After Wally struck me with lightning, he was much nicer. Maybe he felt bad, or maybe he thought that if he was nicer to me he would figure out my identity.

Now the four of us were sitting in Megan's room.

She had almost every movie in existence.

I'm not kidding.

So we were going to watch a bunch. We took turns picking them. Wally picked Captain America: The First Avenger, Megan picked The Jungle Book. Now it was Artemis's turn. My heart skipped a beat when I saw the movie she had picked.

It was about Tony Zucco.

I sat still and emotionless through ten minutes of the movie.

But then it came to a part where Zucco killed two circus performers.

It showed a short video of the two performers in yellow falling to their deaths while a raven-haired nine year old screams to them.

I felt the tears come, and I ran out of Megan's room and into the bathroom.

Ripping off my mask, I collapsed on the floor and began to cry.