Minotaur's Curse

Chapter 4

"Aklin, wait." Logan rushed after his lover.

The streets grew dark, illuminated by candles tucked away in their glass homes. Gravel crunched and trickled with every step the people around them made. Roses kissed the bases of the houses, growing on the vines corrupting the foundations slowly. Blue hues came from the moon growing overhead, coating Logan's dark skin.

"What are you going to do, restrain me from my own mission? The younger man yelled out, his dagger unsheathed in his hand, he waved it widely around. By this point the streets were cleaned out, empty and unwise to the actions of their hero.

"No, I'm trying to keep humans alive. Stop swinging your dagger around." Logan ordered, slowly approaching the blonde man. His arms were ahead of him, in a protection pose waiting to be slashed.

"Oh go fuck off prince perfect. You don't get to dictate my life, you don't get to tell me what to do." Aklin's voice cracked, breaking as he cried out. His arms grew more frantic, crumbling with the air around them.

"Perfect? I am a monster conjoined by the weight of my height and my strength. People hate me, they wish to kill me. They don't because of you. You saved me, you both saved me in my darkest era. Why don't you take a dive into the deep end for once and collect enough sight to find your grace again." The taller man argued, his steps grew closer, calmer with reassurance.

"You are a monster. I'm grateful I could see it sooner. Pitiful Byrin is just a loser who runs around like a puppy. And you're no hero yourself. I'm the hero, I'm the hero of this town. I'm worshiped! I'm powerful!" Aklin let out a sadistic unhinged laugh. The sound made Logan recoil, it sounded demonic, gurgled and inhumane. He watched the eyes of the once kind man now frenzied in craze and ballistic fantasy.

In no time a sting rushed through his lower arm. Upon further inspection Logan realized he was stabbed, Aklin had swung his dagger and hit him. The dark liquid began to pool on top of the injury before one part broke and tricked down off his arm. Soon a clean trail of blood reached the ground puddling underneath him. The wound was deep, a few inches in depth. A concern for the wound overwhelmed the taller man as he grasped his arm to stop the bleeding. A worried look consumed his face.

"You are insane, Aklin. But I will never stop being here for you. I promise." Logan stepped away from his lover and began his treak back to the cafe to deal with Byrin.

On his solemn walk back a figure stood in the shadows on an ally and motioned the tall man over to them. Confused and cautious at first he refused to tread closer till the person removed their hood. There stood the town's witch, a beautiful person with skin darker than their hair. They stood tall, powerful in the shadows.

'Do you wish to see how the love of your life feels about you? Will he choose power over love? Do you wish to know?" They reached out a hand from the shadows, a welcoming hand that showed no harm.

"Will you show me?" Logan graciously accepted taking their hand.

"If you wish to pay the price if he chooses power." They admitted, a dark grumble emitted in the statement.

"Whatever it is, I'm sure he will choose love first. I'll pay the price no matter what."