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Yamada (Y/N)
The Screaming Patient: Banshee Quirk: Scream
Affliation: Saint Anne’s Medical Hospital (formerly), League of Villians.
Birthday: October 7th. (currently 23 years of age)
Height: 5’6”
Bloodtype: O Negative
Quirk: Able to create a shriek louder than 200 decibels, and reaches frequencies of around 25,000-35,000 hz. The high pitch and frequency causes the body to lock in place from instinctual fear, and causes the eardrum to rupture from the noise. When Banshee breaks the 20,000 hz level, normal folk can no longer hear the sound that she is making but will still feel the effects of the decibel rating.
Banshee’s ears are highly evolved to withstand the effect of her own quirk but is only able to scream for up to a minute before needing to breathe. However, this means that to withstand her own quirk, her hearing is duller than the average person. She cannot use the effect constantly without having a wear on her vocal cords. Banshee does not possess the ability to direct her quirk, and will effect everyone within hearing distance; the further away, the easier to resist paralysis.
<>Reason for Admittance:<> Admitted at age 13 for uncontrollable quirk. Considered dangerous to society without heavy medication or quirk control. Further study has resulted an unwillingness to cooperate with treatment or completely quirk removal. Quirk control was deemed useless as while she can now control volume levels, it will still harm large numbers of people Currently kept in solitary sound proof room. Limited visitors. Vocal chords have been paralyzed daily, lips stitched closed for safety measure. Will stay in confinement until better treatment is made available. Vocal chord removal recommended, still waiting on consent from brother, Yamada Hizashi.
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Toshinori sighed as he read and reread the chart hanging in front of (Y/N) room. With one, two way window he could see her. Curled up in the corner. The glass had cracks worked into it; bits of blood and hair jammed into the cracks where her head had connected with the wall. If...if he had known it had come to this, he never would have...no. That was a lie. Even if he had known, even if the incident hadn't occurred, he still would have turned her in. Righteousness, justice, he had to do the right thing. Even when the results ate away at him. He doubted Yamada would ever forgive him either. With another, heavy sigh, he pressed the tone button next to the glass. "(Y/N). I came to visit. I wanted to see how you were doing."
It was his first visit in a month. The last time had resulted in those window cracks. Rage and anger palpable and he wouldn't have been surprised if the glass had shattered. The nurses got there first, administered some drug that let her drop into a mindless sleep. He'd feared to come back, lest her reaction be identical again. He wasn't sure who he was scared for. (Y/N) jerked her head up, and Toshinori flinched; grateful that she couldn't see him do so. It wasn't pleasant. The wild, tired eyes, the unbrushed locks that hadn't been cut in years (no sharp objects), but the worse was the stitching. A set of lip piercings had been installed, like notches in a shoe that heavy thread was wrapped back and forth across. Creating an x-pattern over her mouth that kept it permanently closed. Him and Yamada had both protested the measure, but when it was learned that she could still bring the devastating noise even with paralyzed vocals, there wasn't a choice left. The terror in her eyes when she woke from the surgery haunted his every dream along with the muffled groans that had followed. A death rattle in a living woman.
That had been eight years ago. Since then she'd grown more uncooperative. Refusing medication that would weaken her voice, refusing quirk therapy, and attacking nurses and patients at every opportunity given. The decision to lock her in a sound proof, solitary cell was a last measure to make sure she count harm anyone. They tried to visit often, but not as often as they should. Every time he came to visit, she seemed worse. More mad than sane, the psych ward doing the opposite of its job. Toshinori leaned on the ledge to the window, watching (Y/N) pull to her feet and over to the desk set in front of the window. They left her pen and paper, her only way to communicate now. The writing was messy and scrawled and she slammed the page against the window. She'd stopped trying to untie the rope from the piercings a while ago. The electroshock therapy...it was enough to make her body seize whenever she even considered it. Thus, she was allowed to write now, hands free from a jacket, and she could barely write legibly. Hatred clear in the sharp glare of her eyes, "GO AWAY" it read. Toshinori sighed, it seemed to be all he could do.
"(Y/N). Please. You can't send everyone away. You need company and to cooperate. You'll go mad."
More scrawling, and she slammed the page onto the glass: ID RATHER GO MAD THEN SEE YOU. With her 'words' said, (Y/N) walked away, going back to rest against the wall. Toshinori nodded, whispering a good bye into the mic and rising to leave. He spared one last glance to look at her, and was struck with how she looked nothing like the girl he remembered. It was his fault for that too.
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You stared blankly as you prayed that he left. You could barely hear him through the microphone,yet you could hear him breath and sigh and pity himself over this situation. Good. Let him wallow in his own suffering. It was his fault you were hear. His fault you were locked in a small room with not but white to stare at. His fault that you didn't remember the sound of your own voice or the touch of anything but latex covered hands and the smell of static electricity. Some hero, all he caused was your suffering. He could at least wallow in regret over it. After all, you had your whole life to do the same now. Nothing but these padded walls and you.
It was hard to keep a solid train of thought when you couldn't speak. It was more a series of images that played through your mind as the lack of time ate away at you. Staring at the wall, remembering the past. Trying to wiggle your lips for some movement. At least it didn't hurt anymore, the piercings healed, and they fed you via a tube through the stitching. You'd long given up trying to pry the thread off, what with how painful the electricity could be. Your thoughts were already scattered, memories dim and washed out. You didn't want to lose anymore than you already had. You wondered if you had lost memories, its not like you could remember the memories you had forgotten. After all, they were already gone.
