IT ALL STARTED WITH A LIGHTNING BOLT!50.00%

Broken Bones and Lightning #1

'Ughhhhhhh it's so bloody hot out!' I

think to myself as I'm walking downtown

to the tattoo parlour. I hate having to wear these stupid masks but I put up with it because I don't want to risk getting myself or my grandpa sick. The heat wasn't enough to bring down my good mood though.

I'm going to get my NEVERMIND tattoo( identical to the one that one of

my biases Jimin from BTS has on the

right side of his rib cage) except that

mine will be purple and black.

I have been wanting to get this tattoo

for months and had finally saved up the money. Booking the appointment as

soon as I could.

I practically skipped down the

sidewalk as 'Jam Jam' by Seventeen

plays in my ears. I'm waiting at the lights waiting to cross when the song ends

and switches to 'Left and Right' also by Seventeen. Without thinking I start

dancing to the song doing the choreo

in public. Something I never do but I'm

in a good mood so fuck it lol. I look over

to the road to see a car full of girls

watching me.

I grin and shrug, continuing to dance,

even singing along a bit. They laugh

at me as the light changes and they

drive off. It's not that I'm bad at

singing or dancing that caused them to laugh. It's the fact that I was just

randomly dancing in public.

'Whatever' I thought,' nothing can ruin

my mood today.

I cross Wellington street and continue

to the tattoo parlour. Walking in I wave

to the lady at the front desk after using hand sanitizer. I'm a few minutes early

so I sit down on the couch.

"Hi, Luna how are you today? Excited

for your tattoo? You made sure to eat

first right?" She bombards me with questions.

"Hello, I'm pretty good today, how

about you? I am so excited for this

tattoo. I ate a big lunch today, chicken

and potatoes." I responded. She smiles

and nods.

"That's good. With a rib cage tattoo

you need to have a full stomach or you

might get sick. And we don't want that.

Just give him a few more minutes to

finish getting all set up and he will be

right with you!." She says before turning back to her computer. I nod.

I pull out my phone and start playing

one of my favourite games. The COVET fashion game. Basically they give you

little challenges with a story a certain

items or brands you need to use to complete the outfit and get the prize money. After voting on that challenge

ends if you get a score over 4.00 you

get a clothing item. You get gems at

4.50 and another item of clothing if

you get a score over 5.00.

You can even order real cloth at

the online covet shop and all the

clothes in the game are based off

of real items.

My COVET closet is worth $1,192,862.

I wish I owned 80% of the clothes in my Covet closet.

Brandon(my tattoo artist) walks up to

me. "Are you ready to go? Do you need

the bathroom first?" He asks.

"Actually yeah the bathroom would be a good idea." I say. He leads me to the back

of the shop where the bathroom is.

Before I go in he points to one of the

tattoo booths. "I'll be right there when

you are done." I nod at him, and shut the door behind me. I grin into the mirror.

'Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee I'm so excited!!!!"

I think to myself. I quickly go to the bathroom. Not wanting to waste any

time. I thoroughly wash my hands,

drying them with paper towel.

Grabbing my bag I walk out of the bathroom to the tattoo booth where

Brandon is waiting patiently. I smile,

and then realize that he can't see it

because I'm wearing a mask. I laugh

at myself.

"So what shade of purple were you

thinking of using I have several different shades right here for you to pick from?"

He asks.

I look at the six bottles he has sitting

out, thinking carefully. Finally I point to

a dark almost blood red purple colour.

I know that the shade will look perfect

with my skin tone. He nods. Putting the other shades away.

"Can you show me the photo so I can draw it out?"he asks.

I nod again. Then remember," oh yeah I was wondering if you could add his signatures the tattooist just some lines?" I ask him.

He laughs shaking his head.

"Sure I can do that, but I will have to do it above the nevermind tattoo, if I do it on

the softer area it won't turn out properly

it's better to do it over the rib cage. Is that okay?" He asks. I agree.

I take out my phone going to the nevermind photo first and he carefully draws it out on transfer paper. Then I

show him the signature which he traces.

He redoes it a couple times until it's

perfect. Then he has me adjust my top

so that he can do the tattoo.

