Credence has had a troubled childhood, and as a result of the abuse he suffers at the hand of his adoptive mother, he comes to crave affection from others. Any kind of affection. Aurelia knew him long ago. She was the only one to show any care for t...
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Aurelia breathed in and out but air wouldn't enter her lungs. Starved for oxygen, her heart raced at tremendous speeds, and her chest shallowly rose and fell in time. She sat there for what felt like an eternity but was actually only five minutes. Security was nothing but a distant memory now, and an invisible force crushed her from every possible direction. Each second submerged in fear made a permanent mark on her heart, and a vivid imagination made her wonder whether it was just her mind playing tricks on her or reality. Credence couldn't really be the obscurial. It just didn't make sense... but in the same token it seemed more and more possible the longer she thought about it.
Her hands were still frozen over her eyes like a child scared of the dark; combating that void with more blackness. Hiding from the dark by enveloping herself in more of the stuff. Aurelia's palms were sweaty and the adrenaline coursing through her system was shutting down her ability to think logically. This still hadn't changed when she finally dared to peek through the gaps between her fingers. Mary's body was still there, it wasn't just some nightmare.
Blue eyes flicked to the side. A second body. Credence's older sister, Chastity, lay there as well, though Aurelia had been so distracted that she hadn't even noticed that she was in the room. The girls body was twisted unnaturally near the stairs, eyes directed to the ceiling but never blinking. Her short hair was sprawled across her face and almost hid the grotesque raptures in her ghostly skin... almost.
Aurelia could feel it, building like a tight knot in the pit of her stomach. She couldn't concentrate on anything else that she had to do. Her brain started to fire out in a panic like a No-Maj's gun as sweat started to drench her body. It felt like her skin had another hot layer on the outside, like a bin bag, it moved over her body and never released.
Using the wall behind her for support she pushed herself to her feet and grabbed her wand. The unsteadiness of her body nearly had her crashing back to the ground again but she managed to stay upright. On wobbly legs, Aurelia stumbled over to the door and hurried outside. She wasn't sure where she was going, all she knew was that she had to get out of there before her heart gave out. The images of their lifeless faces had been scorched into her mind, they tortured her as if she were the one that had killed them.
The cold wind brushed passed, leaving goose bumps flush against her skin. She didn't feel it though. She didn't feel anything but the trembles that still ran mercilessly through her body. Her mind had been washed blank of anything other than her own terror, and so the thought to chase after Credence couldn't even enter. Instead she found herself on the roof of her apartment building, staring at the cloud infested sky as if it were the same dark mist she had seen before.
Two minutes. Ten minutes. An hour. She wasn't sure how much time had slipped by her, especially not with the chaos she watched below. No-Maj's screaming and running in every direction, wizards fighting on the streets, buildings collapsing, and cars being thrown in the air by a magic that should have been kept hidden. It was madness, but she did nothing. Aurelia gave herself the pathetic excuse that she'd only make things worse, but the truth was that she was afraid.
