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Prompt Post #1
ROUND 1
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Fill: Pandora's Box, Chapter 1
(Anonymous) 2017-02-07 10:42 pm (UTC)(link)He loosed his grip on the boat railing and closed his eyes. His arms spread slightly from his sides and... there. He was soaring with Frank over the Atlantic. There was a mist as they flew through a cloud, a dip as the Thunderbird folded his wings for a moment, and a rise on a salty updraft. There was the ship far below, the white froth of its wake cutting the blue-gray of the sea and--
"Hey, you there!" A gruff shout snapped him out of his reverie. "Storm's coming. Stow yourself and your bags below."
"Will do," he responded to the crewman, whose ragged upturned collar and aggressive demeanor reminded Newt of a Nundu proclaiming its territory. With a sigh, he picked up his case from by his feet and went down to his berth, a small but private stateroom. He sighed again, both at the shabby, lonely sight and his own disappointment in it. Cheerful rooms and hot cocoa had grown on him more than he'd thought possible.
'Oh, well.' It didn't matter as he had, if not First Class, world class accommodations. After quickly securing his cabin door, he popped open his case, scrambled in, and shut the cover behind him. He moved through his little workshop and out into his first ecosystem.
"What...?" He was immediately stopped by both unseen hands and by a nearly physical aura of uneasiness. He glanced down as a pair of wide eyes seemed to materialize, followed by a compact, shaggy body attached to the restraining hands. "What is it Dougal?"
The Demiguise imitated the only human communication he could and shook his furry head at Newt. The magizoologist took a long, sweeping look around. The creatures seemed more vocal on their distress the deeper into his little world they went. He shifted his weight, ready to move forward and investigate, but Dougal clutched at him more firmly. When Newt looked down at him, the creature looked from the source of the disturbance and back again, eyes glowing, one hand tapping insistently at a coat pocket. Whatever possibility he saw, he clearly thought it was dangerous.
"It'll be all right, Dougal," the wizard reassured as he pulled out his wand. At the sight of it, the Demiguise relaxed his hold slightly. Taking one more, seemingly worried look toward perceived danger, he finally released his hold. "Watch the babies for me?" Newt requested. His creature reluctantly complied and he moved on to investigate.
"Shh... easy..." With words and whatever soothing sounds he knew in each beast's language, he calmed his menagerie as he went. The mooncalves seemed most disturbed, hiding in their burrows despite the full moon glowing in their illusory sky. 'It can't be...' A draft, colder than usual, blew out from the snowscape that still held the Obscurus. He'd seen that Grindelwald had replaced it after his "trial" but the creatures had seemed unaffected then. What could be bothering them now?
Fractionally tightening his grip on his wand, he moved to the flapping divider opening and peeked inside. There was nothing different. He sidled in and softly cast "Revelio." All he saw was a darkening of the gray "sky" and of every shadow in the snowscape... And then he felt it again; the presence from the subway. The named presence.
"Credence," he called softly, lowering his wand. "You're alive." The words came out somewhere between a sigh and a cry as, not exactly relief but an easing of tension and a softening of regret that was very like relief washed through him. Apprehension remained, however, as the boy had not resumed human form. "Won't you talk to me? You have invited yourself in, after all."
"I..." It was the vaguest suggestion of a voice, but all the deepened shadows drew together. Slowly, they coalesced into a human figure. "It's cold in here," Credence whispered.
"It's meant to be," Newt responded. Swiftly, he slipped his wand into his waistcoat, pulled off his overcoat, and wrapped it around the shivering half-form in front of him. He felt it solidify in his arms and trembling hands clutched at a sleeve. "If you can stay in this nice human form, I don't think the creatures will mind if we go to Arizona."
"Nice?" the young man queried, probing brown eyes latching onto the magizoologist's gaze in an emotional hold as desperate as his physical one. Newt had no idea how to respond to such intensity so close and he froze momentarily. Fortunately, Pickett chose that moment to run twiggy digits along Credence's cheek in a reassuring caress as he moved to rejoin his chosen companion. The wizard smiled at the gesture and his tension eased. The younger man swallowed and averted his gaze while he pulled back a little. "Arizona?" The soft voice sounded even huskier than before, though he looked warmer.
Still... "Well, not exactly," Newt explained, drawing his guest to his feet. "I've never actually been there, you see." He lightly grasped an elbow and lead the way out. "It's a mix of photographs and imagination, but Frank seemed to feel at home there." He spared a half lonely, half glad smile for his departed friend.
"Who is Frank?" Credence asked, voice stronger though his steps slowed. The magizoologist spared him a sidelong glance and was once more arrested by a dark stare. Those shadowed eyes were fixed on him, in spite of the fantastic beasts who were tentatively venturing forth again.
"My Thunderbird. Well, not my Thunderbird -- not anymore. He's free now and..." He was babbling. The beyond physical intensity of the Obscurial host's regard was unnerving. "I don't suppose you've ever been to Arizona either?" he asked, focusing on the human with him. At the silent headshake he smiled deliberately and gently pushed the arm he held, propelling its owner forward into the charmed desert. "Then I guess I can't disappoint you."
There was nothing forced in his smile as he watched Credence look up and all around. He caught his coat as it fell from relaxing shoulders. He watched the darkness drain away until warm brown eyes widened with wonder. "You made all this... in your suitcase... with your magic?" Newt nodded. "Could I do this, too?"
It was almost as difficult to meet that shining gaze as it had been the shadowed one. "I think, after schooling, you could do so much more," he answered honestly. Completely honestly. "You have so much power, but the Obscurus is consuming it."
"Mr. Graves said I could control it." Credence's voice went deeper and his eyes darkened again.
"That was--" Discussions of Grindelwald could wait. The wizard did not want to be angry just now. "It's a dark, destructive, parasitic force and it's an amazing testament to your strength that it hasn't killed you."
"Like her. Like the girl you told me about." The boy turned back towards the snowscape, though it was well out of sight. "That was her, back there, in the snow, wasn't it?"
"That was her killer," Newt corrected softly, feeling the same dull ache in his chest he got whenever he remembered the poor little Sudanese girl. "I was too late for her."
"Why do you keep it?" Voice and eyes, now turned back to him, were tinged with curiosity and the smallest manic hint of desperation.
"To study." His own eyes narrowed and his grip to tightened on the coat. "To save the next one." He locked gazes with Credence again. "To save you."
"Me?" The shadow of the Obscurus momentarily faded. "I..." There was the frightened, lonely, abused boy of Tina's memory. "You..." Trembling hands once more grasped his sleeve. He almost reached out to hold the young man, as Tina would have done, but just beyond he could see Dougal. His Demiguise stood at the edge of the sand, shaking his shaggy, white head. "I don't even know your name."
Puzzled at his creature's behavior, the magizoologist settled for moving his coat to his shoulder and holding out his right hand. "My name is Newt Scamander," he said in as warm a tone as he could muster. And he tried to dismiss his inexplicable uneasiness as Credence took the proffered hand in both of his and held it as if it were a lifeline in the storm-tossed ocean in the outside world.
"Newt," the boy repeated, voice as heated as the sun-baked rocks around them... shining gaze somehow more disconcerting than the dark one preceding it. "Newt Scamander."
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