Invisible String [t. s]

Fear

"Is he really dead?" She asked Grindelwald, who just turned around to face her, his white eye twitching.

"I don't know." With that he walked away, as well as the rest.

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Berlin, Germany.

  Theseus' eyes snapped open and found only darkness.

"Amélie." He whispered and tried to move, finding himself tied entirely; his hands, his arms tightly pressed against his body. "Amélie!" She didn't respond. He moved again and the sudden pressure in his head and ankles made him groan, he could barely see a thing, for only a candleholder illuminated the place, but he was sure he was upside down and tied with a rope. "What the hell?" He asked himself, when he tried to move again, a clocking below him called his attention, it was a small creature. He had no clue what that animal was but he was sure it was not amicable when it started hissing.

  Hours went by in which he tried to free himself with no use. His eyes tried to recognise the place but he could only see stone arches and a few levels of wherever he was. It looked like a prison but he was sure it wasn't exactly it; he could also hear struggle and those reddish animals echoing around. Screams too. He needs to get out of there, now.

  Suddenly, movement towards his right called his attention. He saw Newt holding another candleholder, his arms up and a bunch of those animals following behind him. Theseus frowned, but he was relieved of seeing his brother here.

"Rescuing me, are you?" He asked.

"That's the general idea." Said Newt as he made his way towards his older brother, he seemed to be dancing or something, Thes didn't know.

"Huh. And I presume this...whatever you're doing, is strategic."

"Yes, a technique called limbic mimicry. It discourages violent engagement, theoretically. I've only actually ever attempted it once before."

"And the results?"

"Uh..." He panted shakily. "Inconclusive." Theseus sighed. "Of course that was a laboratory setting and the conditions were strictly controlled and the...well, the current conditions are more volatile, so making it less predictive of the ultimate outcome."

"The ultimate outcome presumably...being...our survival." Theseus' phrase had pauses in it because he saw something behind his brother, something Newt sensed, for he had gone still, quiet and serious.

  It seemed to be a tail or a leg of a creature, a creature that chittered when they had gone silent. It moved closely to Newt's face, he only moved his head away from it. Suddenly, the lantern a couple cells away from where they were flickered until the light extinguished. The prisoner screamed and the creature hissed, that leg got lost in the deepness of the hole in the ground and was replaced by a tail that seemed like a scorpion's tail, for it had a sting in it. The tail flew straight towards the spot where the prisoner was and he screamed as the tail empaled him and dragged him to the bottom. His screams continued echoing in the distance until silence fell like a bomb in the room.

  Seconds later, what was left of his body was thrown upwards and landed a couple meters away, it was only skeleton, a bit of flesh, clothes and it was all covered by a green mucus of some sort. The animals that were accompanying Newt rushed towards the remains of bones and started eating what was left in them.

"Fucking hell." Theseus whispered as Newt freed him of the ropes that were tying him, causing him to hit the ground with a thud, making him groan. "Well done."

"Come on."

"Okay." They gave two steps and stopped on their tracks when they saw more of those things in front of them, the creatures screeching. "And the plan is?"