Thanks again for the follows and reviews. It means a lot! Chapter 3 is pretty much the same as before, but everything changes after that! Hope you all enjoy chapter 3. :)

In the subway…

Newt cracked open his eyes, but he instantly regretted it. He had a splitting headache and an overall sensation of pain and discomfort; he decided unconsciousness was a far better alternative and thought he'd like to stay that way. And then, suddenly, he remembered everything that had happened to him up to this point. His eyes shot open and he frantically looked all around, immediately becoming aware of his change of position. He was now sitting, chained to the cold, brick wall. His arms were slightly suspended above his head, but the chains were long enough for him to stand. He could feel dried blood caked on the right side of his face and his left eye was nearly swollen shut. Every time he took a breath he felt stabs of pain in his ribcage; he assumed he had a few cracked or broken ribs. His back was in much worse shape; any movement he made sent a sharp shock of pain shooting across it. He had been through painful experiences before, but this took the cake, by far.

A cold, flat voice pulled Newt from his thoughts.

"Have you had a change of heart, yet, Mr. Scamander?"

Newt jerked his head up to look at Grindelwald who was leaning against the wall opposite of him.

Newt couldn't help but chuckle; this was all so crazy.

"I can't say that I have."

Grindelwald sighed deeply, pushing off of the wall.

"That's too bad. You see, we're running out of time." He paused walking towards Newt. "I know that Dumbledore will be coming, but I also know that he cannot break this barrier without the aid of Credence and I doubt that will go over well."

He raised his eyebrows with amusement as he watched Newt take those words in.

"And," he continued, "you know Tina will come along, that's a given. She's always showing up when she's least wanted. And I'd hate to have anything happen to her."

Newt groaned as he got to his feet, trying to find his balance.

"If you hurt her..."

Grindelwald was face to face with Newt now.

"Then tell me where the boy is. Tell me and I promise to leave her unharmed."

Newt stared at Grindelwald; he was unsure of what to say, so he remained silent.

Grindelwald grabbed Newt by his collar and shoved him up against the brick wall.

He whispered. "I'll make her suffer," he shoved him again, "is that what you want?"

Newt felt the all too familiar rise of panic inside; he didn't know what to do or say.

Grindelwald took a step back and raised his wand.

"What should we try this time?"

Newt stiffened, absentmindedly pulling against the chains.

With a smile, Grindelwald twirled his wand between his fingers and Newt watched as the tip of the wand got red hot. He closed his eyes for a moment as Grindelwald approached and held the tip of the wand over Newt's left side. He clenched his jaw as the heat intensified until, finally, the tip made contact with his shirt, quickly burning through to the skin.

Newt cried out and pulled against the chains, looking down at Grindelwald's wand, which he was now moving along Newt's side. Newt screamed; sweat beaded on his forehead and his body spasmed as Grindelwald trailed the wand along Newt's torso.

With a smile, Grindelwald stepped back admiring his handiwork. Newt's breath was coming out in huffs as he tentatively looked down at the damage. He couldn't stop the whimper that escaped through his lips when he saw what Grindelwald had done; he had burned his own initials into Newt's skin.

Grindelwald approached again. Newt felt a fresh wave of fury as he kicked out and struck Grindelwald in the ribs; he was satisfied to hear a crack as Grindelwald cried out, stumbling backward.

His victory was short lived.

Grindelwald straightened up and looked at Newt through crazed eyes, bringing his wand up.

"CRUCIO!"

Newt thought his body was literally going to explode. He dropped to his knees and felt a pop in his right shoulder, but he barely even noticed it, the pain was so intense. His screams tore through his already sore throat and he couldn't feel or see anything; there was only agony. His body was violently convulsing; he didn't know if he could take anymore.

This is it. Newt thought to himself. Finally, this is it...At least Tina knows that I love her...

And then he heard the sweetest voice. A voice that was able to break through the wall of pain that was consuming him.

"NEWT!"

Tina.

Ten minutes earlier...

Dumbledore raced along the empty city streets, Tina and Credence following closely behind. The subway entrance was right ahead and Tina felt so much suspense and tension inside she didn't know if she could stand it. She was surprised to see how calm and collected Credence had been up to this point, it made her happy to see that he trusted them.

