YJ: Not Just a Scratch

    An office-building window directly across the gap between the 5-story apartment block she currently stood on. A gap roughly the length of a school bus. No big deal, Lux thought to herself, I've made bigger jumps than this. But not with a thick glass window at the end and the chance of just bouncing off the glass and falling to your death, The small voice in the back of her head muttered.

    Luxlight scratched her head. The possibility was there, but the risk was worth it, and she would most likely be able to shift into a bird before she hit the ground.
    
    An irritated groan interrupted her thoughts, and a quick glance behind her was all the assurance she needed to crash through that window. Before her logical mind could stop her, Lux was already sprinting, leaping, soaring off the roof across the black abyss that could as easily mangle her body as it could protect it. The stoic hero brought her arms up as she was welcomed by a cascade of glass, the shattering symphony deafening her sensitive ears.

    As she braced for landing, Luxlight let out a small cry as a sharp, piercing pain exploded in her abdomen. It threw her off-balance, and instead of rolling to absorb the impact, she skidded across the scratchy carpet and glass slivers, further aggravating the cause of her pain.

    The wounded survivalist came to a clumsy halt, rolling onto her back to relive the pressure on her abdomen. She tried to regulate her breathing, and cleared her head to process what had happened. As she took in her surroundings, she saw a dark figure standing on the edge of the building she had so foolishly jumped off. It shook it’s head at her, and she could almost feel the rueful smile it gave her. It then proceeded to turn back the way it came, melting into the dark, frosty night.

    Once sure they were gone, Lux surveyed the damage to herself. Her stunt had only intensified her previous injuries, but the crash had left surprisingly little. Excluding the knife-like shard sticking out of her belly and the small nicks surrounding it, that was. A puddle had already formed, staining her shirt with the unmistakable crimson of blood.

    Gritting her teeth through the excruciating pain, Luxlight managed to press a small button on her belt, signalling help from anyone in the area. She let out a frustrated sigh, knowing that any movement of the glass fragment could cause further harm, and scowled. How could she be so stupid? It was evident that she was going to get cut, but instead she spent her time worrying about bouncing off. Ugh.

    With similar thoughts swirling through her head, Lux passed out from fatigue and pain, unaware of the pair of masked eyes watching her from afar.

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Crappy hair? Check.
Crappy shading? Check.
Crappy glass shards? Check.

Anyway, here is the great segue from Lux to Lux 2.0, which is basically where she realises that she's going to need better protection (get a better costume), and this also semi-leads into what I plan for Lux when she's a bit older (it involves becoming a gang leader. Fancy).  

I decided to write a little story with this because unbeknownst to her, the glass shard punctures something that shouldn't be punctured and Lux can no longer have children. This is like a little prequel to what I want to write about, which is Lux dealing with it, how it affects her relationships with everyone, and also how it transforms her as a person and as a hero.

Who is the mysterious person she was running from? For now, a secret 

Thanks to for the background

*Also stayed up really late to finish writing, so I apologise for any after-hours Bess writing skills

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