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Standing underneath a light on the street corner with one hand in his pocket and the other firmly grasping a faded newspaper article, HD smirks as he re-reads it once again. He smiles as the words on the flimsy paper as they recall a legend of the past. But not just any legend... One that he can trace his bloodline back to. He takes joy in knowing that there is greatness running in his veins and looks to take every opportunity to obtain his own glory. "Mr_Corleone Defends Fallen Leader's Honor" the title reads, as HD folds it up and puts it back into his pocket.
"If only there was some way that I could be as loyal and memorable as him..." HD thinks to himself. "Just the thrill of having to chase down his enemies and avoid detection while doing so must have been such a rush. It makes me sad to know how it ended, but what if things went just a little differently that night? What if he had survived? Then his legendary status would have only grown, I'd imagine."
HD brings the article back out of his pocket and takes one last glance at it before starting off at a brisk pace.
"I will do my very best to live as you did, Mr_Corleone. I cannot live the life you did, but I will find a way to be the absolute best that I can be."
HD rounds the corner into an alley and finds a box hidden among the silver trashcans. He removes the lid and smiles to himself. A ray of light glimmers off of the gun inside that sits on top of some old photos. HD glances quickly at the photos, before removing the gun. The photos are his ancestors that have passed. A ring remains in the box, but HD closes it up.
"I will do as those before me have done by taking your gun, Mr_Corleone, but I am not yet worthy to wear your ring."
He is anxious as he exits the alley, not knowing where to begin, but is excited at the same time. He looks up at the moon and then disappears from sight. He is ready to take on the challenges that come his way. |
