Summary: Luz is many things. A depressed, angry, orphan is on the list. But she is also seen as a legend, a myth, a killer, and a criminal. Luz knows what she is. She is... Steam-Punk.
"Mija, run!"
"Mami!"
A loud bang and a flash went off.
"Mami!"
Luz woke up from the nightmare and held her chest while breathing heavily. She'll got up and walked over to a window. She leaned against the window of the abandoned church she's lived in for the past year and watched the rain fall as the sun set behind the clouds.
"Happy birthday, mom." Luz said, "Hard to believe it's been a year since... you were murdered."
She looked at the picture of her mom she had, the only thing she has to remember her.
"I'm going to find the person that shot you. I promise, I will find them and I will kill them."
She got up and got her equipment on. She wore a black long sleeve shirt, black pants, black gloves, goggles that keep her eyes hidden, a bronze colored metal mask, and a black hood. She attached her hidden blades to her wrist and placed her wrist bow on her left wrist. She grabbed her belt and put it around her waist, making sure to put her pistol and a few rounds in it, along with her grappling hook and a few smoke bombs. Lastly, she grabbed her Chinese Broadsword and made sure that it was properly secured to the strap on her back. She ran into the woods from the back of the building. She made it to the town that she used to call home. She pulled out her grappling and aimed for the highest building.
"Alright Gravesfield, what do you have for me?"
Steam-Punk heard gunfire and jumped from building to building to the sound.
"Alright, let's see, what is the problem?" Steam-Punk asked, observing the scene below, "Three thugs, looks like they killed the hostage already."
Steam-Punk whispered an apology before letting out one of her hidden blades. She jumped down and landed on one of the thugs, sending her hidden blade in the neck of her selected target. She removed her blade and pulled out her sword. She charged at one and shoved the sword into the chest of one while the other one scrambled to get his gun ready. He pointed the gun at her, but she swung her sword in his direction, sending the body off her sword and crashing into the remaining thug. Steam-Punk picked up the gun off the ground.
"Well, it looks like I win."
She used her bare hands and bent the gun in half. She pointed her wrist at the thug and fired a small arrow bolt, from her wrist bow, in the head of the thug. She pulled out her grappling hook and grappled up the building and into the night.
Okay, I made Steam-Punk about four years ago, and the reason he was originally called that, was because he wore a mask that a Steam-Punk would wear. Now his suit doesn't use it, it's more of a metal mask that covers the mouth and nose along with goggles, but the name just stuck. Follow, Favorite, and Review for more.