Death of the hero

The day she stopped being Scarlet started like any other though. She was zipping about almost nonstop, performing small to large feats without slowing down for so much as a thank you. That is until she came across a mugger holding a young girl around the neck. Things like this usually irked Scarlet more than other crimes because it hit closer to home for her as a woman herself. She rushed in, shoulder tackling the mugger into a brick wall a few feet away. He slumped to the floor u*********s. Instead of rushing off she straightened herself and looked over at the girl to make sure she was okay. Before she could get two syllables out though, the girl had flung her arms around Scarlet, thanking her behind sobs and tears. Scarlet instinctively put her arms around the woman to assure her she was alright but almost instantly felt a slight pinch against her exposed neck. Her knees buckled. She felt herself start to fall backward as her field of vision quickly began to blur and blacken. The last thing she saw was the girl smirking and holding a syringe in her hands she hadn’t noticed before…