The Labyrinth
Chapter One
Leo and Moe were walking to school. It was a dark Monday morning in San Francisco and they were the only ones in the street. Something was strange about that, it should be rush hour. Leo Valdez was short and wiry, but he had an impish face and devilish smile that told everyone within a 5 mile radius that he was planning something.
"So Moe, you been up to anything lately?" Leo asked, "Naw, just the norm, became a man, nothing short of a normal weekend. You?" Moe Keelson was tall, slim, and athletic. He had a British background, his ancestors were Welsh pilgrims. His mother was Jewish (obviously) but his father was a catholic.
Leo sighed. "Moe, you know I'm an orphan, I don't get out much, do I?" He wasn't angry, but he wanted people to respect the fact he was an orphan. "Ah, sorry Leo..." That's what Leo liked about Moe, he was quick to apologise. "Is okay man! Come on, we're going to be late." Leo was always moving, always escaping the past, just to escape... He shuddered. Just move along. Move along. They called it ADHD, but it was his own free will. He liked being on the go. It was the only way to escape the pain.
"No, Leo wait, there's like... Like a triangle." Leo was thankful. He was sinking into the past. It was overtaking him. "And? A triangle?" He acted chafed. "It's glowing... Glowing blue." Moe looked mesmerised; he looked unlike anything Leo had ever seen on his face before.
"Man, you been having the magic mushrooms?" Leo tried to act funny. "No, Leo, I'm being serious, It's actually glowing." Moe inched forward towards the bench. Leo took a closer look. He could see a triangle that, with an amount of concentration and an imaginative squint, did glow blue. "Whoa, what is that?" Leo was actually bemused. Leo, who had made steam powered chicken chuckers, Leo, who had brought the elastic band war machine to New Orleans. It was a glowing triangle. Was it patented? He leant forward and touched it.