not a goodbye

This was a very difficult palette @_@ But I’m glad I got to try it… I hope you like it! 

Credence sees the lifeless form of a bird at the mouth of an alley and feels his heart stop. It is small, insignificant, and goes unnoticed by the busy humans walking past. Credence approaches, slow and wary, eyes never leaving it. A common black bird, laid on its side, one of its wings spread and broken, with little blood under it. He goes to his knees, uncaring of the dirt on his clothes, and gentle lowers his hand on it. He hopes the creature is still alive, that the heart in its chest is still beating, even if it’s just a little. But there is nothing, and it has already gone stiff and cold, almost hard like a rock.Credence lets out a shaky breath, and accidentally gets some of its blood on his fingertips. It is thick and congealed, almost black. His heart clenches at the sight of it on his pale skin, and sees something of himself in the creature. Dead, negligible, and unnoticed. Hidden in darkness and left to rot.He barely hears the familiar footsteps of Mister Graves approaching from behind. He hears the man speak, soft and gentle as always, but he can’t look away from the dead bird, can’t get his mind off the horror and anger and heat that is bubbling in his chest.He feels the man kneel down beside him, and then the familiar touch to his shoulder has Credence gritting his teeth with soothing words in his ear. But he doesn’t hear them.How is this fair? Why does this bird deserve to die, suffering in agony, with no one to care for it? Why did no one reach out to save it? There are many creatures much more deserving of this. People who deserve this fate. Who spit on the poor and demean them for their work. Credence’s anger spreads from his chest to his head, from the pit of his stomach to the tips of his fingers. He hears the snarl of the darkness inside as its shadows unfurl and wraps around his body, an electrified current of power that is heavy with fury and clouding his mind“Credence!” he hears Mister Graves cry out, but he barely acknowledges the man, eyes filled with white and his skin cracking open to release the creature inside. He can’t control this level of hatred, his wrath at the injustice of this world. He wants to lash out. He wants the world to suffer for its unfairness, for them to see his agony and their willingness to ignore and look away from his torment and helplessness and punish those who deserve it.He hears the man scream but it is swallowed by his own yell of torment and resentment, as black shadows burst out and consumes everything in its path.