The Legion of Nothing–Chapter Two: DVD Night

Continuing the story…

Jaclyn left a message on my cell phone’s voicemail. She couldn’t make it. This was par for the course now that the school year had started. She wanted to get into medical school and the first piece of that plan included getting into the best college she could manage. So far, she had straight A’s.

I stepped into the only clear corner of Grandpa’s lab. After a brief burst of red light, the retinal scanner discovered I was safe, four walls shot up from the floor, and the elevator dropped several hundred feet into the earth.

Moments later, I stepped out into the remains of the headquarters of Earth’s premiere postwar superhero team. Think concrete walls, floors and ceiling with an olive green carpet that had to have been installed in the 1970’s. The TV is twenty feet high and used to show the faces of presidents and generals needing the League’s help.

That night it would show “The Godfather” (Daniel’s choice) which fit the dignity of the place better than last week’s movie–“Monty Python and the Holy Grail” (my choice).

Cassie’s choices veered wildly between romantic comedies and war movies.

She sat down and looked irritated when I told them about Jaclyn, but Daniel just said, “Ok, let’s go.”

I grabbed a piece of pizza and sat in a bucket seat salvaged from Dr. Madness’ War Machine, one of many mementos littering the League’s HQ. Whatever else might be said about that late, unlamented, evil genius, he had comfortable chairs.

We watched Michael Corleone get pulled back into the family business. Cassie fiddled with items from her duffle bag, but Daniel and I enjoyed it.

After it ended, Cassie got up and walked to the bathroom while I popped out the DVD and put Guitar Hero II into the playstation.

While Daniel and I worked our way through “Carry On, My Wayward Son,” she came back. I didn’t notice until he paused the game.

“I’m going out on patrol,” she said.

She wore a costume that was an exact match for her father’s—light blue with the red, white and blue of the U.S. flag covering her chest. I recognized the material. My grandfather had designed it for her father. It was resistant to bullets and most physical attacks. Grandpa could have made it bulletproof, but Captain Commando preferred mobility to protection. You can do that when your major power is regeneration.

Cap’s costume had also been skintight, but I’d never thought about it.

I noticed one other thing. She’d cut off her hair. It was a short, blond brush cut instead of shoulder length.

“Your hair,” I asked.

“Oh,” she said, “it wasn’t comfortable under the mask and it moved around a lot. So I cut it off back in August.”

“You had hair five minutes ago.”

She pulled a blond wig out of her duffel bag.

“Now that we’ve got the important stuff out of the way,” she said, “why don’t we get back to the original point. I’m going out on patrol. Anyone want to go with me?”

Daniel said, “Sure. I’ll go get into costume. It’s in my car.”

“You guys go,” I said. “I’ll be here.”

“Why?” Cassie said. Whether her tone had an accusatory edge to it or not, I believed I heard one.

“Because that’s not a direction I want my life to take,” I said. “I sat down here with my grandfather or up in his lab and met the heroes who came through. Half of them were talking about their divorces or how their lives were going down the tubes because they were fighting crime instead of paying attention to their job or their kids. I don’t want to do that.

“I want to have a life where I only have one identity and I have time to do things actually I care about.”

“Oh,” she said. “Well, do that then.”

Daniel said, “It doesn’t have to be like that. My parents have been happily married for years and for that matter, I’d say his work as a prosecutor actually complements his work as a superhero.”

“Let’s just drop it,” she said. “You go change, I’ve got to find something.”

As he walked toward the elevator, he grinned at me and I heard his voice in my head. Don’t worry about it. She’s just nervous. First time out on the streets at night. And by the way, if you do know where her dad’s sword is, tell her. It might be a while before she asks.

Well, a telepath would know. On the other hand, I thought to myself, I could just let her search.

Not worth it.

Cassie, in the meantime, was already looking irritated. The League’s meeting room was the size of a basketball court and filled with file cabinets, obscure curios, small monuments and awards.

More than one sword hung on the wall.

