Fourteen years later, Melody Gosling, now 38 years old, was working for the murderer. Along with her powers, she had her memories taken away. She didn't know it was him until one day he showed her an image. It was of her father. She recognized him, and it all came rushing back. She wanted to kill that man, but he was much faster and stronger. Instead, they made a deal. On the fourteenth anniversary of their first encounter, he would give her her powers back if she became his little murderess. She agreed reluctantly, killing people and getting paid, day in and day out. The money was all his, and she just had to hope that he held up his end of the bargain.
Then, finally, the anniversary came around. "Here's your cash," she said to the man, slipping it to him as she shook his hand. "Now, about my powers."
He just smirked and counted the blood money. "I don't think so," he said, looking at her out of the corner of his eyes.
"We had a deal!" she shrieked, ripping her hand away, but the money was already in his pocket.
"Had," he said with a smile. "Past tense, hon." Then, he put his hand in his pocket again and pulled out his bulb. He rubbed it between his palms and breathed on it. "14 years, I've waited for this moment."