Silent is a wish (BNHA X OP READER)(ON HIATUS/REVAMPING)

Prologue Pt 2 (E)

< Pro-Hero All Might, Quirk: Super-strength? >

Y/n L/n-Yamada and Kuma L/n, have been missing for three days. Absences from work and school have prompted an investigation.

FILE NO. 8631-52

Y/N L/N-YAMADA, AGE 4.

GUARDIANS: HIZASHI YAMADA, FATHER (PRO-HERO, CURRENT), KUMA L/N, MOTHER (PRO-HERO, PAST)

REPORTS OF SUSPECTED ABUSE HAVE BEEN FILED BY BOTH Y/N'S FATHER, AND SURROUNDING NEIGHBOURS. CPS HAS VISITED SEVERAL TIMES, NOTING THE HOME ENVIRONMENT IS "not particularly child-friendly" AND "potentially hostile", BUT NOT LOOKING DEEPER. WELLNESS CHECK REQUESTED.

I placed the file on my passenger seat, taking a look at the quaint, suburban home. I volunteered to take this investigation on as a favour to one of my colleagues, Y/n's father. The last time he heard from his wife, they had fought, and he had told her he was filing for divorce. At the time, he was unable to get his child out of the home. Unexpectedly, Yamada was in an accident resulting in hospitalisation. He asked me to check on his daughter.

I approached the house and rang the bell. No answer.

I approached the neighbours. They said Kuma and her daughter haven't been seen in days. After trying the house's door, I found it was unlocked. The door creaked open, deafening against the utter silence of the home.

I entered the house on high alert. Windows were broken, and the first floor was flooded. I journeyed to the top floor, carefully searching the house for signs of its occupants. Clear.

Upon entering the kitchen, however, I found the most horrible sight.

The body of Kuma L/n was spread-eagled on the wet kitchen floor. Small bloody handprints stained her nightgown and were smeared on her face. I leaned down, trying to ignore the stench coming from the mother's body. Her stomach was swollen, indented, and lumpy. It was likely, no, hopefully, the source of the blood. I felt terrible thinking it, but it was overcome by the fear of my godchild suffering a similar fate.

No recent signs of child activity.

"Y/n? Are you here? It's All Might, do you remember me?" I asked, desperately hoping for a reply. I checked almost everywhere. A light splash caught my attention, and I followed the echo to the furthest corner of the dining room. Leaning against the wall was a child, bloody and pale.

"...I told her... I wish she would die," A haunting whisper came from the child's gaunt frame, wrenching my heart. I crashed towards the figure, trying to check her for injury.

"Y/n! Please, we can help! Don't give up hope. Did you see who did this? Did they hurt you?" I asked, trying to maintain a soothing, professional demeanor.

"He said I could call him the 'Hand man'," She hiccoughed weakly, head drifting to rest on her shoulder. Her eyes fluttered, and I tried my best to keep her awake.

"Did he give you a real name? Young Y/n-?" It was then when I noticed the wound. Under the girl's small hands, which were loosely resting against her abdomen, was the worst thing I'd ever seen.

It was as if her skin had cracked, shattered, was peeled from her body. Raw muscle and angry, blood-leeched flesh slowly trickled gore into the water she sat in. I radio-ed in for backup immediately.

"Eraserhead! I need paramedics! I have an adult female, deceased, and female child, unresponsive. She needs medical care immediately, hurry!"

I'm doing all I can, Hizashi. I promise.

"Come on, Y/n, push through!"