They skidded to a halt at the steps to the tunnel, looking down into the darkness. An eerie quietness settled upon them and Tina strained her ears for any sign of life below. She took a step forward; she thought she could hear something.

She gasped as a faint scream echoed up the stairs.

"Newt," she whispered. With a jolt of adrenaline, she pulled out her wand and sprinted down the stairs; any trace of fear or uncertainty was now gone. Her feet were a blur beneath her as she tore down the steps and down the tunnel. She heard Dumbledore call out her name behind her, but she couldn't stop.

As she weaved through the tunnel, she noticed the screaming was getting louder; she was close. She rounded the final corner and came face to face with a translucent barrier. She looked past the barrier and saw Grindelwald, wand up, standing in front of Newt who was on his knees, arms pulled back painfully by chains, screaming and shaking uncontrollably.

She couldn't stop herself.

"NEWT!"

Grindelwald snapped his attention to Tina, stopping the curse. Tina couldn't keep her eyes off of Newt though, who was now limply leaning against the wall. She could hear Dumbledore and Credence approaching, now standing by her side. She could hear Dumbledore's booming voice, but she couldn't understand a word he was saying; it felt like she was in a dream.

"Grindelwald. This has gone far enough."

Grindelwald walked up to the barrier, standing face to face with Dumbledore; he was smiling.

"Of course, you're right, dear old friend. Just give me the boy and I'll give you Mr. Scamander." He turned and gestured towards Newt who was now trying to stand up with great difficulty.

Dumbledore's voice rumbled, seeing that Credence was becoming nervous again. "Give us Mr. Scamander and I'll make sure you have a fair trial."

Grindelwald laughed, sauntering back over to Newt. He replied vehemently. "You can keep your fair trial."

"No!" Tina cried out as Grindelwald sent bolts of blue electricity at Newt. He cried out as each bolt struck and his body shook. Out of the corner of his eye though, he could see Credence was changing shape, he was changing into the obscurus. And with a great roar, Credence struck the barrier causing it to fizzle from view. Grindelwald pulled away from Newt, looking up in awe at Credence who was now hovering above.

Grindelwald grimaced; this wasn't going like he planned; it was going to be impossible to persuade Credence with Dumbledore right there. In a split second decision, he made a lunge for Newt. As he did so, Credence rushed down, barely missing him. Grindelwald grabbed Newt's arm and looked up at Dumbledore, a grimacing smile on his face.

"This isn't over!"

And with a crack, he and Newt were gone.

Tina raced forward, but it was too late.

"No!" She screamed, her voice bouncing down the walls. She looked up at Credence, who was sort of hovering above, as if he was confused. With a great roar, he soared past Tina and Dumbledore, flying out of the subway tunnel.

"Credence!" Dumbledore roared, taking a few steps toward him, but Credence didn't stop. "Merlin's beard…" He turned to Tina who was standing in shock. He rushed over to her, grabbing her arms, giving her a slight shake. "Tina! I have to go after Credence. If it's he that Grindelwald is after, then his safety needs to me my top priority."

This pulled Tina out of her state of shock.

"You need to protect him? What about Newt?" She felt heat rise to her face. "Don't we need to protect him?"

Dumbledore sighed, he sounded weary and tired.

"I understand your feelings for Mr. Scamander and I understand your desires to ensure his safety but, if Grindelwald manages lure Credence to him somehow and convince him to join him," Dumbledore shuddered, "it would mean terror and destruction like we've never known before."

Tina didn't answer. She knew he was right but she didn't like it.

"I'll find Credence and then we'll find Newt. I promise we'll find him. Grindelwald knew he was fighting a losing battle tonight, but next time will be different, I promise."

"How? How will it be different?" Tina looked up at Grindelwald through glossy, red eyes.

Dumbledore smiled, but it didn't meet his eyes.

"I'll see you soon."

With a crack he was gone, leaving Tina alone with her misery in the dark tunnels. She stood there for a while, feeling completely lost, unsure of the next step. Sure, Dumbledore had a task, a mission, but what was she supposed to do? Wait?

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw something blue and familiar. She recognized it in an instant: Newt's overcoat. She pulled it into her arms, searching for the front pocket immediately finding what she was looking for.

