He hears his music start playing, it meant the show would begin soon. That people would be
flooding in to see him change. To give control over to the beast within him. Markus was in
charge today, he was always rougher then the others. They were all horrible, but Markus used
a whip from the end of his wand...and it torn into his flesh. His back already scarred up from just
him alone. Credence had let the years make him angry, turn him cold and hateful, he swears he’ll
kill Markus if he ever has a chance.
Now he hears the people moving into his section, his tent all to himself. Protective magic around
his cell so he can’t get out when the obscurus takes control. Come one, come all. See the freak. The word tears into his very being and he tries to relax as the black smoke already begins flaking off his shoulders. There’s always a tension in the room before he turns, where people see him as just a boy and not the beast that hides beneath his skin. He turns to peek to the crowd before he feels the hot whip slice across his back. He cries out, arching away from the pain. The obscurus digs hot claws into his lungs and he lets the beast take control, it meant less pain that way. It pours out and swallows the boy up, crashing around the cage they gave him. He never hears the cries of amazement or terror.
Credence comes to later in the day, curled up in the corner of his cell. There’d been times he forms over the day, but it’s never for too long. There’s a meek plate of food, a reward for a hard day’s work. He moves over, slow and steady as the pain flares on his back. About to eat what little he has, the boy jolts when he sees the movement outside his cell. The tent had been taken down, and he can see the other creatures around. Tomorrow they’d all be loaded up and taken to another site.
“Who?” Who are you? Words have never come naturally, even before he was here. Even before he came here, he’d been a shy child.
