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Prompt Post #2
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Fill: A Gilded Cage is Still A Cage (6/?)
(Anonymous) 2017-01-19 01:59 am (UTC)(link)"Unless?" He echoed, his tongue slipping out to wet his lips. He was frightened he already knew where this was going, but he couldn't voice those fears, silently hoping he was wrong.
"Like I said, you were sent here to be a gift. Your brother is not a suitable guardian for you, yesterday's little outburst made that clear." Graves got up from the chair and walked around Newt, pausing to dip his hand into Newt's pocket, pulling out the visa Theseus had signed. Newt swallowed and looked at the floor. Graves snorted, and the paper caught fire, turning to ash in Graves' hand. The ash flickered down onto Newt's lap and Graves brushed it away, his magic a firm weight holding Newt in place. "His guardianship is revoked."
Newt tried to stay silent, to hold back the whimper that threatened to escape. Judging by the look on Graves' face, he hadn't succeeded.
"Given that, the options are to give you to the care of the state, and have them help you to understand how you should be, or..." His voice trailed off for a moment, and Newt swallowed again before managing to whisper one word.
"Or?"
"Or we find you a new alpha, one who can bond you and control you properly. It isn't an ideal situation Newt. But given your record, those are the options you have."
"And execution?"
"We're a civilised country Mister Scamander. We don't execute damaged omegas who could not be expected to know any better. The laws of this country preserve your life. So what will it be?"
Newt stared at the ash of his visa. The document that had been more precious to him than his wand, his link to his brother and the promise he could travel and explore. The one piece of evidence that would save him from going back to them, that would allow him to pursue his dreams. That was gone now and he blinked back tears. He wouldn't cry.
"An alpha." He paused feeling the wait of expectation on him, and made himself grit out two more words. "Please sir."
Graves smirked, but walked back to the other side of the desk.
"As you wish. I will ensure you are placed with a suitable alpha. Until one is located, you will be taken into my care. I will need to know any suppressants that you are on so that we can work out how to wean you off of them."
"I need-" Newt tried to argue, then fell silent at Graves' glare, ducking his head and wrapping his arms around himself. Good omegas didn’t rely on suppressants, he knew that. He had just hoped that he was an exception. Graves was showing him now how much he wasn’t.
"You can't do that." Tina spat, and Graves looked up, seeming almost surprised that Tina was still there.
"Miss Goldstein. You aided and abetted this damaged omega. You guided him into committing treason, and unlike for him there are no circumstances which can excuse your behaviour. Your sentence is death."
A guard stepped forwards from the back of the room, and her wand pressed against the back of Tina's neck.
"Do it immediately." Graves ordered.
Newt looked up at him, forcing eye contact no matter how much he wanted to look away.
"Please."
"It's a bit late to change your mind. She was a bad influence on you." Graves said, his voice firm but patient, like reasoning with a difficult child. Newt paused, then ducked his gaze to the floor.
"It's not her fault-"
"She encouraged you. She knew you were here, that you should have been brought to me immediately, and she did nothing. She is as responsible for those deaths as you are."
Newt shivered. Part of travelling was flexibility, bending plans to meet objectives even if nothing was going to plan. He tried to think clearly, even as Graves stood, towering above him.
"I want to see." He whispered.
"You what?"
"I want to see her execution." He whispered. "If she corrupted me the way you said... I should see it. That's the law, isn’t it - omegas have a right to see their attackers punished." His voice trembled, but he made himself speak, gasping by the end of it with the effort it had required. "Please sir."
Graves paused, lips pressed together. He turned to the executioner.
"One moment."
He pulled something from the drawer and pocketed it before walking around the table to stand in front of Newt. He reached out to rest his hand over the site on his neck where the bonding mark would go. He rubbed the area with his thumb firmly, as Newt cringed away. Then he crouched so that his eyes were level with Newt's.
"You recognise this?" He asked, pulling a small silver bracelet from his pocket.
Newt examined it, seeing the dappling effect on the silver, the way it seemed to glitter in the light.
"Occamy shell."
"Clever boy." Graves murmured. "Now, this particular bracelet has been enchanted by me. The wearer can't remove it, can't cut it away. It allows me to see at any point where they are. And my favourite part of it? It serves as a portkey, partnered with my collar pins. So I can call the wearer to my side instantly. Now, I have far better things to do than watch an execution. But if you want to see it, hold out your hand."
“Don’t…” Tina protested, but Graves merely glanced towards her and brought a finger to his lips, then returned to Newt.
Newt lifted his left hand slowly, fighting the sickness that shuddered inside of him. The bracelet could have been a loving gift, if given to someone willing, but to him all it was was a shackle. Newt flinched slightly as a tap of Graves' wand fastened the bracelet to his wrist, shrinking it so it would not come off.
"There you go. Now, what do you say?"
"Thank you sir." Newt whispered. He had at least learned the answer to that question.
"Good boy." Graves ran his fingers through Newt's hair, and Newt tried not to shudder. "Now, you go with Bernadette here, she'll look after you. Bring him back when it's done."
Newt was handed over to one of the guards, scarcely able to comprehend what was happening. Tina was sobbing, and she looked at him for a moment.
"Why?" Was the only word she asked, and Newt had no answer for her. There was an idea, but it was a stupid one, and he wasn't confident enough in it working to even give her hope. He stared at the bracelet. Unless Graves himself chose to lift the charm, that would stay on his wrist until he died. A permanent sign of what he was, and who he belonged to. If the visa had meant freedom, this was its opposite. Newt stumbled slightly, but Bernadette hurried him along.
