Change of Touch
Prologue: The Medicinal Prodigy
POV: Omniscient
Warnings: Some blood and gore.
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Yokohama. A city so bustling and beautiful as you've seen it in photos, but only better. The bay glistened in purple and gold and the sunrise made the light on the waters bounce towards every surface of the city. For (Y/n), it's a breathtaking sight and a mental break from the countless things she's yet o do after boarding off the flight.
She's actually better known as Dr. (Y/n), a doctor from the states who is a medicinal practitioner to many and special healer to those aware of her capabilities. She's saved many lives from near death and has put in so much research into medicinal chemistry studies despite only being 21 years of age. Many consider her a doctoral prodigy, but only few realize the meaning behind her renowned reputation.
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12-year-old (y/n) was orphaned after her corrupted parents in the city were involved in a murder case. Her father was growing relentlessly obsessed for her mother, and her mother wanted to escape from their marriage. One night, an argument exploded in the manor, with a drunken father threatening his wife.
"Honey?" The father said. "Please don't leave me, we have a child to feed and a whole life together to be with one another!"
"Stop it!" (Y/n)'s mother screamed. "Ive been abused enough in this marriage, and I don't want (y/n) to be involved at all!"
(Y/n) walked in, trembling at the booming voices in the kitchen argument. Her father was seen holding a gun towards her mother. All she could have comprehended was that she couldn't recognize her father anymore and her mother's clothes were as though she was in an animalistic feud.
"(Y/n), stay away from here okay?" The mother warned. "Don't get any closer, mommy will solve this okay?" Tears welter in the mother's eyes.
"Heh." The father aims his gun to point at his daughter, removing the safety, and immediately pulled the trigger.
"AHHH!" (Y/n) screamed. Luckily, her left leg was just grazed from the hot bullet as she fell to the ground. If it wasn't for her father's alcoholism, she would have been fatally wounded.
"(Y/n)!" Her mother shrieked. The father points the gun back to her mother. (Y/n) ran away from the room, looking for some type of defense from this. (Y/n) grabbed a spiked bat from her father's closer, one that he used to intimidate her mother with.
"You, can't be serious about leaving me! I LOVE YOU. THAT'S ALL THAT MATTERS. CAN'T YOU UNDERSTAND THAT AND LIVE HAPPILY WITH ME?"
"Not unless our child is safe!" The mother whined.
"You mean that little FREAK with powers?" (Y/n) froze for a second. Her own father just called her a freak. Why, she thought. Was it because of her ability, her gift? That didn't mean she can be called otherwise. She couldn't believe the situation at hand, and she was painfully hurt and angered. Confusion and mixed emotions couldn't even describe this scene she witnessed.
As his focus was on the wife, (y/n) tried to sneak in behind with the bat. Moments later, a loud gunshot echoed around the manor, and blood puddles on the ground. Blood splashes onto (y/n)'s as her face grew into a horrifying shock. The red fluid bubbled and fountained from her mother's bosom, and her mother's eyes were frozen wide as her life spilled out. The father still frozen in his stance, observing his actions in fear. He couldn't believe that he just did that, and now the mother was dead.
"MOMMY!" (Y/n) screamed. With the bat and all her might, she swung the bat at her father's nape and knocked him out in one swing. Blood perfused from the punctures as he slowly tried to turn to her. He started to blank out, with his head pulsing by the second and his face morphing into a scowl of anguish.
"YOU." The father immediately pulled (y/n) down to the ground with her and tried to choke her to death.
"Father.." (y/n) stared into his bloodshot eyes. Why has things come to this? She tried to fight the grip as it started becoming harder to breath. She eyed the gun the father held and struggled to reach for it. She immediately aimed and pulled the trigger to his head.
"STOP IT!" (Y/n) screamed...
It wasn't long until the police arrived at the scene of the two unconscious bodies laying in pools of blood, and a petrified child who couldn't help but tremble on the ground at the resolution.
What's done cannot be no longer reversed. And sadly for (y/n), her ability to save her mother in time was too late. In mere seconds she was already dead from major loss of blood. If (y/n) stepped in on time, her mother could have been saved. But now, as she relentlessly tried, her mother's life would not return back to her.
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In the plane of 52 passengers is where Dr. (Y/n) is, listening to her music, sucking on a Blowpop, and pondering about the childhood spent in Yokohama. Every time she thought of that nightmare, vomit rose in her throat and her knees began to shake and give away. She was diagnosed with PTSD a year later from that incident that she tried to repress for years now, and now she lives on her life as a professional doctor while forgetting the young life of depression and mixed emotions. She didn't want to believe in love at all after that incident, witnessing the crazy things one can do when in love. Everything up till now is solely for her own accord and improvement of people's health in general.
(Y/n) is a short young woman of 5' 2" and donned a white coat. Her hair was silky (h/c) and was wavy and free flowing as it hung and swung from her large chest to her small shoulders. At her window seat, she stares down at the Yokohama port bridge in deep though with her hand to her chin. She bobs her head and taps her toes to the music playing in her ears. As she was minutes away from arrival at the Yokohama Airport, she readjusts her black Beats headphones and paused the song on her iPhone.
