A few days pass as I struggle with my newfound knowledge of Eliza's double life. Eliza, Matt, and I are all in my room doing homework together when Eliza's phone rings. She excuses herself to take the call. A few moments later she returns and tells us that something came up and she had to leave. Not long after she left, my mom calls me downstairs to the living room where a news report is playing on the screen. I see Eliza in her Dragonfly costume fighting a guy with flaming hair. He kept shooting fire blasts at her and as she dodged the building surrounding her would catch fire. This looks bad. I don't say anything as I suddenly rush out the door and run down the street. I can vaguely hear Matt and my mom calling for me but I keep running. I have to make it to Eliza. She needs help. I make it to Main Street to see the destroyed buildings. People are running away from the scene as fast as possible. Some are obviously injured as they hobble their way to safety. One man that passes me looks as though he took a direct hit for the villain, his clothes singed and his face marred with fresh burns. This villain is actually hurting people. Someone tries to grab me and pull me away from the battle, but I struggle away and run into a nearby alley to hide. I had to get to Eliza and I couldn't let anyone stop me.

        I peek out from my hiding spot to examine the damage. Main Street was burning. Everywhere you looked there were flames slowly engulfing the town, as smoke billowed up into the sky, making it hard to see – hard to breathe. I stood in my hiding spot with my shirt pulled over my face trying to filter out some of the smoke as my eyes burned. I couldn't see Eliza anywhere and I refused to leave without her. She may be a superhero, but she is not indestructible and she is my friend. I slowly made my way out of the alleyway, ducking down to protect myself from the smoke. Dragonfly had to be here somewhere. Eliza had to be here somewhere. All around me are townspeople running and screaming as they try to escape the destruction. Never had a mutant attack been so devastating. It's my fault. I distracted their hero just when they needed her the most. I have to fix this, but first I have to find my friend. A car slams into a building nearby and startling me out of my reverie. There. That's where I need to go.

         I slowly make my way to the site of the crash, muffling my coughs the best I can so as not to draw attention to myself. There is a small clearing ahead that seems to be free of flames and smoke. As I approach I hear the sounds of a battle. I see my best friend in her shining blue suit as she tries to talk down Firestarter, her wings bent and mangled.

         "There is nothing to gain from this!" she yelled at the young mutant as he prepared another flame attack. "Look at all the damage you have caused! All of this needless destruction, all of the people you have hurt here today, they did nothing to deserve this!"

         He laughed as a maniacal grin lit up his face. "Done nothin'?! These people go about their normal lives and look down on mutants like me! They act like I'm some kinda freak like I asked for this or somethin'! You know exactly what I'm talkin' about too! Don't even try to pretend that you don't!" He said with a sneer. I look over at Eliza and see the conflict on her face. She knows he's right. She has seen how they treat her father and others like him. She knows firsthand how these same people that expect her to save them would treat her if she walked around with her wings on display. I see her hesitate. Firestarter notices too and takes the opening.

        Just before the flames engulf Dragonfly, something incredible happens. Another hero appears. His red suit looks hastily thrown together and crooked as if he had never sewn anything in his life. Four arms stick out from the sides, covered in red winter gloves that were probably found at the bottom of his sock drawer. He is wearing sunglasses instead of a mask, in an attempt to hide his identity. But it is obvious who has come to Dragonfly's rescue. Mr. Jones rips the door from the wrecked car and uses it as a shield to protect himself as his daughter. He sees me and calls me over to take care of his little girl. I rush to Eliza just as he begins running straight for Firestarter, using the door as a battering ram. Eliza is on her knees, just staring at the spot her father once stood. She's in shock, and I honestly don't blame her but I have to get her out of here!

        "Dragonfly, listen to me! We need to get out of here!" I say, trying to get her to move. She just shakes her head, looking as though she wants to cry. 

        "He will be fine, but if you stay here it will be a distraction! He needs you to be safe. So come on! Superdad over there has got this!" she finally looks at me realizing that I know. That I know who she is and I know who had come to her rescue. She nods in understanding and I help her to her feet. We slowly make our way back to the alleyway I had been holed up in earlier.

        "How long have you known?" she says looking me in the eyes. She's covered in soot and her wings have gone limp. She doesn't seem angry but she looks as though she could collapse at any minute.

        "I have suspected something was up since Saturday when you disappeared. It wasn't until today that I discovered the suit in your bag. I am so sorry for invading your privacy! I was so worried that something had happened! You had bruises and you were being so secretive... I just had to do something!" I find myself in near hysterics as I try to explain my reasoning. I look at her to see her response to be immediately engulfed in a hug. She shakes as she sobs into my shoulder. I wrap my arms around her and tell her that everything is going to be alright as her tears seep into my ash covered hoodie.

        We hear footsteps rapidly approaching our hiding spot and Eliza pushes me back and takes on a battle stance, ready to fight to protect me. There is no need for it as Mr. Jones comes barreling down the alley, glasses eschew and costume ripped and wraps his daughter in a hug. He carefully examines her face and the cuts and bruises she sustained from her earlier fighting. He doesn't look much better as I notice a large gash on his lower left arm. But they are both here and they are both safe now as they cry and collapse into each other's arms. All is well.

        Later as Mr. Jones and Eliza clean up at their house, he explains what happened after we left. Apparently, he and Eliza aren't the only heroes in town as a group of the displaced mutants that used to work at the factory appeared and helped him take down Firestarter. He explained that he and some of the other had kept in touch and once he realized that his little girl was in trouble he called on them to help.

        "They all love this town even if this town doesn't love them. And I love my girl and would do anything to keep her safe," he explained.

         "But what about Flamehead?" I asked as I sprayed Mr. Jones' cut with disinfectant spray.

        "He's being shipped off to a special research facility upstate. They are hoping to figure out a cure and fire boy should be a perfect specimen to do their research on." He said with a smile.

        Though I'm a bit uneasy about the prospect of them conducting research on the kid, I'm still happy that he wouldn't be able to hurt anyone else and if they find a cure it could benefit a lot of people, including my friend and her father. I voice this thought out loud.

        "They can keep their cure! I may be a freak but I'm a freak that saved people's lives today." He said jovially while standing and striking a pose. "Besides... these extra limbs have kind of grown on me." Eliza Groans and shakes her head in dismay. "Really dad? Puns?" she says with a roll of her eyes as her father laughs at his own joke.

        " Though If I'm going to keep saving the day I'm going to need a real costume and a cool hero name! How about Armistice? Get it? Arm? Or maybe Dis-arm-mament?" Eliza grabs my hand and we run upstairs as her father keeps shouting off more and more pun-filled names, laughing the entire way. My best friend and her father are both superheroes now, and they vow to protect the people of Greendale even if the people of Greendale might not always deserve it. Everything is going to be okay.