With a sudden jolt, the pool of black latex shoots straight upwards in a pillar, twisting towards you and then rushing straight at you like a tsunami, the motion causing it to shift from solid black to a myriad spectrum of different colors. You'd love to stand around and wonder at it for a while, but the fact that it's flying straight at you might be a bit of a problem.
You start running back towards your house as fast as you can, the wave of latex hot on your heels. You can hear it sloshing around, an almost snake-like slithering sound caused by its movement. Dodging around a corner, it twists and bends, following you effortlessly. It splashes over ditches and simply moves right through poles and trees, not even slowing down. How much longer can it keep this up? No worries, you're almost home. You fake to the left; it falls for it! Without hesitation, you dive right through your front door, slamming it behind you and hearing the latex mass slam into it less than a second later, the door creaking slightly from the pressure. At first, you aren't sure it'll hold, but it doesn't seem to give even after several seconds. Looks like you're safe.
Breathing a sigh of relief, you close your eyes and bow your head, trying to catch your breath. Why is that thing after you? It already got back at you for the turpentine earlier, didn't it? So why- wait. Your train of thought is interrupted as you feel something soft and squishy slithering up your shin. Looking down, you see a leak of that latex just barely managing to pour itself in at one of the corners of your door, gathering in a puddle that's extending into a thick tendril that's slowly crawling further and further into your right pantleg. In a flash, you rip off your shoe and your sock from your left foot, jamming the sock into the hole to seal it up (something that, surprisingly, actually works extremely well). Finally, you try to pulling your leg out of the puddle, only to realize that it's already too late as you feel the latex squeeze tightly around your entire right leg. Reluctant to watch whatever changes the stuff will bring to you this time, you chalk this up as a limb lost to that latex menace. Luckily, you're safe in here; so long as that indigo latex focuses on messing with your leg and only your leg, there's no way you'll be hit anywhere else.