#scars!!

He had rolled up his sleeves so he could get to work, not even realizing one of the many electrical scars was showing. It was in the shape of a lightning pattern, as if he had been struck by lightning itself. “That was…from New York,” he admitted, smile tweaking the corners of his lips, “I was trying to help Credence and…and the man I thought was Percival Graves, he…I was electrocuted.” And that was putting it mildly. The one on his arm was one of the smaller burns. Over his chest and back, he was littered with a similar pattern, a pattern that even overlapped some old scars from creatures he had, had the fancy of meeting.