Prologue
It's a direct contradiction, really: the dead, invincible cheerleader. It's a direct contradiction of everything that she had known, everything that he had thought was true, and most certainly everything that they all thought was sure.
If the invincible cheerleader wasn't truly invincible, then could he really fly? Could she really become another person? Was he really able to read minds?
It was a direct contradiction of everything they thought they understood.
Of course, none of that matters when you're about to destroy the city of New York.