Glow

Tears rolled down her cheeks, hitting the frost that covered her skin. A dream… it was only a dream. She started to rub the shoulder that was eaten by the beast of her dream. It felt so real; the hot blood, the ice, the rape, the teeth breaking her bonds, and that voice. How long has it been since she last heard Iantha's name?

Suddenly a green glow lit up the small space with a dim light. There was enough light for Zosime to see her hands. They looked raw and swollen from the rocks that she slept on. Seeing the glow filled Zosime with joy, she forgot that she was covered in frost. It was coming from out side of the small space and she realized it was fading away.

"Wait," she whispers, Zosime feared that she would become nothing if she loses the light. "Wait!" shouting with drying lips, she grabbed two of the spears and hastily crawled out, forgetting the other five spears. Zosime fell out of the narrow crack, landing on the rocky ground with her knees. "It's getting away!"

She jumped up and fumbles towards the light, doing her best not to fall.

"Hello, are you flesh of man?"

No responds.

"If you are of man and lost, we should stick together."

Nothing still.

Zosime tries one more time. "We will be more likely to survive, and defeat the Minotaur together! Please, don't leave me!"

Zosime was relieved that the person stopped. But as she got closer she knew something was terribly wrong. It was indeed a man or what remains as a man with his back towards her. At first, he looked as if he was warring loose clothing. Like a basileús (king's) light summer robe, swaying delicately with the man movements. Zosime got closer and she horribly realized the man was wearing absolutely nothing; his robe was actually loos skin hanging off of his sickly body. She started to hear the man struggling for air wheezing heavily.

Zosime didn't realized how close she was until she was 5 feet away from the man's back. Sweat went down her brow as she contemplated if she should go any farther.

"Help me." The man wheezed. "Help me."

Zosime responded to the pleading man. "Yes, I want to help you," she lead her hand on his shoulder, "we can help each other…" everything went silent for a moment. He is now facing her with his ghostly eyes. His breath was so rotten it felt like it was burning her flesh off of her bones.

She felt a painful pulsing in her stomach and the sensation of hot liquid going down her legs. She looked down and saw a rock shard shimmering in the green light, sticking out of her. She saw her skin pulsing around the wound. Blood seeping out with every painful heart beat. "Why did you do that?" She drops a spear and it rolled away from them as she lightly touched the shard with a shaky hand.

The man laughs; Zosime swore she saw dust coming out of his mouth. "You said you wonted to help me," he rasped.

"Then why did you do this?" Zosime's body went cold and she collapsed on her knees. Her instincts told her to grab the man's arm but all she grabbed was loos leathery skin. She squeezed the other spear in her hand.

"My dear, you are helping me by dying." He bent over Zosime and took hold of her sweaty face His fingers dug into the wound on her cheek. She could see his face better in the dim light. The loos skin that was on his cheeks was torn off of him leaving him with exposed muscle and bone. There were old scars where his eyelids used to be, making his eyes crested and watery. "Your body will feed me and your skin will keep me worm. Just the thought of you sliding down my throat makes me so…" He took the right corner of his dry bottom lip and bit it off with his black teeth. Blood quickly ran down his flappy neck. Shivering with the unnatural pleasure, he chewed the dying flesh and swallows it. "So hungry." He moaned.

Blood droplets fell on her petrified face. A drop landed inside her mouth and she taste the awful disease of madness. "You are so beautiful. It's a shame that I must say good bye." The mad man whispered and got closer and closer to her face. He licked the blood off of her cheeks and forehead, and then kissed her lips with his, that no longer existed.

This was the perfect time to strike. Without hesitation, Zosime plunge the spear into the man's rib cage. The man stumbled back in surprise as Zosime desperately dragged herself away from this lunatic. The man laughed as he poled the spear out of him like it was nothing and through it aside.

He walked to her, laughing hysterically. Her efforts on getting away were quickly in vane as he went on top of her, digging the rock deeper into her gut. His other hand was around Zosime's neck and began to crush her windpipe. She tried to grab his hands, but her hands kept slipping from the blood. Zosime looked around her and saw the spear that she dropped earlier. She reached for it but she just couldn't get to it. Her throat started popping as his grip got tighter and tighter.

"I really do appreciate your help and I will remember what you are doing for me and I will love you for ever." The man laughed.

Zosime was going to die by the hands from this man. Then his hands were gone from site, and so was the man himself. She coughed painfully as she struggling to see what happened. She saw a giant creature on top of the man. The man was screaming at the top of his lungs, until there was a gruesome crunch and everything went silent.

She needed to move now! She gathered her strength and dragged her self to the spear. Zosime could hear the creature hooves crushing the ground underneath him, as it got closer to her.

Just as she grabbed the spear and the Minotaur gently took her shoulder and turned her around. He wanted to see how bad her wound was. Then the girl shoved the spear into his shoulder. The beast roared and stumbled back.

"Sons of Death! That fucking hurt." The Minotaur thought as he pulled out the hand made weapon. How on earth did she learn to do that? He brought his attention back on the wounded girl. She was able to get on her feet and she started to run. She never took the first step. The Minotaur spun her around and gently pulled her back on the ground, ignoring her weak hits.

He examined the wound in her gut. Zosime tried touching it. Irritated, the Minotaur took one of his hands and fashioned both of her wrist, he continued looking at wound. He easily poled out the shared, but when he did a fountain of blood came gushing out. The Minotaur put pressure on her gut.

There was so much blood. His mouth was watering, feeling her hot blood on his hands felt so good. He hates feeling the monster inside. Always clawing its way out of his pores every time there was new meat in the Labyrinth. The sent of her blood hit is nose and his eyes dilated in wonder. She didn't look any younger then 19 and yet unpluck by any God or human hands. (He hadn't realized how strong the girls' sent was) It was the sweetest thing he had ever smelled, it could put Khlôris's sweet flowers into shame.

He felt himself getting closer to her gut, removing his hand from the wound. Before he knew what he was doing, he slipped his tongue into wound, drinking the red nectar of this untouched flower. He felt warmth for the first time in his life and he never want to feel cold again. He was so far gone; he couldn't hear the girls' painful screams.

"Mother of Zeus, it's going to eat me alive!" Zosime thought, trying to push it off of her, but she was too week. Her sweat and the lack of blood were making her very cold. "The pain, my Gods the pain was unbearable!"

As the monster flick its tongue, Zosime eyes started to flutter. She couldn't take any more of this.

I'm going to die down here and there's nothing I can do about it, she felt looking at the green light as her vision started to fade.

Her last thoughts before passing out was, "I never asked for this."

None of it.

So that Chapter took forever to write. sorry about that guys, I've been so bissy with looking for job and teaching some one how to drive. But enough about me, what do you think of this Chapter? Do you think Zosime will live or will Minotaur won't be able control hi hunger. And do you think this story is butchering the greek myths of the Minotaur? Please tell me what you think, good or bad. I'll try to write the next Chapter faster. :)