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Prompt Post #1
ROUND 1
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FILL: Fantastic Humans and How to Keep them Safe (Part 3/6)
(Anonymous) 2017-02-12 06:05 pm (UTC)(link)Pickett was very scared. There were nasty men, and they had their hands on his human. Newt was bleeding from where they had hit him, and he was lying with his eyes closed in the tent, his breath funny and red sap leaking from his nose. Pickett was hiding in his coat pocket, watching the people around him with fear and trying to put together a plan to keep Newt safe.
Pickett, like all bowtruckles, knew that sometimes bad people tried to attack their tree. He had hoped that Newt would be the exception, but these people had attacked him. He didn't really understand why - something to do with the funny transparent monkey that Newt had shown him the previous night, which Newt had stolen from bad people. It wasn’t really stealing when Newt did it, because the transparent monkey didn’t mind being stolen.
He thought it likely that these were the bad people, and they wanted their monkey back. They should have left it with Newt. Newt was better with creatures than they were, and Newt was patient and careful. Pickett didn't like thinking about Before Newt, but the monkey had looked so scared that Pickett thought he had had his own Before Newt moment. Which was possibly going to be an After Newt moment. The people were pulling at the suitcase, but Newt had charmed it closed and they couldn't get in.
Newt whimpered softly, his eyes slowly opening, and then he screamed as one of the nasty men threw a spell at him. Pickett had seen enough. Newt had promised him that they would go on an adventure. They had already been to the Alps (too cold) and Morocco (too hot), and now they were in the middle of a forest. Pickett liked forests. He didn't like the humans inside it who saw it as a chance to hurt his Newt, and to take away Newt's favourite stick.
Newt had fought back against people before. He had rescued Pickett from Before Newt, by using his magic, but without his lucky stick he wasn't able to do much. He saw Newt beckon, and the case jumped from the nasty man to Newt's arms. Newt cuddled it tightly, his hands shaking with fear. He was exhausted, trying to make sense of what was happening.
"Give that back, you stupid little-"
Nasty man didn't get an opportunity to finish that threat, because Pickett jumped at him, using his long fingers to scratch at the nasty man's face, leaving deep scrapes across his eyelids. The man screamed, and Pickett chirruped at him.
"That's what you deserve for hurting Newt. Bad Human. BAD!" Pickett yelled at him, then curled up as he was flicked away. He was sent flying to the far end of the tent. Newt looked nervous, waving his hand.
"PICKETT!" He screamed, as though he was worried and didn't realise Pickett could look after himself.
Pickett jumped to the side before any of the bad men could stamp on him, and hid under a box. As he looked around, he noticed a very familiar stick. It was Newt's lucky magical stick, and he picked it up even though it was taller than he was.
He was very careful as he dragged the stick around the tent, staying out of the way of the bad humans that were looking for him. One of them kicked Newt, and he nearly ran straight at him. The only thing that stopped him was the knowledge that Newt needed the stick he had.
He carried it along the floor, careful and quick, and pressed it into Newt's hand. Newt held his hand out for a moment, so that Pickett could run along his sleeve and up onto his shoulder, and then Newt acted, sending spells out of his stick towards the bad men. They fell back and screamed, ropes tying them so they couldn't hurt anyone. Newt went to look and see if there were any more creatures, and he found a fwooper and some giant insects. He also found a few small silver balls, which Newt put into his pocket, and some parts of creatures which made Newt sad. Seeing a few dead bowtruckles, Newt shuddered.
"You did so well there Pickett." Newt told him, and Pickett smiled, dancing from foot to foot in joy, patting Newt's shoulder. He knew he didn't need to worry because he had Newt and Newt would protect him.
"I know! You would be in trouble without me but I am here and I keep you safe because you are my human and even if you are a bad tree you are my tree human and I will keep you safe."
That night, Pickett got a meal of woodlice which was even bigger than he normally got, and he got to meet the funny invisible monkey. Newt was calling him Dougal, and Pickett thought that they might be friends.
Maybe this adventure would be alright after all.