It was a month before Agatha regained consciousness. Just one slight push off a building was all it took to end her career as a hero. I only meant to slightly injure, maybe break a bone. Unfortunately for both of us the cat and mouse game was ended with her failing to catch herself and bouncing her head on the pavement. I still remember her black hair a cacophony stuck to her skin in the gentle October rain. Under the guise of being her girlfriend I was there when the doctor told her family and I that it was unlikely for her to wake up, and even more unlikely for her to ever take her characteristic confident strides ever again. I stayed there by her side: longer than her father, and even her mother. If we were ever to spar again I would personally need to strengthen her, invigorate her with the demonic blood I too had been given all those years ago as a young adult. Then a couple weeks later I was roused from a nap at her bedside by a gasp of pain. "The pain should only last for a few more days" I said. Despite the no doubt deafening wall of agony she was able to force out a few words and a faint smile. "I don't know what you've done to me, but I know you went too far this time. I will kill you." I stepped over to her and placed my hand on her head and lulled her back to sleep and the world. The air in the hospital was stale and smelled of bleach, but for that instant when she threatened me the world felt alive and that same air trembled with a spark. Unsure if the demonic influence had coaxed her into such a statement, or if she truly had been capable all along, I was intrigued. It was then I had her transferred into a private facility. one week later she awoke once more with me in the room.

"Why are you here, Eleana?" she asked me while being restrained to her bed under white silk sheets.

"I'm just a concerned citizen nursing a dear fallen hero back to health" I said putting my hands over my heart.

"I'll rip that heart out the first chance I get." Never before had I seen her conscious without a smile. It was almost enough to bring a tear to my eye.

"Then I'll let you out of those restraints and we'll have one last dance" I said as stepped across the room towards her.

It was mid morning as the director came into the office. "Here's your coffee sir" said an intern holding out a Starbucks cup leaning forward almost in a half bow. Director Clement took the cup from him without a word and took a sip. "This has almond milk, I thought I told you nitwits I preferred coconut milk." "I am so sorry" said the, for all intents and purposes, nameless intern. The director brushed past him without another word coffee in hand and went into his office. He sat in his luxurious cushioned leather chair and looked at the small folder that read "TOP SECRET". He opened it; inside there was a small stack of messages. The first one read "I believe the mission is done. I followed the mark for a couple days to see his usual routine and on his way to work I stuck him with a cyanide coated pin on the end of an umbrella. I got the idea from some documentary a watched a while back, those crazy soviets were always doin wild stuff." The director grimaced and picked up the next note. "Alright turns out this cat is still showing up for work so I guess I gotta just stick to the basics. Every day he stops by a Starbucks and they just so happen to have a help wanted sign. I applied to the job and got it, all I gotta do is spike his coffee after Kevin here shows me the ropes." The director sighs and picked up the next message. "Alright alright this man is an unstoppable force of nature, I suppose I gotta step up violence. I've planted a nice little surprise in the garbage bins near his apartment. Kevin's a nice lad I think you'd like him. He's been showing me how to make little leafs on the coffee." The director frowned as he saw yet another message in the file. "I shit you not on this, he was right next to the explosion, and all he did was lost his clothes. While the man was certainly above average, I was thinking with how tough he was he'd have to coil it up in a jockstrap like one of them bubble gum tapes. I've still been giving him the spiked coffees, today I put a four leaf clover in it hoping for some better luck. This has been real stressful, Kevin says there's a lot of tension in my shoulders." The director took a large breath in and pinched the bridge of his nose as he looked at the last message in the file. "Y'know boss I think I'ma just stay working at this joint with Kevin and that this has been a message from God. I showed my mom a picture of the four leaf clover I put in his coffee today, she said she was proud of me and she was happy I turned my life around. Sorry about your coffee but you were the only person who knew my identity :/" the directors stomach churned.