Chapter 1: The Borne Legend
She was running.
Not for her own sake, but for her child's.
A young, brunette-haired woman ran down the rainy streets of Nevada. She knew that her life was in danger and so was her baby's.
She had to give away her own boy to another person's hands. Although it crushed her to do so, she knew she had no choice.
The police couldn't help her now: it was too late. Her only option was to leave her child somewhere she knew that he would be totally safe in. That is, until he grew old enough.
Looking left and right, she pulled up her long raincoat that covered her body. She didn't know whether she was being followed or if she was in the clear. Not letting her guard down for a second, she continued to run to her child's safe-haven.
The woman looked up hopefully at a building dimly lighted up front by a light stuck on the porch.
"Almost there." she thought to herself.
The woman stumbled, but picked up her pace. It was so cold outside, and her light coat wouldn't have the power to warm her this chilly night. But the pain in her heart was far aching than her numbed legs after running for what seemed like miles.
She finally stopped, the rain still battering hard on the pavement. With a small gulp, she unraveled the small bundle tightly wrapped around her arms and pressed on her chest.
The woman felt tears stinging her face at how peaceful her child seemed, not knowing what she was forcing herself to do. Placing him slowly and carefully on the front porch, she knocked on the front door of the orphanage.
Suddenly, her child began crying loudly. The woman bit her lip, kissing the forehead of her son.
"Be a good boy...mommy loves you...I'm sorry..."
The woman heard footsteps from behind the door. She ran off just before it opened, covering herself with her raincoat tightly, hoping that her son would forgive her for what she had just put him through.
Hearing the knocks from the front, another woman who took care of the orphanage opened the doors. She poked her head outside and looked both ways, curious to know who had just came by at such a late hour. Before she closed the door, she heard soft crying near her feet. The caretaker looked down, her eyes widening as she saw the child wrapped in ragged cloths.
She picked him up with both arms carefully, not knowing where he had came from. With a last glance around her to see who did this, she tried comforting the child by rocking him gently, closing the doors behind her before they would both catch colds.
Little did she know though, that she was holding the child who would flip the world upside-down.
This was the legacy of that boy.
This was Hank's Legacy.
Cover: "Seeing Red" by Rhunyc
Story by: Spirit9871 and Sacrom574
Extra OC's: By rightful owners (more will follow on who made what after each OC is introduced)
In Correlation With: "Nikolai's Legacy: A Madness Combat Fanfiction" by Nikolai247