How he had survived the amount of electricity that had passed through him, no one knew. Perhaps, some thought, he really was the strong, fantastic super hero he had claimed to be. Others didn’t care so much about that as debating what might have happened to have caused so much damage.

Perhaps he had saved a damsel in distress from an evildoer in a power plant. Maybe he had saved a child from a giant electric fence, and had taken the shock himself. And there was always the idea that he had saved a litter of puppies from the impending doom of an abusive pound. He wouldn’t say, and let the stories run wild and good all around him. He basked in the glory of it, as he always did.

No one ever stopped to ask the woman who had seen it all, who had smirked as he had been stumbled into the hospital. No onlooker caught the occasional spark that rushed over her hands, or the dangerous look in her otherwise empty eyes. None saw her slip behind the building, or thought to follow her. If they had, they might have seen her disappear into the portal, or heard the swear she let out as it closed behind her.

If only she had been able to kill the son of a bitch without blowing her cover.