There was no way to know how much time passed from Toshinori's visit and the explosion. The echoing blast had to be on the other side of the ward, and you still managed to hear it. With a quirk solely focused on sound, you're hearing had suffered. It was like listening to the world through a wad of cotton, and when people spoke too quietly, or didn't face you, the audio was almost gone. Well, every quirk had to have a weakness. Even with all that in mind, the explosion was heard with clarity. You jumped to your feet, running to the door and slamming your fists against it. Trying to get someone's attention to find out what was going on.
One of the orderlies ran to your door, checking you were still there before yelling, "Quiet down! We're in emergency lockd-" He was cut off as his body suddenly caught fire. You watched as he turned to blackened skin, bone, and then ash before your very eyes in a flurry of blue flame. It was...almost beautiful to watch as he fell with a scream that you managed to hear. Lucky you. A face stepped up in front of the window, looking at you with bored, blue eyes and a mop of dark, messy cut locks. He was all burned. The lower half of his face and neck burned and stitched, and below his eyes; it reminded you of your own, maybe he was an escape patient. You could see the same thing on his arms as he grabbed your chart up off the door, "Ah. Found you (Y/N). Right?"
You nodded, and the stranger grinned. Grabbing the key from the orderly's belt, and unlocking the door. The dull click lost to you, but the sight of the door opening. With nothing but this strange man in the way of your freedom. It was the most beautiful thing you had seen in literal years. You looked up, having to tilt your head to meet his eyes, and you could see a disgusted sneer pull onto his face as he looked at you. You tried to make a strangled noise as he grabbed your chin, but the parlayzers was still in effect and would be for several hours. The man twisted your head side to side. "Fucking animals. Stitching your mouth closed. If it was me. I'd want a touch of revenge."
He had a beautiful sort of grin behind the madness of it all. He ran a finger over the stitching and you felt a hot flash as they fell away and your lips fell open. It was heavenly, and you worked your jaw back and forth once he released it. Even sticking your tongue out, just cause you could. It felt impossibly good. Like stretching after being kept in one position for too long. Except years. You barely remembered what it felt like to run your tongue over your lips. Sure the cold piercings were still in place, but you could remove them later. For now, this man. This...saviour...had mention something about revenge. He chuckled a touch as he watched you enjoy the new found freedom. "What do you say? In the mood for a bit of chaos?"
You nodded rapidly. Sure your vocals were frozen, but that didn't stop you from screaming. Not by a long shot. The man grinned, grabbing your hand and pulling you through the confusing halls. You almost wanted to stop to take it all in, to see the world again, but he clearly had places to be. Running from hall to hall, past other 'villians' (that has to be what they were, killing orderlies and doctors and destroying the building), until you were finally outside. The bright, beautiful sun running over your skin so bright you flinched back. He pulled you closer, pulling you in front of him and when your vision finally cleared you saw it. The guards, cops. All waiting with their guns out, "Surrender now!"
You looked up to the man, and he gave you a wicked grin. "Go for it. I'll be fine." he jerked a thumb at his ears and you saw the fluorescent orange ear plugs. A good idea, but just to be safe. You pushed him back a few steps and pointed at your ears before moving forward. Raising your hands up in a surrender motion as you got into place. You shouldn't have had this burning excitement in your core. This rage mixed with joy at freedom. All of it coalescing into the fact that finally, finally you could scream again. No one was ever going to lock you away, stitch you away like some animal. You'd just been granted freedom, and you were going to revel in it.
"Get on your knees! Now!" the cops yelled and you grinned. Oh how good it felt to grin. With your rescuer at a safe distance, and keeping the others back as they stepped out the hospital you opened your mouth. And you
screamed
At first it was quiet, unfamiliar in your throat, but it quickly gained volume. Going from a terrified woman, to a jet engine, to piercing sound that drowned out everything else. The glass shattered around you in a cascade glittering starlight. The hospital, the surrounding skyscrapers, all cracking and shattering. You felt the shards fall and cut open the skin of your arms, but it only fueled the scream further through you. To the point that all of a sudden, the sound vanished. Reaching such a pitch that it was no longer audible to the human ear. Yet it still drowned out everything else. Leaving a painful silence that dropped the officers to their knees with muted screams. Blood dripping between their fingers as they clutched at their heads. Their eardrums bursting, bodies freezing in place to the point where they couldn't breathe; suffocating in their own skin, fitting. You could even see the villians collapse to their knees as they tried to withstand the noise, even with all their added safeties.
Finally the noise stopped, your lungs heaving as you looked around. All the sound came rushing back as the cops twitched in the last moments of life around you, nothing but glass under your bare feet as you spun on your heel to look to them. And you smiled. Smiled with all the joy and excitement and adrenaline. The villians started to pull themselves to their feet, and your rescuer grinned back at you; wiping blood away from his ear as he pulled the ear plugs out. "Look at that. From that smile, I'd say you enjoyed that."
You nodded, tilting up to look him in the eyes as he pulled in close. That grin...it was addictive to watch, small but noticeable as he curled a hand around your waist. "Want to do it again?"