Duck Lake so i looked into your eyes

He does not get a grip on anything. Instead he falls forward in a clumsy manner. Snow and water rush into his mouth and he is left sputtering as the creature makes a retreat with his leg.

No, no, no, no! He stood up again and hopped a few feet before falling once more. He tried again and again, tears welling up in his eyes each time. It still felt as though the leg was there; he still felt a sensation, still felt that painful sting. But there was nothing but dangling ribbons of flesh and blood and bone.

Once again he was defeated in a swift and humiliating manner. The boy collapsed in the snow and watched his attacker retreat. Why... why. Why does this always happen? he hissed between his teeth. He curled up, just about ready to give up, but the sound of oncoming footsteps made him lift his head. He watched a shadow chase a thief.