"Pickett."

A little green face peered out of the pocket, the edges of his leaves burned.

"Oh, Pickett. Are you alright?"

Pickett made a noise that said he was alright, but knew Newt wasn't.

"I know, I know." Tina sent him on her shoulder and he quickly scuttled down into her front pocket, little eyes peeking over the top.

"We'll find him I promise."

At Tina and Queenie's apartment…

Crack!

Grindelwald apparated in Tina and Queenie's apartment, gripping a very weak and bloodied Newt, whose hands were tied behind his back by invisible bonds. They apparated in the living room in front of the couch and came face to face with a very shocked Queenie and Jacob, who both gasped simultaneously at their new guests' arrival.

For a brief moment, both parties just looked at each other, until Grindelwald, wand raised, growled, "where is the case?"

Queenie suddenly remembered she was a witch and whipped her wand out, quickly shooting out a hex. Grindelwald deflected it lazily and whipped his wand, sending her wand flying from her hand through the air.

He let go of Newt, who immediately feel to his knees, leaning against the couch for support. Jacob took a step toward him, anger boiling from seeing his friend hurt so bad, his mind drifting back to when Queenie read Newt's mind earlier.

"Newt…"

Queenie flung an arm in front of him as Grindelwald raised his wand.

"Where is the case?"

All of a sudden, he felt a strange itching sensation in his head. Then he noticed the blonde girl staring at him. She was staring so intently.

Then her eyes went wide and she looked down at Newt.

She whispered, "No," then she stepped forward, "please, don't do this."

"A legilimens…" For a moment he was silent, lost in thought. Then he held out a hand towards Queenie. Her hands flew to her throat as she felt the air being constricted; it was getting harder and harder to breath.

Jacob tried to take a step forward, but he found his feet were magically rooted to the spot. Newt struggled against his bonds and tried to stand up until Grindelwald suddenly stopped, simultaneously dropping his arm and punching Newt hard in the face.

"It doesn't matter. You can't stop me anyways." He thought, only for Queenie to hear.

Newt fell to the ground with a thud, fresh blood flowing from his newly split lip. Grindelwald viciously kicked Newt again and again in his exposed stomach and he cried out, feeling a crack where Grindelwald kicked him; he pulled his knees in, trying to block Grindelwald's attack. His out of socket shoulder was screaming in protest.

Queenie sank to her knees, in shock over the sudden outburst of violence. She looked at Newt, being attacked by Grindelwald. She had never felt so helpless in her life.

"Okay!" She sputtered, on the verge of tears. "His…his case is there in the guest room in the closet."

Grindelwald halted his attack, straightening, running a shaky hand through his hair.

"Get it."

Queenie started to, standing up, but Grindelwald held out a hand.

"No," he pointed to Jacob, "him."

Jacob gulped and looked down at Newt, who was violently shaking on the ground. There was blood all over the carpet, running from his nose and mouth. He looked over at Queenie who looked terrified, but gave him a reassuring nod. He walked into the guest room where he and Newt had been staying and went to the closet, pulling out Newt's case and returning to the living room. With a shaky hand, he handed the case to Grindelwald and stepped backwards to stand next to Queenie.

Newt painfully worked his way to his knees, his breathing coming out in hitches. He spit blood onto the floor.

Grindelwald gripped the case and reached down to grab Newt, pulling him up to his feet with his wand.

He looked at Queenie.

"Remember what I said."

Newt looked at Queenie too, then Jacob; he was at least glad that Grindelwald didn't kill them, but his heart sank when he thought of his road ahead with Grindelwald. He felt a catch in his throat as he looked at his two friends who were staring back with such concerned gazes. He wished he could stay, more than anything in the world. He wished that Dumbledore could have stopped Grindelwald earlier in the tunnel. He wished that he was with Tina, that he could tell her how he felt in person. But now, he wasn't sure if he'd ever get the chance and it was killing him. The knowledge of it almost hurt more than all the pain he was in. If he just held on, maybe he'd see her again, maybe he could tell her…

He noticed that Queenie was crying and he realized she had been reading his mind.

"I'll see you all soon. I promise," he thought.

Queenie nodded ever so slightly, tears streaming down her face and then crack!

They were gone.