Obscure Occurrences |C. BAREBONE|

☛ Thirty-Four ☚

• December, 1926 •

Credence and Genevieve couldn't feel pain as they smashed into the buildings, they couldn't feel alive as their hands glided across one another's. The Obscurus let them be there and see each other. Of course, Credence was barely keeping himself together but the glue to his crumbling foundations was the witch sitting before him. Currently, Genevieve was buzzing. She knew how dangerous this was, him being an Obscurial, but that just meant he had magic, he was a wizard of some sort. The fact that he wasn't a Muggle let alone a squib made the young witch giggle in delight. However, nothing was ever that simple.

As the Obscurus came to a stop, swirling and dancing in black tendrils; the familiar figure of Graves appeared amongst the rushing crowd of Muggles, speaking in his manipulative tongue saying:

"To survive so long with this inside of you, Credence. This is a miracle. You are a miracle... Come with me. Think of what we could achieve together-".

But before he could continue, the Obscurus violently pushed the Wizard back with a roar escaping Credence's chapped lips. From outsiders, it came out as a distorted screech but to Genevieve it was far too human to be monstrous. It was too human, too agonising. However, Graves kept pushing forward, right until his fingers barely skimmed the Obscurus holding Genevieve and Credence together.

Thankfully though, and strangely enough, Tina came at the right moment and cast a silent spell. Light shot from her wand and pushed Credence into flight mode, forcing him to push off the Graves impersonator. Meanwhile, Genevieve was cradling Credence as he wreaked havoc over New York. He was fighting for both of them.

But then the Auror's began shooting, began hurting the couple as the Obscurial pushed forwards. They were hurting her. Therefore, he went faster, his heart humming, his body buzzing until he located refuge in an abandoned subway station. It was their own sanctuary as Credence checked Genevieve amongst the darkness. They were illuminated amongst it while the Obscurus was draped across the arch of tunnel.

But, they still weren't left alone for long.

"Credence..." A soft, male voice beckoned, one which Genevieve recognised as Newt's, "- it is Credence, isn't it?... I'm here to help you, Credence. I'm not here to hurt you-" Newt reassured calmly before revealing himself to the shrinking black mist. "- I've met someone just like you, Credence. A girl -a young girl- who'd been imprisoned... She had been locked away and punished for a magic".

Between the calm speech and explanation, Credence had reverted back into human form while holding Genevieve close to his chest. Obviously, Newt noticed her as he crouched level to Credence. In this moment, his curiosity took over and made him wonder of their relationship but soon enough he was brought back to the present.

"Credence-" he called quietly, soothingly,
"- Can I come over to you?.. Can I come over?".

Yet Newt never did approach. He wasn't allowed to and time didn't let Credence allow him. Instead, a thick, blinding line of magic burst against Newt's chest, causing Credence to grip Genevieve's hand suddenly and pull her down the tunnel.

He wanted to protect her. He needed to protect her. All Credence could see danger. It came from the walls, the ceiling, the people. Danger spat from all angles, forcing the boy back into his Obscurus form.

His fear took over then. Credence forced himself to fill the subway with controlled yet untamed, crashing waves of black. He was a storm underground which forced Newt into apparition from corner to corner. At one point, Credence shot from the subway, making himself form tendrils of a violent tornado before he harshly collided into the ground beneath him.

All the boy could see was threats. Right until his saviour appeared, drawing him to a stop. For seconds she spoke until he tuned it out, looking between the outside and Genevieve. He knew she was hurt from the Auror's outside, she wasn't bleeding yet she was still hunched over in obvious agony. With her eyes, she was begging Credence to revert back into himself. She wanted to hold him by his real body, wanted to feel his chest expand with inhales, she wanted more of him.

Genevieve was selfish and she was going to teach him to be too.

She wouldn't have the time though.

Not when Credence was being broken apart by light, not when they were both screaming in pain until they were crushed into nothing. Not when they were a small, floating tendril of his Obscurus.