Hour: 8:30PM Pacific time
Weather: Raining, about 15 degrees Celsius indoor/ 59 degrees Fahrenheit
Location: Underground Facility: Secret Headquarters of the Legendary
City: Los Angeles, California ; the city of Angels
Site: Los Angeles Legendary Headquarters' Special Hospital
Doctor: US Legendary's finest, Robert Grant O'Connell
Situation: Legendary's most famous unborn child is about to come into our world.
A man has been waiting in the front corner a 'delivering room', as he called it himself, looking forward to being a dad. This man's name was Jason Golden, Jason Bruce Maxwell Brutus Golden. He, that man, was too scared to be at his wife's side while she was to deliver their first child. He has just drunk his third Hot Chocolate, drunk it as if it was his first cup of chocolate today. He was not a young man, but surely was years far from being an old man. He was in his early thirties, to be more precise.
This man, Jason, was a professional killer working for a secret organization called the Legendary. This Organization belonged to no country in particular; at least that was what was said at its creation. Jason's father happened to lead a bigger secret Organization, the biggest multinational secret Organization that ever was, better known as the 'Tough Guys Organization (TGO)'. Years ago, this huge Organization was splintered in two halves and one half of it, the good half, was named the Legendary, governed by Jason himself; the other half, the bad half, called the Villains' Organization, was led by Jason's only brother, the Nemesis, his young brother Damascus Golden. For years Jason heard gossipers, heard people talking, saying that one-day, on a rainy day like this day, the Tough Guys Organization would bond again, that Villains and Legendaries will unite to rule the world, rule it in good fashions or in evil ways. Those people, the gossipers, were former friends of Jason and Damascus Golden and have served with the brothers in the Tough Guys Organization. Back then the speeches those gossipers gave were only rumors, folly; but something happened. More and more people started to believe that there was no folly in what was said, and that those rumors were true, that those rumors held the future. Day by day, some of these former Tough Guys have secretly assembled those 'rumors' in a book, and made of it a prophecy, a prophecy all former Tough Guys now refer to as the 'Tough Guys' Prophecy'. This prophecy's focus was the birth of a boy, a boy from the Golden family, the son of either Golden's brothers. Today this boy may come to the world.
Jason has not wanted to know the gender of his child until birth; trying to avoid the unwelcome publicity his friends, colleagues, and enemies would propagate especially if this child happened to be a boy. For nine months he had waited. For nine months he was deprived of sleep, deprived of killing missions, deprived of everything that made him a legend in the Legendary and a respected man in the killing globe. Tonight was no night like any other. This day was no day like any other. On this day, a prophecy may start. On this day a legacy may commence to write itself.
Sir Brew O J Paterson, Craig Bester, Kid Doe Nguyen, Blake Dwight, Morris Coral, David Goop, Helena Castrato, Maria CatCatalina, Beatrice Douche, and a man called Fat Dark Joe have waited in the 'delivering room', as they also called, making sure nothing happened to that child after the mother had graciously given birth. Those ten people mentioned above and Jason himself are what other people in the Legendary referred to as 'the Pioneer of American Legendary', those people who created the Legendary Organization and made sure it was an independent organization as was the Tough Guys Organization prior to it.
"Get down here old friend, Get down here now Jason. It's your child. Your child is born." O J Paterson yelled.
Jason had heard him. He had started biting his middle finger like a rat bite into cheese. He had touched his dirty dyed blond hair, had touched it in such a way to make it look like a messy mess.
"Are you coming or not? Come on! You kill people for Murderers' sake, what can be more frightening than that." Paterson had yelled again, but this time even louder than the previous time.
"I'm coming. Don't get on my nerve or I'll fire you Brew; don't you forget I'm your boss!"
The other people in the 'delivering room' laughed.
Jason walked a peaceful walk, walked a generous walk. He was one of the most important men in the world you would ever hear of in your entire life readers; yet he was just a man like you and me. His emotions were akin to ours. His body underwent the same reactions you and i undergo. He bled. He mourned. He celebrated. He shivered. He feared. He feared.
Jason stared at his comrades and then glanced at his wife, then this glance turned into perusal looks... God wasn't she lovely, wasn't she beautiful, the Golden woman? Her Golden hair symbolized Jason's reign, Jason's family name, symbolized his everything. She stared back at him and then she smiled her gorgeous white smile. God wasn't she pretty? She was a goddess.
"It's a boy, a tiny pretty little Golden Boy." She dazzled.
"A boy!" Jason cried.
The other people in the room cheered. Their joy was indescribable, their attitude so delightful, and yet this birth marked the beginning of hardship, scripted the commencement of folly.
"Come on old Pal, don't cry; smile!" Paterson yelled again.
"We will name him after your father." Jason's wife murmured.
Jason thought for a second, and then he lifted his brows.
"After my father? No honey, we will name him after my grandfather, after me, Jason Bruce Maxwell Brutus Golden the Third."
And so it was, the little boy, he who Tough Guys said would reunite them and lead them to conquer again, was named after his grandfather, after his father.
"Most of us will see you five years from now. I think your son would be old enough for us to…evaluate him. I don't think I would be there ever, you know me, but I would always watch over this kid from a distance, you have my words." The man called Dwight, Blake Dwight, the most mysterious guy of all Tough Guys, the man killers proclaimed had nine lives, has just whispered to Jason's left ear, as he and the other nine people started to leave the room, leaving Jason, his wife, the doctors, and the little boy inside.
"Oh Jason, it's not the 'delivering room'; I believe they call it the 'delivery room'." Dwight smiled merely
So it was, and about 365 days collapsed five times, and there they were again, some of those ten Pioneers of American Legendary, plus some other men, to evaluate the kid, Jason's kid, the Golden Boy, as promised.