Two Eyes Cenote tres rondas y un sonido

The boy has mere seconds for his senses to relay what was happening.

First, there is the sudden noise of racing steps, louder and louder, the most he gets is a brief glance at a twisting, teeth-bared shadow before something inconceivable filled his senses. 

Pain, right in his gut. 

It wasn't anything like the feeling of bruises, which was all he knew.

The wind is knocked easily out of his body, and with it comes a strangled cry. There is a moment before his brain even registers that it must fight. 

Suddenly, there is something new to him. Fear, the sort that tears down everything you once knew, the kind that sears through mind body and soul. The kind of fear only understood when death tries to call your name. 

Its an inevitable fact of life, fear, but he would learn many lessons all too early.