Puppetmaster

In a mad rush, you catapult yourself into the monster. As smooth as a snake, the Puppetmaster's lean body moves to one side and you smash head first into the ground, aquiring a mouthful of dirt. Laughing like some deranged maniac (which I guess, he is), the Puppetmaster grabs you tightly by the back of your head and thrusts you into the air, his sharp fingernails digging into your scalp as you desperately try to squirm free. Then, the evil creature spins you around to face his ugly head. His red eyes burn into yours, his steady gaze hypnotizing and bright. You feel yourself being drained of life, slowly wisping away from you like an evasive smoke, curling its way into the Puppetmaster's open mouth. Your skin feels dry and cracked, you can sense your body losing its fluids and its heat, and when the Puppetmaster is finally done, you collapse in a heap on the ground, too tired to move or do anything at all.
"Stupid boy." he cackles as you begin to turn into dust.