“Cassie,” I said, “ I know where your dad’s sword is.”

“Really?” She swept across the room with her eyes. “That’s great, because I don’t want sort through all this crap right now.”

I got it for her. It was in the storage area for powered equipment just off the meeting room along with my grandpa’s spare suits, all of them standing at attention, shining golden in the light, and waiting for action.

It’s been called the Freedom Sword and the Eagle Sword but that’s just by the press. Cap just called it the sword and occasionally “the goddamn oversized can-opener.” From what I’ve heard, he never had any strong attachment to it. It’s associated with him in the public imagination because it’s the only piece of equipment Grandpa made for him that lasted more than a couple months. Well, that and the fact that he died with it in his hand.

It’s not really meant for sword fighting. It’s more for chopping through things like tanks, walls and bridges.

As Cassie strapped the sword on her back, she said, “Thanks.”

“No problem.”

“Not to spoil the gesture,” she said, “but the only reason you knew what I was looking for is because Daniel pulled it out of my head and told you, right?”

“Yeah.”

“He has to stop doing that. Even when it helps, it’s still creepy.”

“You’ll get no argument from me,” I said.

They left soon after that.

I tried playing Guitar Hero for a little while, but I found I wasn’t in the mood. I thought about going home and going to bed, but it was only nine.

I got up and walked into the lab. I could almost see grandpa there, scribbling on the plans for the next version of his suit, mumbling about what an idiot he’d been when he designed the last version and telling me how much better the next version would be.

He wasn’t there, of course.

The tools, the tables and the fabrication machines… They were there. The computers we’d used to design the last version of the suit were there too.

He’d included me in the process, justifying it by saying he needed a young mind to help him with the CAD software. By the end, I knew every piece of the suit, the materials, the systems and subsystems, his design philosophy and the experiences behind some of the quirkier design choices he’d made.

The suit stood in the corner like medieval armor—assuming that armor had been designed in an Art Deco style. It was golden with black detailing. Streamlined. Slim.

I stared at the helmet.

Would it kill me, I asked myself, if I took to the streets for one night?

14 thoughts on “The Legion of Nothing–Chapter Two: DVD Night”

  1. Thanks. It felt natural for Nick to do something like that. What do you do with a superhero team’s headquarters when you’re seventeen years old and you don’t have a burning desire to fight crime?

  2. /Cap just called it the sword and occasionally “the goddamn oversized can-opener.”/

    *gasp* Superheroes swear? 😛

    I’ll agree with Stormy, though. Using a superhero lair for DVDs is cool, but even moreso for Guitar Hero.

    “Sorry, Mr. President, we’re taking you off screen. We’re still in the middle of Thunderhorse.”

  3. Pretty cool, I’m really getting interested, which is rare since I’m not a “superhero” kind of person- so I’d say you did a pretty good job pulling me in! 😉

    Except, one thing- is there a way you could put all the chapters in one place so that I can go there and it’s just one click away? I want to read the next part, but I’m getting really confused trying to find it…

  4. Sorry about that. It’s at the bottom of each post, but the “next/previous link” works better with shorter titles. Still, it’ll either be the one on the bottom or the right every time…

    Once you get past the first eight, they’ll be shorter and more obvious. It will always be on the right.

  5. Loved the line about DrMadness’ chairs. It made me chortle. 🙂

    I doubt you really need to specify that it was his cell phone’s voicemail. That is: “my voicemail” works fine on it’s own.

    “a costume that was an exact match for her father’s”
    I think ‘based on’ or ‘inspired by’ would work better. An “exact” match might be baggy in places.

    “time to do things actually I care about.” This is somebody talking, so whatever you want goes, but I’d reverse “actually I”

    Would it kill me, I asked myself, if I just read the story and enjoyed it, without unneeded critiqung? Hmm, probably not. Certainly, nothing I critiqued here can be considered critical. Heck, they aren’t even nits. More like iotas of my opinion…

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