"K-k-kaaaccccck!" A man two rows in front seems to have some type of persistent coughing and hacking the past few minutes. (Y/n) put her headphones and iPhone into her purse and tried to listen to the coughing man. "Achhkkkk! Ughh!" The sound of spewing liquid came out of his mouth, and red liquid was spilt on the ground. (Y/n) immediately stood up and took a step forward to examine the situation. A middle-aged man was seen grabbing his left chest with blood spewing from his mouth. His wife stood in horror and fear next to him and gasped at the small puddle of blood he's been spewing.
"Doctor!" The woman called to (Y/n) "Can you help my husband out? He's been coughing like this for a good 7 minutes and blood is spewing out!" Tears welled in her eyes as her worry grew for her hacking husband.
"I will." The doctor said confidently. "I am going to ask you some questions and would like to advise you and the rest of the passengers to wear a face mask and to not panic."
"Okay." (Y/n) ran to her medical supplies case in the cubby and found a box of face masks to pass around to the other passengers. Latex gloves and gauze was pulled to protect from bloodborne infections.
"Miss, what previous or current medical conditions does your husband have?" The doctor asked.
"He's has chronic illness of tuberculosis and we were planning to get him to his doctor in the town to help him. Before we traveled to America, that doctor mentioned that his disease state was almost critical so I've been trying to monitor him since."
"I understand." The doctor handed the man a towel and gauze sheets to hold off bleeding. She pulls out a light pen to check the patient's eyes and oral cavity, but after shortly opening the cavity more blood was hacked and spewed out onto the ground.
"What medications has he taken?"
"Isoniazid so far."
"Alright." The doctor placed a face mask over her mouth and nose. "Sir, I'm going to need you to sit up straight and let go of your chest for a bit, okay?" The man complied. He attempted to keep the hacked contents in his mouth closed in to reduce the amount of blood lost. As he kept still, the doctor closed her eyes. "Miss, can you give me some space? There's not much time to lose. He might choke on the blood if he ends up spewing too much."
"Okay, doc." She steps away as (y/n) tries to focus on the core of the man's chest. (Y/n) removed her right hand glove and placed it on his blood-soiled chest.
"Ability: Linking Paths." A green light emits from her eyes and green orbits surrounded the area she placed her hand. With her mind and touch, she instantly relieved the man from chest pain and blood spewing. The wife was in disbelief, yet noticed her husband no longer coughing as he was minutes ago.
"John? How are you feeling?" The wife asked.
John took in a deep breath without any clenches or obstruction. "I feel free to breath now... it's all so weird but I feel like I won't have that problem anymore!" John sighed in relief and gave his wife a great big smile.
(Y/n) gave off a reassuring smile. "Well, John, I'd say you'll be able to breathe easier now!" She handed him a Sees butterscotch lollipop. "I must be on my way now; the plane has finally made it to ground!"
"Wait!" The woman halted. "Who are you?"
The doctor looked at her with big eyes similar to that of a prideful child. "I'm just your neighborhood doctor at your service!" She walked away with her medical case and belongings, leaving the couple in awe and with a miracle that they can't explain.
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"Man, that's just disgusting." The doctor whined, recalling the events in the plane. "I guess that counts as one of many more to come here~"
Linking Paths. The ability to genetically manipulate anything living by touch. Sad to say that (y/n) can't genetically mutate someone back to life, no matter how hard she tried. It becomes an ability meant to heal persons of injury and illness and other self-necessities (y/n) finds pretty useful herself. Other times, this is considered lethal to others of threat, and for (y/n) in the past, she was considered to some like her dad as a freak. And that's what stabs her in the heart.
"This ability alone paved way so much, I just can't live without it. But to be a messiah every time is just crazy." The doctor murmured as she called for a taxi. "I still have a job to fill as a doctor. Just gotta stop using my powers whenever I can." She can only think of the endless list of tasks to do when she gets to the Yokohama University Medical Center. "Hopefully after all this shit's done, I can finally enjoy an onsen with some good sake and fresh yakitori." The pleasurable thought and juicy taste of candy only lingered for so long until a vibration was heard.
BUZZZZZZZZZZ. BUZZZZZZZZ
(Y/n)'s phone rang and she picked up. Minutes later, she followed the caller's request and rerouted the taxi driver to go to the specified location. The Special Operations Division called in regards to a terminal illness of a company's CEO and wants to immediately cure it before others become infected.
That company was called the Armed Detective Agency.
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Hi everyone! It's been a while since I've gone back to write up another story. it was hard to write in 3rd person especially when incorporating you in the story with (y/n) haha. But I hope you like the prologue so far! If you have followed my other story "Twisted Cantarella," the K/T/M ratings will change likewise. I haven't written for that story in a while and I hope to get back into it soon. I'm currently on break in grad school and so breaks like this is really an outlet for me! Anyway, this is my first for this BSD fanfic so please R&R! It'll get much darker very soon...