When that's done he rubs a bit of

Vaseline on my side. Placing the paper

on my skin he wipes it to transfer the drawing onto my skin. Then does the

same with the signature. After that is

done and we check that the positioning

is where I want it in the mirror he has

me sit down on the tattoo table/bed

turning me so that I am laying down

in the best position for him to do the

tattoo.

"Alright lest get started." He says. I

chuckle nervously, knowing full well

that this was going to hurt like a bitch.

I nod and he starts up the tattoo

machine. The loud buzz mixes with

the rock music playing in the

background.

"Are you ready? I'm going to start with a small like first to make sure that you can handle it!" He says. And I nod. I wince slightly as he touches the needle to my

skin and starts the first line. The needle retreats.

"How was that? Is it okay? Was It

bearable? Can I continue?" He asks.

"It wasn't too bad. Go ahead. I'm ready!"

I say. 'I will get this tattoo no matter how much it hurts!' I think to myself as he continues the tattoo.

Twenty minutes later he finishes the line work for the

nevermind tattoo and completes the signature. Before turning the machine

off.

I look over at him eyebrows raised.

"Why did you stop?" I ask.

He chuckles," I'm giving you a quick

break before I start in on the shading.

"Ohhhhh! Okay haha," I laugh.

"Yeah so if you need to go out for a

smoke or anything now is the time.

Because once I start shading I won't

stop till it's done!" He states.

"I actually don't smoke, I'm allergic to tobacco. But I will come stand outside."

I say. He nods grabbing a price of

plastic wrap he covers the tattoo

sticking it to the vaseline.

" Cover it with your shirt we don't want

it in the light yet." He tells me and I

carefully do as he asked. He leads the

way back to the front door and we go outside.

"I'm a little surprised you are handling

the pain so well, I think this is the first

time I've tattooed a girls ribs without

her complaining or groaning the whole

time. But you haven't made a sound."

He says curiously.

I laugh loudly. "I'm no stranger to pain,

I've just gotten used to it by now." I say.

explaining that I do martial arts and

Played rugby. "In high school I had the coach for the guys wrestling coach

begging me to join the team."

"She even tried to get my foster mom

to convince me but Lisa said no

because I was already doing multiple martial arts and playing rugby." He

looks surprised. I laugh again.

" it's like Jay Park's song FSU, ' look

at their faces. Didn't know I could fuck

shit up !' Ahh it's a kpop song haha you wouldn't know it!" I say when he gives

me a funny look.

"But yeah pain isn't new to me, as

specially when you have been kicked

in the ribs and tackled as many times

as I have!" I exclaim. Making him laugh.

"Have you ever been in a fight outside

of your classes?" He asks. I shake my

head.

"No we are taught not to use it for

anything other than self defence

unless your like or someone else's life depends on it." I reply bluntly.

"Oh okay that makes sense. So what

belts are you at? if I you don't mind me

asking?"

"I am currently a red belt in karate. A

blue belt in taekwondo. A purple belt

in Japanese jiu-jitsu. A brown belt in

Brazilian jiu-jitsu. And a blue belt in

kickboxing. I have several medals and

Trophies." I say listing the belts off.

"Wow those are all high belts that

takes a lot of work and dedication!"

He says in awe.

I nod. " I plan to stay below a black

belt/the highest belt in all of them

though, because once you hit black

belt you have to register your hands

and or feet as legal weapons, which I

don't want to do because then I

wouldn't even be allowed to defend

myself properly because you can't

use weapons. Its really stupid." I state.

"I mean your plan makes sense so I

can see why you wouldn't want to do

that, are you good to go back in?" He

asks as he finishes his cigarette.

I agree and we head back in using the

hand sanitizer again. We head to the

back and he puts on black latex tattoo gloves while I readjust my shirt before taking the plastic wrap off of the

tattoo. I lay back down in the same

position as before and he starts

up the machine again.

Once he is all ready he makes sure

that I am good to go. I nod and he

starts tattooing again carefully

filling in the black parts of the

tattoo. 10 minutes into the shading

and our phones go off with an

emergency alert

🚨🚨🚨 Emergency Alert 🚨🚨🚨

FREAK DRY LIGHTNING STORM

COVERS ALL OF LONDON ONTARIO. UNKNOWN AS TO WHEN IT WILL

PASS THE CITY. PLEASE BE

CAUTIOUS WHEN LEAVING

BUILDINGS, AS WE ARE UNSURE

ABOUT WHAT WILL HAPPEN.

