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Prompt Post #1
ROUND 1
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Fill: The Whipping Boy (5/?)
(Anonymous) 2017-01-03 11:57 pm (UTC)(link)Mister Scamander was sat on the bed, although he stood as the door opened. Mister Graves turned to Credence, smiling at him fondly, but there was still anger in the back of his eyes, a threat.
“You said you wanted me to teach you.”
“I do.” Credence whispered. “I’m sorry if I haven’t been learning well. I’m going to try harder tomorrow, I promise.”
Mister Graves’ fingers stroked through his hair and he relaxed a little, tilting his head into the contact.
“I know you are trying. But you disobeyed. And you know why Mister Scamander is here, don’t you”
Reluctantly, Credence nodded.
“You said if I did things I shouldn’t, you would hurt him, remind me that I was yours.”
“So you did listen.” Mister Graves said slowly. “It wasn’t ignorance that made you disobey then. It was just weakness.”
“Yes sir. I am sorry Mister Graves.” Credence answered, bowing his head, and glancing over at Newt, trying to silently mouth an apology. What would happen now would be his own fault.
“Away from the bed Scamander. Credence has to sleep there. Let’s not make it messy.” The man stepped away, and let out an audible gasp as Mister Graves wordlessly removed the silencing spell. The Brit opened his mouth and began to talk.
“Credence whatever he’s telli-“
”Flagrate” Mister Graves spat, and a fiery line cut across Mister Scamander’s chest. He howled in pain, twisting so that his back was to Mister Graves, and Credence watched in horror as Mister Scamander was lashed, blood soaking through his shirt. He fell to his knees, whimpering and convulsing in agony.
“Stop.” Credence pleaded, then thought better of it, knowing he shouldn’t argue, shouldn’t answer back. “Please. Tell me what you want me to do.” He would do anything that Mister Graves asked of him if it would spare Mister Scamander more pain.
“Use that spell. The one you refused to use on a fox. Use it on him, and we can go to dinner. I’ll even let you clean him after we’ve eaten.”
“I…” Credence opened his mouth to protest, then flinched as another cut slashed Mister Scamander’s shoulders.
He raised his hand, his wand shaking in his fingers.
“Crucio.” He whispered, and Mister Scamander did not respond. Mister Graves slashed Scamander again.
“Say it like you mean it.” Mister Graves ordered, and now he was standing behind Credence, one hand on his arm. Credence focused on the fear he was feeling, the pain and anger that had created the monster Mister Graves had searched for for so long. He thought of his mother’s expression as she told him he had sinned.
“Crucio!” He cried out.
The noise Mister Scamander made was one that would haunt Credence’s nightmares for the rest of his life. But as the wand fell from his fingers, Mister Graves smiled.
“Now, my boy.” Graves asked softly. “What do you know about unforgivable sins?”
“Matthew, 12:31.” Credence began, repeating it like his mother had wanted him to. She had always been fond of teaching him to avoid sins of all kinds. “Anyone who speaks against the Holy Spirit will not be forgiven, either in this age, or in the age to come…” As he spoke those words, he realised that was exactly what he had done. That he had betrayed the holy spirit by learning witchcraft. He flinched, realising how much sin he had committed, how wrong he was. But he had to keep going, to please Mister Graves and to keep Mister Scamander safe. He wasn’t allowed to stop now.
“Well done boy.” Mister Graves chuckled. “Well, there are unforgivable sins in witchcraft as well. And you have just committed one for me, dear boy…” He leaned in, to gently press a kiss to Credence’s lips. Credence opened his mouth slightly for him, shuddering as he felt Mister Graves’ tongue brush over his own. Mister Graves had saved him, had taken care of him for a long time. There was a faint groan in the background, and Credence flinched and licked his lips, tasting Mister Graves on them.
“Will you… will you please heal Mister Scamander for me?”
Mister Graves paused for a moment, then leaned down and whispered something to Mister Scamander. Credence saw the cuts fading slightly, the blood slowing from a wave to a trickle. Then Mister Graves attention was on him once more, and he bowed his head.
“Thank you Mister Graves.”
“Anything for you dear boy. Now come, we must eat, and then we can discuss what will happen tomorrow.”
Credence trailed behind him, glancing back over his shoulder and feeling sick when he saw Mister Scamander was weeping.
Re: Fill: The Whipping Boy (5/?)
(Anonymous) 2017-01-04 03:57 pm (UTC)(link)And poor Newt, oh my god. Grindelwald un-silencing him just so Credence can hear him scream? This is all the best kinds of awful.
Re: Fill: The Whipping Boy (5/?)
(Anonymous) 2017-01-06 12:17 am (UTC)(link)Re: Fill: The Whipping Boy (5/?)
(Anonymous) 2017-01-05 02:39 pm (UTC)(link)