Legion of Lawndale Heroes v2

11.2 - Look Through My Eyes

Legion of Lawndale Heroes

Written by Brother Grimace

Legion of Lawndale Heroes created by James Bowman

LLH 11.2 – 'Look Through My Eyes'

The difference between being a hormonal teenager, and being a hormonal teenager with super-powers? Absolutely none.

I have spent most of my time discussing the differences between Legion training, and the training I had at the United States Academy of Extranormal Studies. Now I would like to focus on the perks to be had at Legion Tower. Namely, Trent Lane.

-excerpts from Inside the Tower, by K. M. Sherrie

"Why don't you tell me why you really wanted me to come over here, Trent?"

Trent sighed, lifting his legs off the couch as he reached for his beer; Monique Martin watched him with her large, grey eyes that made her look exotic and slightly eerie all in one. "You don't want to just watch TV – besides, there's nothing good on tonight anyway – and you don't want to get busy... what's up?"

"I don't know," he said, draining the last of his beer in three gulps. "What else are you up to...?"

Monique blew a slightly exasperated spurt of air upwards, making several errant strands of hair dance momentarily. "I told you that already – I'm finishing up the last of my classes at Four-See, and I get my bachelor's in business administration next month. Once I get my degree, I'm getting out of the Harpies and taking that promotion as manager of Stepford Music out at Lawndale Mall – they promised it to me last year, when I finished the...."

The lanky brunette reached over and slid her hand into Trent's. "Hey. Did you forget that you can actually talk to me, too?"

Trent looked up and gave her a loose smile. "Don't want to be buzzkill. Congrats on getting the degree."

"You know, you could start taking classes over at Lawndale Community College, get your associate's and then finish up at Four-See; there's a lot on non-traditionals there, and with a bachelor's degree, you could get something like normal work – not a nine-to-five, but you could teach music somewhere – really teach, like at a school or a music store, or...."

Her voice trailed away, and she sat back; her eyes hardened as she watched him for several seconds. "Okay. What the hell DO you want to do – besides sit around during the day with your... guitar in your hand, and bouncing around the bar circuit at night, making tiny stacks and screwing bimbos who let you in their pants because you were up on the stage, not because you were any good up there?"

Trent looked up at Monique with wide eyes. "Whoa."

"What – you thought I was going to pour the drinks for this little pity party of yours? Figure out what you want to do, Trent – you're getting too damned old to be just a bum with a little bit of talent and no aspirations!"