[ WP ] You 've been taking medicine weekly your entire life . One week you accidentally miss your dose , and realize you 're developing superpowers . You confront your parents , only for them to reveal that as your powers grow , your immune system will weaken until a mere cold could kill you . What do you do ?

It's been nearly 40 years since I discovered my powers, and the situation has never been so dire. My mortal enemy, Crastus the Conquerer, stood on a floating metal platform he controlled with his mind, his arms hanging loosely at his sides as he smiled. I'd always defeated him before, or at least gone even, sending him home either way, defending my pocket of the universe effectively day by day, but today... Today, something was different about him, but I just did n't know what. He had just... Waited for me. Usually Crastus liked to take an early lead, blowing up a city or taking the President hostage, but this time, he just *stood* there. I was n't scared, but I'd be lying if I was n't much more cautious. 
 
 
 I flew up in front of him, my biker clothing billowing around my tight and tall frame in the wind. I'd tried many looks, but biker fit best, plus, it had the benefit of making me a pretty bad-ass looking lady. I smiled to myself, chiding myself for being so vain, even at 56 years old. My favorite part was definitely the custom boots, allowing me to store both colored vials of medicine on my person at all times. White removes most of my vaccines and uses my ultra fast metabolism to instantly purge my body of medicinal substances. Black is my last resort. 
 
 
 
 *Focus*. I flew up in front of Crastus, separated in the air by half a mile, but still framed by the city around us, with Central Park below. I searched for minds on the ground, and was relieved to see that the Mayor had ordered a full evacuation of the area like I had recommended, and I could sense the parents snatching their children from the playground and running away. A good start, but they needed more time to get to a safe distance. I decided to stall. 
 
 
 `` Crastus. You've come back.'' 
 
 
 `` Of course I have, you're the only Galaxy Protector in this quadrant of the universe that I have yet to defeat.'' 
 
 
 `` Then why come back at all? Just walk away.'' I knew my words would be useless, but not all the children were out of the park just yet. Some seemed to be standing behind trees and just sitting in the park around us, unmoving. I felt uneasy, not understanding why the children refused to answer my mind probes. 
 
 
 `` You seemed to call to me, a challenge that I have never utterly overcome. You are unique.'' 
 
 
 `` What's with the past tense?'' 
 
 
 Crastus nodded his head, and smiled once more, `` Because, my dear Ana, you will never overcome *anyone* after today. Earth, this Galaxy, and the infinitely valuable Pluto will finally be mine.'' 
 
 
 `` Why's that, Crastus?'' 
 
 
 `` You're asking a lot of questions. Let's move this along.'' 
 
 
 With that, Crastus raised both arms, and ten children rose into the air slowly, rising up to our level with faces upturned towards the sun, eyes wide with tears streaming down. 
 
 
 `` Do n't worry kids! I'll save you!'' 
 
 
 
 The children continued to float slowly higher, and they began to scream. I flew towards the closest child, knowing that arguing with Crastus would do no good. A small girl with a purple shirt with a picture of me on it, punching Crastus about 15 years ago during his first visit. Iconic, I've been told, and the photographer won a Pulitzer for it. As I rose up to her, the park's trees began to shrink, and she looked down at me before I came level, obviously terrified, but somehow beaming at me. 
 
 
 
 `` Hey there... How are you?'' I reached out a hand to carry her down and disrupt Crastus's mind powers. 
 
 
 `` DO N'T TOUCH ME!'' The girl shrieked, tears pouring down her face. `` Do n't... he put something in me, I think it'll hurt you.'' 
 
 
 I tried to assess the situation, but saw no alternative. If I did n't start pulling these kids down, they're going to suffocate from the high altitude's low oxygen levels. 
 
 
 I smiled at her and grabbed her around the waist, `` It'll be ok, honey, it'll be alright.'' 
 
 
 `` Oh... Ok. Thank-... Ana?'' The girl began squirming in my grip as I flew to the ground quickly. 
 
 
 `` Yes?'' 
 
 
 But there was to be no answer. The small child's eyes and mouth began blasting a green liquid, drenching me before her stomach began to swell up, three times the size before she exploded. I could only look down at my hands. *She's gone. And how?'' 
 
 
 
 With a roar, I flew towards my enemy and screamed before socking him, `` CRASTUS. WHAT DID YOU DO TO THEM?!'' He merely laughed, raising his hands in mock surrender. 
 
 
 `` I know your secret, Ana. That liquid? It's one of the most rare diseases I could find. Each one of these kids is full of another dose. Good luck saving them all, or you could just beat me up of course, but then they'd die, since I ca n't deactivate it.'' He smiled at me, knowing I had to turn and reach another child. 
 
 
 They were just reaching the clouds, so I had to act fast. As I raced towards the sky, I tore off my boot and stabbed myself with the White vial. I felt stronger and much faster, even the vibrations of my body breaking the speed of sound, racing to a small boy flailing in the air quickly. Then it hit me: I could n't help him. He would just explode. But how would I save them? Mere speed and strength can only help so much, I needed more. 
 
 
 I froze. I've never had to decide to use it before. Luckily, the boy's screaming changed to choking, and I realized I had no time left. 
 
 
 Black. 
 
 With a grunt, I stabbed myself in the arm, feeling my body surge with power. I could see everything, on every wavelength. The boy had a device in his stomach, as did all the children, one that with even my White-vial speed I could never remove and keep them alive at the same time. The device would release the disease into their body, then pop them like a zit by causing an explosion, spreading the disease everywhere. 
 
 
 But with Black-vial, I could do it all. I was too fast, pushing towards the speed of light. Within a single second, I flew to each child, phased my hand into their body and removed the device, and let them fall. The next second, I caught each, and laid them down 10 blocks away, leaving the barista $ 1000 and a note on where each child came from, and how to get them home. I then took Crastus, and moved him into the center of the Sun. Flying back to Earth, I felt the Black-vial begin to wear off, and laid myself down in an abandoned boat on the pier in Central Park. I could have lived, ironically, if I had taken the Black first. But that little girl was right, and I was covered in her disease. Feeling the effects wash over me in hyper-speed succession, I diagnosed myself with bubonic plague. Who knows? Who cares. I stared up at the blue sky, the virus coursing through my veins with zero resistance, having destroyed every white blood cell I had. 
 
 
 I began to seize, my view of the trees and breeze became jerky, and out of focus. The last thing I thought about was that little girl. 
 
 
 I'm sorry.
