aaaaaand chapter two. only three ne, so...

anywho!

warnings: spoilers to a greek myth? violence? angst?! are these any reason for a person to avoid a fanfic D (jk jk)
inspiration: the siren part. and the song "lies".
reason: because i can.
rating: maaaybe T.
pairings: none really.
summary: "mom...when will i be free? i miss you..."
disclaimer: not mine, never will be.

enjoy!

mmmmm

It was dark, and to anyone else, it would be almost impossible to see. He, however, had spent most of his young life in the labyrinth, and the darkness was clear as day to him. The sound of voices echoed through the passage ways, and his ears perked up. Voices meant people. People meant food. He stood slowly, his legs unused to walking and the lack of food weakening him. The wall was rough against his palm, but the minotaur didn't mind it. He made his way quietly to the voices, hooves scraping the ground almost silently.

They walked forward warily, unable to see anything in the darkness. If they didn't know any better, they would assume the point of the darkness was to hide something. The young humans made their way slowly through the labyrinth, torches in hand to light maybe a foot in front of them.

"S-So...do you think its true?" one girl asked.

"What?"

She fidgeted. "About the monster..."

Two males burst into laughter, and she instantly felt ashamed of herself. "A monster? Now thats truly something a woman would say!" one remarked.

"Oh no, a monster Whatever shall we do!" another male mimicked, laughing loudly.

The girl huffed, but said nothing. She looked off to her side, freezing. There, in the pale light of the torches, glowed white hair and a pair of horns. Shrieking, she dropped her torch, the flame flickering before going out. That was all it took for the creature to pounce. Her cries bouncing from the walls, and the group turned, casting their light on a creature with white hair and horns, a bulls lower body, devouring their friend. The white haired creature didn't care though, because he was so hungry, and he didn't care WHAT he was eating, so long as he ate.

They ran, leaving their dead friend in the hands of this creature, who stood oblivious to their screams. The minotaur hummed in ecstasy, chewing the meat slowly. Gods, he had missed the taste of flesh. He knew well enough what he was eating, but the shame of being a man-eating murderer had long since fled him. That wasn't to say he really enjoyed eating humans, but compared to mice, they were wonderful. When he lifted his gray eyes, the minotaur noted that the group had left their friend behind.

He sneered at this. Trust those sickening humans to worry only for themselves. He wasn't much better he knew, but he hadn't a choice in the matter. He ripped the girl to pieces and gathered her dismembered corpse up, intent on making sure he didn't waste her. Lord only knew how long it'd be till he next ate. He didn't know how many days passed down here, only that it was rare that he could actually eat. He'd capture the other humans later.

Setting the remains down, he settled down on the rough and dirty floor, absently nibbling on an arm. He hadn't always lived in here. Once, a long time ago, he had a mother, and he lived where the sun was always so bright. The other children didn't like him very much, claiming him a freak for his appearance, but his mother had loved him greatly. She had always played with him, treating him well, spoiling him even. He remembered that her embrace was warm and her voice soft in his delicate ears. She would sit him down, and gently brush out his long white hair, minding his horns and long ears.

According to his mother, his father had been a bull, a beautiful white bull that had come from the sea. She said that was why he smelled like the ocean, and why he had such beautiful white hair. He absently trailed a hand through his hair, careful to avoid using his bloody fingers, then gently touching the horns that protruded from his head. They were sharp, and he had to be careful when touching them. His own skin was a pale ivory, and even his fur covered lower body was a soft white.

The minotaur cursed the color white, and he cursed the bull that was his father. He cursed his step-father for sentencing him to this life, and he missed his mother greatly. For even if she cursed him with life, she was the only person who loved him. Tears began to well up in his tired gray eyes, but didn't fall. Nibbling on the arm, he bit down with his unnaturally sharp teethe, blooding filling his mouth and making him choke on the thick taste of copper. Suddenly, the tears began to roll down his cheeks, cutting paths in the thick red blood that coated his face. They dripped from his chin, red from the blood.

"Mom...when will I be free? I miss you..." he choked out, breath hitching.

The image of her smile came to mind, and with that, he began to close his eyes. Sleep. He needed to sleep, so that he could eat more later. The sounds of crunching dirt behind him never registered, and when the rock came down on his head, crushing his skull, he didn't even realize it until it was too late.

mmmmm

sya...i feel bad for the minotaur.

pretty much, a king prayed to a god (cant spell his name) and asked for a white bull to arise from the ocean as a sign that he was heard. then, he was supposed to sacrifice it, but instead kept it for its beauty. to punish him, the god made his wife fall madly in love with the bull, and a long story short, the minotaur popped out nine months later. cant remember too much, but the minotaur was kept alive for a for years above the surface as the labyrinth was created, and kids didnt like him. his mother played with him, and was the only one that loved him. when the labyrinth was finished, the minotaur was locked inside of it, and the king arranged it so that another kingdom would send over human sacrifices, thus, what really fed the minotaur. then one day, a "hero" came and attempted to off the minotaur in his sleep, but started a huge battle instead.

since i like the minotaur, i sorta changed the ending, cause it seemed to cruel to me.

the minotaur in this was allen (nods)