"I didn't know what I was doing. There was something wrong with me. I..I kept hearing voices...voices in my head. They were whispering things." Ultra fell silent. First she had been locked up in Indian hill after her drunk father killed her and her mother (before killing himself from the crushing guilt the next morning). At Indian hill she was subjected to multiple "experiments" before actually being revived. Then after professor strange himself revived her he subjected her to more tests that changed her vocal chords. Now if given an excuse she could scream and make a mans blood run from his ears. Not that she would on purpose. She had killed to many innocent scientists at Indian hill before being set free. She escaped and hid herself in an old nineties house. She never went into town deciding it would be safer if she didnt surround herself with people before she could control her powers. She lived there for three years before creating and perfecting a sound frequency controller that helped tune her screams frequency to one that wouldn't hurt other living beings. During those three years she had grown out of her agoraphobia. Or at least she thought so. As ultra grew up she was always a very sickly and scared child. If you could think of a fear she was most likely afraid of it. Her mother did drugs due to her fathers outbursts when drunk. The only one She felt she could rely on was her older sister. The same sister that went to college for science and graduated as the valedictorian. She sent a letter telling of how she moved back to Gotham to begin a job for someone named professor strange. They were all happy for her but no one was allowed to see her. They only ever got letters. Ultra didn't see her sister again until after she died and was revived. She woke up a couple minutes after strange revived her to her sisters voice. "Claire? Claire? Are...are you awake?" All ultra could remember doing was groan but when she opened her eyes she didn't see her sister instead she saw a woman with violet hair and eyes. "Who... who are you?" "I..." "that's enough lyric." A bald man walked in. He was thin and looked to be from someplace southern with glasses that had red lenses. "Yes professor strange." With that the woman named lyric left the dark room I had just began to look at. "Claire?" "How do you know my name. Where am I? Who was that woman how did she know my name? Why do I hurt all over?" "All will be answered soon. Now why don't you close your eyes and I'll take away all the pain?" His voice was so soothing that ultra foolishly listened. Closing her eyes she felt a small prick of a needle being put into her arm and something being placed on her head and neck.