Levi's body hit the hard ground like a sack of potatoes. A hot, white agony exploded from his shattered ribs and radiated through his entire body, each breath a new wave of fire.
The world dissolved into a cacophony of pain and the roaring of the waterfall. His consciousness, already frayed from the sprint, began to unravel.
A cold hand, one of the pale, corpse-white ones, gripped his shoulder. Then another, this one pitch-black, clamped down on his other arm.
He was hauled up from the ground, his body a broken puppet, his head lolling back. He found himself face-to-face with the creature's bizarre, stitched-shut face.
A punishment for it's disobedience.
He saw the hands from its back, a writhing, living tapestry of black and white, reaching for him. They didn't seem to want to hurt him.
Levi's vision blurred at the edges, the pain a constant, deafening roar. But he fought against the encroaching darkness, he couldn't loose consciousness, not yet.