WE ADVISE UOU TO RURN OFF

ANY UNNECESSARY LIGHTS AND APPLIANCES IN CASE OF A POWER

SURGE

🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨🚨

I look at Brandon and he laughs.

Don't worry we have a surge

protector you won't get

electrocuted today. I will keep

tattooing until the power goes out."

He say and continues to shade my

tattoo. 30 minutes pass and he

finally finishes the tattoo. Cleaning

it carefully before Letting me get up.

He walks me over to a full body

mirror and I turn so that I can see it.

It's so perfect that it makes me tear

up a little bit.

Even though it looks backwards to

me I know that it's just because it's

a mirror image. I turn and thank

Brandon. He nods.

"No problem haha. It's my job to

make sure that I do the best I can to

make people happy with the results

of their tattoos. Don't want to get a

bad review. Because all it takes is

one and your reputation is screwed.!"

"No kidding. It takes five years to

build a good reputation and five

minutes to ruin it. Or a Karen having

a bad day!" I say trying not to laugh

at the last part. I lose that battle as

soon as I look at him to see him

doubled over laughing. I grin.

When he finally finishes laughing

he wipes my tattoo down again and

covers it with a sheet of Sandierm transparent dressing(a clear plastic material that sticks to your skin like

medical tape. But it's breathable)

I pull my shirt back into place and

adjust my bra carefully so that it's

not sitting on the tattoo. I grab my

Earbuds out of my bag and plug

them into my phone putting one

in my ear. I checked my phone

seeing that there was no update on

the storm. But that could be good

or bad.

I had already paid for the tattoo the

week before so I didn't need to wait

around. I said goodbye and thank

you walking outside. The first thing

I notice is that it is surprisingly dark

out. It's only 2:30 pm.

'What the fuck is going on,' I think to

myself. I look up to see a dark

blue-grey sky with flashes of light

going through it. It took me a

second to realize that it wasn't the

sky it was a massive layer of clouds.

It was a little scary because it looks

solid.

I shrugged and turned my music on.

I started heading towards home when

I realized that I needed to get

something from Shoppers Drug Mart.

So I turn back the other way and

continue walking. I walk down Dundas

to Richmond street and turn to the

right.

A couple minutes later I reach

Shoppers. Making sure that my mask

isin place I walk in going staring to the

feminine hygiene aisle. Stopping I

grab a box of UbyKotex tampons, and

head to the self checkout. I double

the bag and place the tampon box

inside after paying for it.

' I always feel embarrassed when

that's all I buy but whatever.' I think

and head outside and start walking

home. I make it back in front of the

tattoo parlour when a hand lands

heavily on my shoulder. I try not to

freak out. Suddenly I'm being spun

around as a large hand enters my

vision smashing me in the jaw with a

sickening crunch and I know right

away that my jaw is broken.

And then he's gone. I can see him

running away. My vision starting to

go blurry. All of a sudden there's a

blinding flash of light and a searing

pain on my spine as I collapse to the

ground I hear screaming and shouting. Someone yelling my name over and

over. Sirens sound in the distance

getting closer and closer, until the

sound is practically deafening to my

ears.

I scream silently as it was all I could

do. The paramedics rush over to me

And I clutch my purse closer to my

body. They start asking Brandon

and Angie questions. My name age.

If they happened to have my

emergency contact, Angie runs back

inside to get my paperwork for them.

They then proceeded to ask what had happened.

"She was walking by and suddenly this

huge cracked out man grabbed her

spun her around and hit her. I think

her jaw might be broken. I was just

rushing out to help her when

suddenly a huge bolt of lightning

shot down from the sky and struck

her on the back right between her shoulders. Then she hit the ground

and we called you. We tried to get her attention. But she didn't respond."

"The poor thing didn't deserve this.

She is lucky to be alive. She just

finished getting a tattoo 20 min ago."

Angie said animatedly to the

paramedics and firemen.

"Oh by the way her grandfather

doesn't know that she was getting a

tattoo so could you leave that part

out when you call him please."

Angie asked.

The paramedics nod and agree.

The paramedic turns to me. Only a

foot away from me.

"Luna, can you hear me? If you can

move your hand or foot please. I

know it hurts. But please do this for

me!" He says calmly.

