Reduces people to bleached skeletons

They tried pummeling at me with their fists. This I felt; the damage was spread all across my surface. However, they weren’t much stronger than a normal person. It would take much stronger impacts to do any real damage to me, and I’d survived being in a car crash. I remembered something about the slime having the ability to regenerate by taking on additional mass, but it was a memory that was oddly muted and vague. It didn’t seem important for some reason.

Releasing the bleached skull of the first man, I latched onto the second. He tried to avoid me, but in the close confines of the van, there wasn’t much chance of avoiding me. It felt a lot easier fighting this way that it had when I was a human. It wasn’t that I was reacting any faster now than I had before. It was that I no longer had to defend myself.

Something must have happened to the driver, because suddenly we were all in midair as the van went flipping over and over again until it came to rest upside down. I bit down on the skull of the youngest man, almost involuntarily as I felt myself torn out of my clothes and spread across the wall of the van.

The last of the three men in the back of the van was still alive.

I covered his head and started crushing until he was dead. Then I started creeping up toward the driver.

He was still gurgling from the bullet wound in his throat, likely from a stray shot that had passed through my body. This being Brockton Bay, I couldn’t completely rule out the idea that someone had just taken a potshot at the van, especially as there were beams of light coming from all the bullet holes in the side of the van. Still, I couldn’t see anyone outside, and the simplest explanation was usually the right one.

I was spread out across the van, and it hurt to move. It got better after a while, and I looked back at the skeletons of two of the men behind me. I couldn’t remember having done that much damage to the two of them, but the battle had been fairly chaotic. The third man still had his body, although the flesh had been stripped clean from his face. It hadn’t been from the teeth either.


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Beautiful