The older girl had the advantage, and soon Star was on the ground. Fear started to spread over her face. The crowd had grown, and now reporters were flocking in with cameras. She wrestled, trying to get her wrists free.
Her mind was racing. This girl had not only said her secret identity, but shouted it. If she did it once more, the cameras would see. The world would know. It wouldn't be hard for them to find Seeker Smith's house.
Faces, each and every criminal that hated her, flashed before her eyes. The scum of the Earth would be at her aunt's door. What would they do to her?
Then a lazer grazed her arm, adding insult to injury. She had never felt so helpless. She had fought thugs, wrangled villains, and busted countless drug dealers, but this was different. This time... this time it wasn't her in trouble.
"Okay, okay," She whispered, panting. "I'll do whatever you say, just... don't say that again."