirk at it, its body growing bulkier then slimmer again and again and again.
This thing can kill me however times it wants and I''ll always be back.
I CAN''T DIE. At least not permanently.
All I have to do is persist, right?
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It will break before I do. I mean it''s half way there already.
and then I pause.
why would I want that?
why would I want a practically immortal beast rampaging across the city?
I have plans.
it would be just be a wild card.
a wild card that would-
A corroded fist shatters my jaw, the acids on its hand eats away at my face.
MY FACE!
I punch it back, catching it out whilst it was weak and frail and pathetic. It topples over and I hear the snapping of bones. I step on its frail excuse of legs.
But that doesn''t matter though. In a battle of immortals, no scars will remain.
But my face, no, my pride. It hurt my pride, the one of only thing I have left in this world anymore.
My belongings.
My family.
Not even my body is safe.
All I have left is my pride and my burning desire for revenge.
And It hurt it.
I grab one of the bottles littered on the ground and bash it onto the skull of Death, the shards of glass pooling onto the back of his eye sockets. The glass snapping off the connective nerve between the eye and the brain, making him basically blind.
But that didn''t matter.
It still had a nose.
And I smelled an awfully lot like blood.
It charged straight at me whist my back was turned. My body slamming straight at the metal sheet door, tearing it straight from the hinges.
fuck.
Fuck.
FUCK!
The pain forced me to realise something.
I can''t win.
Death is growing faster than I can keep up.
How?
There must be a way for Death to do it. Gain doesn''t come from nowhere.
As I lay there in the heaps of metal under my body, it comes to me.
The acid I threw that pathetic man onto. It must be still on Death.
I can''t believe that I didn''t think of it before.
I stand up from the metal rubble, my legs slowly twisting and distorting itself back together.
I stand up, smirking.
A plan was finally forming in my head.
I need to get Death to a river or something. Any water source.
I need to get the acid off of Death.
Death charges again, screeching bloody murder. At least that''s what I think Death is trying to say.
I try to side step Death and fail.
Death grabs my arm and, with ease, tears it off, discarding it on the cold concrete walkway.
Blood bubbles from the wound. I resist the urge to scream.
Where''s the closest water source?
I should know this stuff. I grew up here.
The- The river.
The closest public water source is the river.
I mean I could barge into someone else''s house but I don''t think I could do it without dying a few times and that''s not very preferable.
I look around for something to use as a weapon or shield or something to stop me from bleeding out. Just anything.
Fuck.
Nothing useful.
The street was basically clean.
Okay.
Okay.
I''ve dealt with worse odds.
I start to run.
Death chases after me.
It can''t see me or anything else.
It can only smell me.
I turn a corner.
Death turns the corner, tripping on a wire as they do.
That means I can use the environment to my advantage.
I clamber up a ladder, reaching the roof of the house.
As I reach the top of the roof, I collapse.
I''m so tired.
Everything hurts.
Death slowly moves up the ladder.
I don''t know where to go from here.
I don''t even know where here is.
The crunch of metal being crushed grows louder and louder.
I struggle to get up with my one arm, the strain of pulling myself up a ladder with one hand is getting to me.
I move to the other side of the roof to look at where I am.
yes.
Yes.
YES!
I''m so close.
I''m only a block of terraced buildings away. The roofs are flat. I can easily lead Death to it like this.
Death pulls himself up onto the roof and I ready myself to run.
Death starts to charge at me.
And I turn and side step Death.
Death charges past me, their arm reaches out to me and misses me by an inch.
Death tries to stop but their feet haven''t fully reformed yet.
Death stumbles of the edge of the roofs, straight into the river.
I don''t approach.
I don''t move.
I''ve won.
I lay down on the roof, joy overflowing my body.
I had won.
As the high slowed, I sighed.
This isn''t the end.
It will never be the end, will it?
If I have to suffer from this, I want to do this in comfort.
I want to go home.
Even if it is dangerous.