Unspoken // Theseus Scamander

Chapter Thirteen - Limits

Word Count: 2,001 words. 

Warnings: None. 

I had to pack up quickly. Take everything that I had in the small room I had been given, pack it into a suitcase, find Credence and run. I knew that it was the wrong thing to do. I should have followed after Newt, found his Occamy and Dougal, bring Graves to justice, but I couldn't.

There were many things that were important to me, the youngest Scamander was one of them, but I had found Credence. Somehow, I knew that he was who I thought, that he was the child that my sister had lost. I knew that I had to protect him, that this war with Grindlewald and this battle with Graves was nothing. If I could get him to Abe, we'd be safe and then... then we could save him.

There was a loud knock at my door and I jumped at the noise. My nerves on edge, my hands shook as I dropped the shirt I had been folding. "Who is it?" I called out, slowly taking my wand out.

The knock came again, but there was no voice. My initial instincts told me that it was Graves. He was the only other person that knew where I was staying in New York. I hadn't told Newt of the address, at least, I didn't think I had.

"Who is it?" I asked again, firmer this time.

Grip tightening on the wand, I took another step closer. The knock came again, but this time someone spoke.

"Ms Clayton?" the voice questioned.

I dropped the wand back into my boot almost immediately, rushing to open the door of the room. I sighed in relief upon seeing Credence, pulling him in and checking either side of the hallway before closing the door.

"Are you alright?" I asked quickly, placing my hands on his shoulders.

Credence wasn't looking at me, instead staring at his own hands. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion, following his gaze. They were covered in darkness. Soot, at first glance, but looking closer, I knew that I didn't need an expert to know what it was. Ash.

"What happened?" I posed gently, titling his head up to look at me. His eyes glistened with tears.

"I killed them." His voice broke.

My stomach knotted. "Okay," I replied, moving him carefully across the room and seating him down on the end of the bed. "Let me clean you up."

It scared me. That he had just killed someone, but there was no time to interrogate him or ask him questions that might cause him to lose control. I needed to get him out of here, and quickly.

Wetting a small towel, I squeezed out the excess water before leaving the kitchen and moving to my hunkers in front of him. I took his hands in mine, wiping away at the dark dust.

"I didn't mean to," he tried, voice small and gaze far away. "I just... I wanted it to stop."

"And it will stop Credence," I assured him, looking into his eyes. Anna's eyes.

"I didn't know where else to go," he revealed. "You're going to turn me in, aren't you?"

I shook my head harshly. "No, you are not going anywhere, alright? I'm going to clean you up, pack a bag and then we'll leave."

"Leave?" he repeated, confused. "Where will we go?"

I didn't have the heart to tell him the truth. I wanted to bring him to his father, to the man that I was sure would have raised him had he known he was alive, but there was already enough running through his head, he didn't need that as well.

"To London," I told him. "I'm going to take you somewhere safe."

A tear fell to his cheek. "I'm a monster," he muttered, in full belief of his own words. "Why are you trying to help me?"