- Your POV -

"Credence, I missed you last night. Did something hold you up?" You ask, even though you know it was Mary Lou. She probably beat him for no reason and then forced him to go to bed early. She's done it multiple times before, so that would be the obvious reason.

"Y-yeah. Ma was-" He chooses his next words carefully "-upset."

You growl underneath your breath and shake your head, "I'm sorry Cree. I figured that's why you couldn't come."

Reaching out your hand to him, he takes it. Holding hands is a practical way to express your feelings. Feelings of support and connectedness. Sensations of deep-rooted friendship.

Hands that are connected represent unity in a lonesome world. A cruel world that doesn't care for anyone.

Suddenly, Credence rips his hand from yours. Shocked, he stares at something just behind your shoulder.

"Credence." Mary Lou Barebone's eerily calm voice rings through the alley, shattering whatever peace had been there previously.

Gulping, your heart beats erratically as you try to control your gift. You yearn to turn to her and thrash her for what she's done to your friend. There would be no mercy for her from you because she never showed mercy to Credence.

"Y-yes Ma," he answers shakily. In all the years of your friendship, she has never caught you two holding hands.

"You need to come in now."

He nods and doesn't dare to glance at you before slowly making his way back to the church-like building.

"Stay away from Credence," she hisses at you after he's beyond hearing distance.

In retaliation, you smile at her in a puzzled way, "Why? Mrs. Barebone, we were just talking. He was telling me how many people showed up to your rally. Congratulations, by the way."

She shows no emotion as she responds, but her voice is nails on a chalkboard, "If you know what's good for you, you won't come by again."

You suppress the animalistic instinct to rip her throat out for daring to threaten you.

"And, if you know what's good for you, you'd treat me with more respect," your voice is a low snarl by this point.

For years, you've seen how she treats the children she's adopted, and for years you've been able to do nothing about it. With the agency on edge about the No-majs, you should control your rising temper. You should walk away.

But, after years of suppressing your ability, it all comes flooding out in a torrent of anger and hate.

With a cry of anger, you feel the burning pain swelling inside you. But, oddly enough, it doesn't hurt. Your rage is so strong that it overpowers any pain that would have come if you weren't so uncontrollably angry.

With a great growl, you change fluently into a massive beast with snapping jaws and sharp claws. You now resemble an abnormally large sabertooth tiger.

Your e/c eyes are glazed by hatred as you stare down the now cowering Mary Lou.

"Y/n!" A loud cry from Tina momentarily distracts you from your blood-lust.

Snapping your head to face her, your mind is overcome by a haze of red and you lunge, trying to get your claws in flesh.

Startled, Tina barely manages to dodge you.

"Stop!" She yells, but, in your clouded judgment, you ignore her and start to circle her.

"Tina!" A man's voice calls out. You've never seen him before, but it doesn't matter.

Nothing matters.

The only thing in your mind is the instinct to defend yourself. And. . . to kill.

With another mighty roar, you fling yourself at the newcomer. He is prepared and dodges you before attacking you.

Growling, you feel the burn from his attack and more rage ignites in you.

"No! Mr. Graves, don't hurt her!" Tina yells, coming to stand beside him.

You are starting to calm down when you hear Credence's voice.

"Y-y/n?"

He stands by Mary Lou. He must have come back when he noticed Mary Lou still gone. His eyes hold wonder and awe, while hers hold fear and horror.

His soothing voice calms you down even more, and you struggle to regain control. You finally do and change back into human form.

Your vision goes blurry and you start to fall. Before you can, the mysterious man runs to your side and catches you before you hit the hard ground.

~

Tina sighs with relief as Graves picks up Y/n. At least she's safe now.

"Obliviate them," he barks at her. She nods and does so, eliminating any bad memories of magic from their minds.

Poor Credence, Tina thinks sadly before following Mr. Graves to MACUSA headquarters.

"Mr. Graves, I can explain-"

"This is the girl you and Queenie adopted?" He asks although he knows the answer.

Tina gulps and nods.

"She could have exposed all of the magical community. Lucky we were there to stop her." He contemplates the girl.

"Sir, she didn't mean it! She can't control it sometimes, and-"

"It doesn't matter if it was purposeful. Madam President will decide what to do with her." Percival Graves suddenly apparates to MACUSA. Tina follows.

Tina bites her lips as she follows Mr. Graves into the elevator. She looks at Y/n's unconscious form and feels fear flood her.

"This way, Miss Goldstein," Graves directs her.

He opens the door to the president's office and enters with Tina coming in behind him.

"Madam President."

"Mr. Graves," she examines the situation. "Who's that?"

"This is the girl that Tina Goldstein and her sister took in. She caused a scene in full view of two No-majs. Tina and I were able to stop her before the problem got out of hand." He informs her.

"Miss Goldstein, we were very clear about your situation, were we not?"

"Yes, Madam President. You were very clear, but-"

Madam President sighs and shakes her head, "There are no exceptions. She is a threat to the wizarding community. Therefore, she must be dealt with."

Tina gasps, "Madam President, it was an accident!"

"Accident or no, she must be contained."

Percival nods, still holding Y/n.

"'Contained'?" Tina repeats.

She nods, "Yes, we will hold her here until we are certain she is not a threat to the magical and non-magical communities."

Tina remembers the horrible stories that Y/n told her of the circus and the cage that she was forced to live in. Y/n still hates being in small, dark rooms. This would be torture for her.

Madam President looks at Tina, "Don't worry. She'll be cared for here."

Tina shakes her head, and wishes to object to this 'justice'.

"Goodbye, Miss Goldstein," the president says cooly, dismissing the irritated woman.

Huffing, Tina leaves even though it kills her that she has to leave Y/n behind. While she walks, she tries to think of what to tell Queenie.

Meanwhile, Percival carries Y/n down to a long-forgotten floor where a dark, padded room awaits. It has no windows and is virtually escape-proof.

He lays her down carefully and steps back.

"Don't worry, Y/n. You won't be here long," He whispers, before leaving and locking the room.