Amidst the Lights (A BNHA Story)

Prologue

It was silent.

All sound seemed muffled in her ears as she gazed up at the sky, a dark painting of purple and grey. Showers of debris flew above her but she paid no attention to them, only to skies above her that came to be her comfort in her isolation.

Eyes flickering slightly to the left and to the right, her mind began to regain focus on the consciousness of her body. 

Pain.

There was only pain, the sweet release that seemed so far out of reach yet so close it remained in a love-and-hate relationship within. She could not move any of her limbs, perhaps out of shock or out of the fact that nearly all of her bones had been shattered. 

Why?

Why did she not attempt to move at all? Why didn't she call for help? Call for someone, just to hear someone so she knew that at least she wasn't alone in her suffering.

Yet is still was not the thing she had focused initially, for the immense difficulty in breathing became her main issue. 

That's it.

She couldn't breath. At all.

Her throat felt thick and clogged with an almost dry cold liquid, so cold it began to hurt the skin around her neck. 

Ah.

So her mask was broken.

This was an effect of her quirk, not necessarily usage but simply what happened whenever she overused her quirk. The mask was a necessity of hers; without it, she would drown in the very secretion her body made to for use of her abilities. 

She tried to cough up some of the freezing liquid but found little energy to force it out of her mouth. So now, she felt as if she had given up.

Heh.

It seemed rather amusing. This was how she was going to die, drowned by her own quirk. How pitiful, that your own quirk would inevitably be your demise in the end.

She guessed it was her end then, perhaps she should just accept it.

Peace.

At long last.

Hikaru....

Hikaru!...

HIKARU!