My name is Michael Angelo, Angel to those who know me. I was born in the
greatest city in the world, Chicago. My Ma, Maria Angelo, never knew
exactly my date of birth or even the year. She worked in down town
Chicago as a prostitute until she copped Syphilis. There was no father
and at 9 years old I became the major breadwinner. I was good at what I
did to earn money but conning uptown people out of a few cents and
stealing food off stalls didn't amount to much. It did bring me to the
attention of the club owner, Alfredo Tarrantinni. I might still be alive
if I had stayed away from the club, but then I wouldn't have met
Clemmie. Chicago was fun, and as a small boy I took the fear factor in
my stride. When I grew up it became more deadly and Tony, my nemesis,
was always looking to finish what he had started. He wanted me dead.Just
when I had got to that point where life was on a roll; I had the job,
the respect, the money and the girl, in a split second it was all gone.
The Guardians made me an Angel. Me, an Angel? I would have laughed but
it wasn't funny. They said I had to help Clemmie. Now I would do
anything for Clemmie but what they asked me to do was tough. I argued
and fought them at every point along the way. They kept the truth from
me but I found out the hard way. Tony was close by and now I hunted him
and wanted him dead and burning in hell. I wanted to keep Clemmie safe
and with me, they wanted something else. Someone had to be the winner.
