Strings (BNHA x OC) [Rewrite]

26 || Deal

Present Mic was the first of the two heroes to wake from his chemically-induced sleep. He found himself sitting in a chair, his movement restricted by chains wrapped tightly around his chest, ankles and wrists. He tugged testingly at the chains, only to have them bite uncomfortably into his wrists. The movement also brought attention to the pain in his shoulder from getting stabbed with a syringe.

Facing him, in a chair a few feet in front of him sat Eraser Head. The erasure hero sat limp and unconscious, bound in the same way as the voice hero.

Neither of them had their support items anymore, as they had been removed almost immediately after their capture. Present Mic grimaced as he realized that without his directional speaker, his quirk would be much harder to control should he decide to use it.

He tried to call out his friend's name, but his voice came out muffled through a bandana tied tightly over his mouth.

A groan came from Eraser Head as he began to stir awake. The other hero was relieved to know he was coming to.

The erasure hero blinked his eyes several times as he lifted his head off his shoulder.

"Ya-Yamada..?" he asked groggily, to which the other hero nodded in response.

He pulled at the chains around him, testing them just as the voice hero did. After a minute or so, he stopped and sat still.

He looked at Present Mic. "You okay?"

The voice hero nodded again.

The creaking sound echoed through the room and both the heroes looked over to the door.

The door opened and Puppet Master stepped into the room. She held a knife, twirling it skillfully in her hand. "Good to see you two are awake."

"How did you know we were coming?" Eraser Head questioned her sourly.

"You're forgetting that there's a traitor within the walls of UA. If something happens, we'll know," she answered calmly.

"And why go through the trouble to bring us here?" he demanded.

"We needed blood and information. We got one, now I'm here to persuade you to give us the other," she responded.

Present Mic took a moment to wonder about what she meant by that. They took our blood?

Eraser Head however didn't miss a beat. "We're not giving you any information," he spat at her. "Go to hell."

Puppet only smiled. "I already know I've reserved myself a spot in hell. At this point it's really go big or go home."

A few silent seconds passed before she spoke again. "I'll make this fairly simple; one of you is going to give us the information we want"—she gestured to the voice hero—"and if we don't get that information, something... unfortunate will happen to the other." She side-glanced at the erasure hero ominously.

She was met with a glare from Present Mic. He contemplated using his quirk, even through the gag. His posture shifted as much as the chains restraining him would allow. Without his directional speaker, he would have to be careful to not hit his friend. He looked at him, trying to signal his actions in some subtle way.

Unfortunately, the wrong person had caught onto his signal.

"Ah-ah-ah." Puppet lifted a finger to her lips. "Keep quiet, Mic. Bad things'll happen if you use your voice."