The Life of Lady Liberty
Intro
Amelia cursed herself as she was thrown through the air, the fresh pain of a broken arm and what she assumed were several shattered ribs ringing through her body as the woman soared. The thought 'Please let me live' never came to her. Of course she'd live. She was the personification of the United States of America. Like all nations she could live through a simple motorcycle accident. Getting t-boned by some asshole that was too drunk to pay attention to where he was driving his Bentley was no big deal. The woman wondered vaguely as she flew if she'd be in a coma this time, guessing by the height she was soaring and the speed she was going that she most likely would.
The woman watched the asphalt soar up to meet her with a bit of boredom, knowing that it would hurt a great deal when she woke up from this. A small smirk came to the blonde's face as she remembered in the back of her mind the time in the Mexican-American war where a bomb went off nearby her and sent her and her left arm flying in two separate directions. Much worse had happened to her on many, many occasions. This would be nothing. Thanking the fact she was wearing a helmet before everything went black; and her unconscious drifted back to her beginnings.