I see his hand enter my line of sight

and grab it without thinking.

He gasps in surprise.

" looks like this one is a fighter, she

doesn't want to give up. That's good

you will need that. Now we have to

move you, it's going to hurt, a lot. Try

to stay awake if you can." He tells me.

I squeeze his hand to let him know

that I understood.

On the count of three we are going to

lift you up onto the stretcher we have

to place you on your stomach. Try

not to tense your body or it will hurt

more." he says. I squeeze his hand.

'I'll try." I think to myself. As the edges

of my vision go black.

I feel four sets of hands on my body.

One on my feet one at my knees and

two at my shoulders.

"Alright all at once now. Go slow be as gentle as you can be, she's in enough

pain as it is. Ready? After three. One!

Two! Three! Up!" He says as they lift

me. The pain increases ten times over,

I manage a gut wrenching scream

that cuts out halfway through as

everything goes dark and I black out

from the pain.

Paramedics POV (after I pass out)

"Jesus Christ this poor girl. Check

her pupils I'm pretty sure she's out

cold." The head paramedic says.

"That scream gave me chills.

Especially when it cut out all of a

sudden like that!" One of the firemen

says shivering.

The paramedic checking her eyes

looked shocked and turned back to

his superior.

"Um sir. Her iris's... I they..."

"Oh for fuck sakes spit it out man!"

"Her iris's are almost completely

covered by her pupils. And the only

parts you can are purple!" He says

finally.

"Wait what. Let me see!" The older

one says walking over to her prone

body. Lifting her eyelid he takes a

look, shining his light at her eye.

The pupil barely responsive due to

its size.

"What the fuck! I think she's in a

coma. Hurry strap her down we need

to get her to the hospital." Turning to

Angie and Brandon," thank you for

your help, we will take it from here."

He said.

They load her body into the ambulance carefully closing the doors they take

off in the direction of the hospital

sirens blaring. To get the other cars

out of the way. Ten minutes later they

reach the hospital running her into the building. Finding the head doctor they

explain what happened to her in detail.

Adding in the part about the pupils too.

The doctor checks her eyes noticing the same thing. His light reflects something shiny in her hair.

'What on earth is that?' He thinks to

himself. Looking closer using the light

he notices that it is spreading through

her hair.

'What the hell. Her hair is turning silver

and white. Not just that but it's growing

at a rapid pace. I've never seen or

heard of this before. Maybe it's because

of the lightning.' He analyzes to himself.

"Oh also her jaw was broken by a huge

cracked out man right before. We

already gave his descriptions the police."The head paramedic says to

him.

The doctor carefully pulls off her mask,

What they see stuns all of them. Her

clearly broken jaw was realigning itself

as it healed at an unnatural speed.

They all stared in shock and awe.

Taking only a couple more minutes

it pops back into place as if it had

never been broken. Leaving them all scratching their heads in confusion.

"It has to be the lightning, it must

have given her super healing or

something. But why is she not

waking up?" The paramedic asks.

"Getting hit by lightning does a lot

of damage not just to her skin and

muscles but every inch of her body.

The muscle veins and nerves too not

to mention her brain. I'll take it from

here. Watch over her myself. Oh do

you have her emergency contact

Information? I need that so I can

contact them and let them know so

that they don't think she's dead in a

ditch somewhere." The doctor says.

"Oh right! Here you go. Looks like

it's her grandfather. Take good care

of her. She's a fighter. She was still

conscious when we got to her.

Actually she was conscious until we

lifted her to put her on the stretcher.

She's so strong." The paramedic

says after handing the doctor the

paper. Then they help transfer her

to a hospital bed wipe down the

stretcher and head out.

The doctor picked up the phone and

Was about to dial the grandfathers

Number when the paramedic came

back.

"Oh by the way the tattoo people

said that her grandfather doesn't

know that she was getting a new

tattoo so could you do me a favour

and not tell him that part just say

she was walking downtown or

something?" The paramedic said.

The doctor nods. "I understand. I

won't mention it. Thank you."

The doctor turns back to the

phone and dials the number on

the paper. It rings a few times then

goes straight to voicemail. The

doctor hangs up and calls back. Again

three rings and straight to voicemail, hanging up he thinks 'I'll call one

more time and if he doesn't pick up I'll

call back later in the day.'

Two rings and it picks up this time.

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