Newt winced at this side once he sat down on the bed that he refuses to sleep in now after Leta died. How could he sleep after seeing that? Newt sighed and put his hand on his side. He could feel blood. 'Grindelwald. He did this.' Newt thought looking at the closed door to his room. "Theseus must not know," Newt said out loud looking down to his injured side. "He's going to find out though," Newt said with defeat in his voice. Newt slowly closed his eyes, but they snapped open when he heard a small nock on the door. Newt knew that Theseus was not at the door. Who however would want to knock on his door.

"Monsieur?" The small voice of Erik said nocking again. Newt looked up from his side to look at the door.

'Why was he at the door?' Newt wondered standing and walked slowly to the door. However, the pain in his side made him fall with a loud crash winching in pain before he passed out. Erik who was on the other side of the door when he heard this crash. Erik slowly opened the door to see Newt laying on the floor not moving.

'What?' He thought walking over to Newt. "Monsieur?" Erik asked quietly but then he ran out of the room.

Theseus smiled as he started to make food for little Erik while the healer told him the other injuries that the boy had. Which were just old scars that he knew won't heal with magic or anything else. Much like a werewolf's scars. Thesaurus nodded sadly but he did not say anything as Erik came running up to them and started yelling in French. The healer looked at Erik and got down to his eye level. Theseus sighed when he did not pick up what they are saying but he did understand the word hurt. Erik had come from Newt's room. Theseus's eyes grew wide as he ran to Newt's room with the healer close behind, but Erik stayed where he was. He did not know these people so why should he care about them. However, Monsieur Newton saved him from that place. Erik shook his head and ran a hand over his mask and sat down on a chair playing with his hands nervously. 'What am I doing? I should…'

"Newt! can you hear me, little brother?" Theseus called cutting Erik out of his thoughts. "Newt!" Erik covered his ears at the cries of Theseus.

'What are you doing you cowered? Go help them or something.' The voice in Erik's head told him. Erik shook his head. 'I don't even know them. why should I care?' He asked the voice and shook his head slowly. He looked around him before he took off his mask and stared at it with tears running down his face. He did not notice Theseus who walked into the room and gasped at the sight of Erik. Erik looked up with tears still in his eyes. "Don't look at me monsieur," Erik cried covering his face with tears in his eyes. Theseus sighed and looked at the boy.

"Why would I do that? I don't care," Theseus said with a nervous sound to his voice. Erik knew that this was because of his brother. However, Erik did not say anything as he looked at the boy who still had tears in his eyes.

"You don't care?" Erik repeated with a harsh laugh. "I'm a freak, a monster and you don't care. Well, done sir," Erik said before he stood up with his mask in his hand and walked to the front door. "I knew that you would fear me as well. Everyone is," he added before he opened the door and stormed out.

The healer who was looking over Newt flinched at the door slamming. Then he looked up to see Theseus will a worried look on his face walk into the room. "Erik left. How is Newt?" Theseus asked with defeat in his voice. The healer sighed and put his wand away.

"Your brother should be fine. However, he should be in bed. He has a nasty wound on his side. I have no idea what caused this. Do you have any idea?" The healer asked standing up. Theseus did not say anything as he looked at his brother who was sleeping now. The healer looked at him, but he hummed. "You say the boy left?" The healer asked Theseus who sighed.

"He got scared. I don't know what happened. We need to find him but Newt…" Theseus trailed off and shook his head.

"You go look for him monsieur. I will stay with your brother," Theseus smiled and nodded before he left the room and walked to the front door.

'Stupid. Stupid. How can you be so stupid Erik? You little freak?' The voice in Erik's head. Erik touched his mask and started to cry but he did not stop walking. "They don't know me. Yeah, I can find my own place and people to look after me. Right?" Erik told himself but he shook his head and looked behind him when he heard someone behind him. "What was that?" he asked and then shook his head before he laughed a little. However, he stopped walking when he heard someone again. Then he felt a chill run through him. It was getting cold and leaving the house was not the best idea. Erik sighed and sat down on the ground holding himself from the cold.

A/N: How was that? Thank you to my first reviewer to this story. I'm working my hardest on this story and I'm glad you are liking it. Thank you for reading and I will see you next time. -Captain Voxland