Raya has been an underground hero in New York City for the past 8 years. Recently, she's felt a need for change, it started to feel like a monotonous cycle of sleep-eat-kickass-repeat. Raya grew restless, so she started training new interns, helping...
"Nova, if you don't extract this information thousands will die. Their deaths will be on your head. We are certain they are targeting a public domain during peak foot traffic, but unaware of location, timing, or motive."
...
"Tell us where you planted the explosives," I say in a monotone voice.
"I'll never tell you anything, Hero scum!"
Their deaths will be on your head.
Their deaths will be on your head.
Their deaths will be on your head.
*Activates quirk- slowly exciting the nerve endings*
"I'm not saying anything, this shit tickles!"
*Increases intensity, feels like being stabbed my thousands of tiny needles*
"Agh, you enjoy this don't you!" He spat.
"Tell us where you planted the explosives and this all can end. You'll get leniency for assisting in bringing in those responsible."
"I didn't plant anything, dumb bitch. I'm not saying s-shit."
Their deaths will be on your head.
Their deaths will be on your head.
Their deaths will be on your head.
*Increases intensity, feels like half of body is sitting on hot stove*
"AGH, w-what the fuck you s-stupid whore! I didn't do anything! I-I can't s-say anything, t-t-they'll kill me!"
"We have reliable intelligence saying there will be a massive bombing at a public location killing thousands of people! Why? Where did they put the explosives?!?" I continue, "tell us and I'll stop. Tell us and I can ensure enrollment in witness protection."
Five minutes go by with no response and suspect staring stoically back. I close my eyes and take a deep breath...
Their deaths will be on your head.
Their deaths will be on your head.
Their deaths will be on your head.
*Increases intensity, feels like being burnt alive*
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Suspect begins screaming at the top of his lungs and sobbing uncontrollably. "AGHHHHH, F-FIINEE. PLEASE...N-NO M-M-M-MORE!"
*Decreases intensity of nerve stimulation*
"Shi-...The a-attack... The attack is s-set to happen tomorrow...T-t-tomorrow at n-noon..."
