The putrid stench of vomit filled Jason's nostrils as the man staggered to his feet. Can't see, he thought to himself, as his hands reached out to find something to steady himself on. His knuckles cracked against a wooden shelf, and a loud clattering followed as several buckets full of supplies were knocked to the floor. Grasping his head, Jason winced and cried out, falling backwards against what he recognized moments later as the door to a supply closet. His eyes slowly opened up, squinting as neon lights flashed from the walls. He groaned and rolled over, trying to get up onto his hands and knees, but a derisive snort caught his attention.
Craning his neck upwards, Jason's gaze met with the sneer of a massive centaur, looking down at the human as his head grazed the ceiling. The centaur raised a huge mug to his lips, and downed the drink in one go, before turning away towards the door. As the horse-man started to move, his tail flicked to the side, slapping Jason full in the face as the haughty centaur chuckled. Before he could get far though, a wad of spittle found its mark on his rear, and Jason laughed aloud. With a swift turn, the centaur came about, reaching out for the human and picking him up off the ground in one smooth motion, disgust and anger mixing on the centaur's face. Jason cursed as his head began to pound even more, but he refused to let the creature get the better of him. With one hand grasping the centaur's forearm to steady himself, the Jason's other hand snapped out, cracking against the centaur's jaw. His hand immediately began to throb, but he didn't even have time to react to the pain as the centaur spun about and threw Jason across the room, sending him crashing into tables as patrons jumped out of the seats to avoid the living projectile.
Wood splintered about as the Jason's body crushed the tables and chairs in his path, glass shattering and alcohol splashing over him and the floors, causing him to wince in pain as the burning liquid seeped into his many fresh cuts. He started to get up, but was simply lifted into the air as easily as a child's doll, and then thrown once more out the window. Jason landed in a heap amid shards of glass strewn about the sidewalk. Like any metropolis, the passersby took note of him only long enough to step aside, continuing about their day. His ribs were bruised and cracked, and he had several wounds from glass embedding itself into him, but he stubbornly struggled to his feet. Again, the centaur rushed him, not fighting for the sake of pride, but letting loose his own sadistic tendencies. A cruel smile played at the horse-man's lips as he pulled back an arm for a heavy punch, but he was caught off-guard when a flash of blood-stained glass whipped into his arm. Blood sprayed outward, decorating both Jason and the sidewalk, though it did little to stop the centaur's onslaught. His punch rocketed forward, landing square in the middle of Jason's chest, sending him sprawling backwards into the street.
The centaur walked forward slowly, deliberately. His hooves clattering against the pavement as he advanced on the beaten man. Reaching down, the centaur grasped Jason's head by his hair, and lifted him up off the ground, so only his toes could touch the ground and relieve the pain shooting through his scalp. His mouth opened to say something, but whatever words that left his mouth were drowned out by the sound of tires screeching as a car sped around the corner and slammed into the both of them. Jason's body went flying once more, and the centaur's legs crumpled beneath him. The last thing Jason heard was the cries of the centaur, blaming him for what happened to his legs.
Images flashed by him, white lights, blue shirts, and a bag that hung near him, full of what looked like water. His body ached,but he couldn't focus, and darkness began to creep into his vision. Everything blurred, but he fought to stay awake. To see what had become of him. And then everything came into sharp contrast. He could see clearer than ever before. His eyes widened, and his gaze darted about the room, taking in every detail he could, but only one caught his attention. A figure, cloaked in... purple? Black? Green? He couldn't tell. So many colors, and yet only one. The figure stepped towards him, lying there on the gurney. The nurses seemed not to notice them, even as they closed the distance - brushed against them - and came to a stop next to Jason. The figure leaned over, closing in, until their face was mere inches from Jason's. Even from this close, he couldn't distinguish anything about them, only that they were there.
This world of yours, a voice said, overpowering every thought Jason had had in his head, does it not seem... different? Does it not seem unlike how it once was?
Yeah, Jason thought, but... nothing's changed... has it?
Oh, poor Jason, the voice said, only now, as you die, will you learn the truth.
What truth?
There is none.
What?
There is none.
... What?
Shut up and die.
With that, the figure's eyes opened, and a blaze as bright and pure as the sun enveloped Jason.
He screamed.