"Alyssa, you gotta let me explain!" I cried, running a hand through my hair. "I know what this looks like, but it's not that!"

My sister glared at me from across my bedroom. "Yeah, right. You just snuck into your room through the window dressed as the Crimson Spark, and you're going to tell me that you're not him?!"

"I'm not! I'm trust the president of his fan club!" I peeled the domino mask off my face and held it out to her. "See? It's cheap faux leather, nothing like what an actual hero would wear."

She took the mask, holding it gingerly between her thumb and forefinger. "You expect me to believe that just because it's cheap that it's not real? You're dirt poor, Everett!"

I smacked my hand against my face.

"Next thing I know, Captain Blood is going to knock on our front door!"

I cringed at the thought of the villain showing up at our house. "Alyssa, I'm not Crimson Spark, okay? You have to believe me!"

Something changed on her face and her mouth clicked shut. She just stared at me for a moment, and a ball of uneasiness began to bounce around in my gut.

"If you're not Crimson Spark," she began slowly, taking a step toward me. "Then who is?"

I backed up. "I don't know."

"Well I want to find out-"

My back hit the wall.

"-And you're going to help me." She balled my shirt into her fist, pulling me up to her face.

"Wait..." I said. I realized, but too late.

My sister was Captain Blood.