In Which the Hero of Our Story Falls For the Villain.

•{.Chapter 2 1/2.}•

Hey, should I start giving each chapter funky names?
anyway, enjoy!
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Do you think that in the world of heroes and villains, that every waking moment would be a thrill? That every day is met with the same rush of adrenaline and pure excitement that could only be gained by a near death experience?

Maybe for some.

But most are too tired to truly feel that rush, their schedules are too full to properly feel free, the laws of the land restrict them, and the public eye pierces every moment that they have with camera flashes and microphone feedback.

It's been said that no one becomes a hero for that liberating tear in the system. In fact, by becoming a protagonist in this world's story, you chain yourself even more to the rules that govern this hell on earth.

They welcome you with open arms, and those same contracts that promised you a rise above the law, trap you in your own fantasy.

That is why, The Legion declares never to be beholden to this country's ideals. A true freedom awaits, one where-

*click.*

Caleb turned off the tv. Another broadcast given by "The Legion", an organization filled with and run by villains. Who gave them the ability to access a tv station anyway?

He sat up on his bed and looked out the window. Caleb's apartment was on the top floor of a high-rise complex, sat in the middle of the city. He stared at the buildings that still had their lights on, mingled with the shine from billboards and the headlights from cars. The faint yelling and car horns from the street paired with the drone of rain. It was a strange mixture, but it fit together just fine.

Why was he here? He always had hated the big city, he found it too bright, too loud, too crowded. Was he doing this just for his superhero fantasy?

Caleb groaned, he didn't want to think about his life right now. He turned around, then turned the tv back on. The broadcast had ended, and the channel was back to a regular stream of old black-and-white romances. Caleb shrugged, figuring that he would watch until the end of the episode.

It was 3:15 am. Caleb had sat watching the entirety of this marathon. He stared at the screen intently, waiting for the heroine of the story to make a reply to the bastard that tried to make her fall in love with him.

"Sir, you can trust that as long as I live, I will never love the likes of you."

The man seemed offended, but Caleb snickered into his pillow, which he didn't realize he had been holding in anticipation. "Get his ass, Lenora."

"You foul woman! If I can't have you, then I'll see to it that no one should!"
"Do your worst, Henry. There was only one I ever thought was worth living for, worth loving for, and her blood is on your wretched hands. I'd better rather die than see your face again."
"And die you shall."

Caleb's eyes widened, then the scene faded to black. The credits rolled. "No, damn it!" He threw the pillow across the room, that was the last episode that ever aired of that show.

Caleb flopped back down on his bed, not without an unwanted impact from the headboard. He winced and moved away from the wooden slab that kept his bed together and glanced at the clock on his phone.

"oh."

It was now 3:48 in the morning. He had work tomorrow, and he had to go earlier than usual. "fuck..." If there was any hope of getting any sleep, then it would have to happen immediately.