He stood by the door, watching in horror as they took Tina's memories and used them to calm her so she would be docile in death. There had been times in the past when he had had to kill creatures to end their suffering, but this was something else. It sickened him. He felt the tiny weight of Pickett moving across his arm, to his wrists. It didn't take long for the chains to drop away, and the next few moments passed in a blur.
Theseus had never been able to teach him occlumency, but he had made sure Newt knew how to protect himself in a fight. Newt had complained sometimes about those lessons. He would never complain again if he survived this, he promised himself, as Rosie swept out of his sleeve at the same time as he punched the woman guarding him.
"Jump." He told Tina, whistling and clicking to Rosie to get her to get close enough for Tina to jump.
"Are you crazy?" Tina screamed, trying to back away from the bubbling liquid.
At that moment, Newt didn't see an alpha. He saw a terrified creature who didn't know how to escape the trap she was caught in. He gazed into her eyes.
"I'll catch you. I've got you Tina. Go!" She jumped.
He caught her, and smiled before looking to the side once more.
"Let's get you out of here before he realises." Tina said after a moment. "Thank you."
"Yeah." Newt scooped Pickett back into his pocket. "Come on."
Together they ran through the pillared corridor which led to the execution chamber, Rosie swooping in to block any attacks.
"Leave his brains!" He shouted when Rosie seemed to take a little too much interest in one of the aurors who was attacking them. With Tina beside him, he ran onwards until he almost collided with Queenie. He saw his case, and almost fell to the floor with relief.
She placed it down and he hurried to open it.
"We should get in."
He dropped down first, Pickett squeaking from his pocket. He was followed by Jacob, and then by Tina. The three of them stood awkwardly in the cabin for a moment, Newt reluctant to head any further in now that he knew Graves had been here.
Pickett chittered at him, and Newt placed him on his wrist, letting him examine his bracelet.
"It sure gave me a fright when you got taken away." Jacob murmured. "What happened?"
Tina shook her head, holding Jacob back to give Newt a little space. Pickett was examining the bracelet, and struggling as there was no fastening, only a band around the wrist too tight to remove. In irritation, Pickett tried to bite the metal before looking up at him and shrugging.
"Good try Pickett." Newt tried to force a smile, praising him as he deserved. "It really isn't your fault, you did brilliantly earlier." He turned to Tina and shrugged. "The second I step out of the case he can take me back."
"What do you want to do?"
Newt hesitated, staring at the bracelet in disgust.
"How are your severing charms?"
“He said it was protected.”
“I didn’t mean for the bracelet.” Newt muttered.
Tina looked between his face and bracelet for a second, and then glared and crossed her arms.
"You shouldn't joke about that."
Newt shrugged a little.
"I'm going to go see how everyone is." He walked off into his case to check for any damage Graves had done, attention drawn time and again to the innocuous band around his wrist.
Once he reached the mooncalves field, he sat down among them and allowed himself to cry.
Re: Fill: A Gilded Cage is Still A Cage (6/?)
(Anonymous) 2017-01-19 02:43 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Fill: A Gilded Cage is Still A Cage (6/?)
(Anonymous) 2017-01-21 12:02 am (UTC)(link)Re: Fill: A Gilded Cage is Still A Cage (6/?)
(Anonymous) 2017-01-19 11:16 pm (UTC)(link)And it was so sad and painful when he burned Newt's travel visa and revoked Theseus' guardianship, but also, probably, totally illegal? I mean, Newt is a foreigner, so he has no jurisdiction when it comes to ruling who can or can't be Newt's guardian. And even if Newt is in serious trouble with a foreign government, even as limited as an omega's rights are in this AU, he should still have the right to seek the aid of his embassy, who could then seek extradition and have him sent home to England to be dealt with there, and the REAL Graves would know those things. Part of me is kind of hoping that Grindelwald's legal mistakes here come back to bite him in the ass by cluing in the others that maybe he's an imposter. Idk much about how the law works irl for situations like this, but all those episodes of Law & Order kind of make me think this is how it works? And that Grindelgraves is making some serious blunders here in his effort to hurt the real Graves through his friend's little brother?
And I also just hope Newt can find a way out of this trap without, you know, having to resort to severing limbs? And also before Grindelwald gets anymore badtouchy than he already is...And Newt crying all by himself because of the way things turned out was just like pouring salt in an already festering would. Someone help him asap!
Re: Fill: A Gilded Cage is Still A Cage (6/?)
(Anonymous) 2017-01-21 12:08 am (UTC)(link)Theseus loves his little brother, and did everything he could to prepare him for a world that wasn't going to be as kind to Newt as Newt deserves. Newt knows that, with absolute certainty - which meant Newt didn't fall for Grindelwald's lie.
I felt so mean writing that about the travel visa. As you will see in the next chapter, there is definitely illegal behaviour there. Your comment actually inspired me in terms of Tina's comment in the next one.
Help is coming. Maybe not quickly. But help is coming
Re: Fill: A Gilded Cage is Still A Cage (6/?)
(Anonymous) 2017-01-20 07:40 pm (UTC)(link)Newt and Tina must be too distressed to not realize how much G!Graves violated the law. He cannot just burn a legal document and say it's not important anymore! It's not how it works!!!
I doubt Newt was joking about cutting off his own hand. He was serious, wasn't he? And he sacrificed himself for sake of Tina, because helping her was the only good thing to do... I want to hug him.
It was a wonderful part and I can't wait for next one :)
Re: Fill: A Gilded Cage is Still A Cage (6/?)
(Anonymous) 2017-01-21 12:03 am (UTC)(link)