History is always repeated

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Angel was walking down the street, alone, it was a very dark and cold night. It was very late, and there was no light coming from the sky, no moon or stars, the only light was from a single street light that was hanging over him, like he was being interrogated. He might as well have been. He was outside of the gate that surrounded the City Hall, the Mayor's Building, the place where he used to see his father the most. He was feeling somber after letting that criminal go, but he still had the DNA sample, so hopefully he would be able to catch him later. But the real reason he was sad, the nostalgia that was causing him to have a heavy heart, was that his first mentor Nevermore had shown up out of the blue and reminded him that he'd never be strong enough to save this world...

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"You weren't there to save your parents, you weren't strong enough to stop yourself from killing those criminals, YOU AREN'T READY TO BE ON YOUR OWN! Impulse, can't you see that?!" Nevermore sounded almost worried, but Angel knew that wasn't the case. "Don't talk about my parents, you don't underst-" Angel stopped himself, despite the fact that he hated Nevermore, he knew that he had gone through as much trauma, if not more, than Angel. "Just leave me alone, we're not partners anymore. I'm Impulse now. I've moved on, and you should either learn how to fight crime by yourself, or get yourself a new Crow to fight by your side Edgar." Angel said with harsh tone. Nevermore seemed to cringe at the sound of his own name, his REAL name, "don't call me that. As you said, we're not partners..." and with that, Edgar left, disappearing into the shadows, hopefully never to be seen again. Angel muttered something about murderer, and then walked off into the darkness, just then he saw a massive explosion in the distance towards the Commons Location which was relatively close to the Town Hall. Angel looked around for a quick second to see if Nevermore was going to the scene, hmph, of course not, Angel thought to himself, as he began to fly towards the explosion as quickly as possible.

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After a little bit of flying, Angel got there, but he was apparently too late. There were small fires burning, rubble everywhere, a blown out wall, and two women, one woman was holding a small boy while the other lay dead or unconscious in a pool of blood. Let's hope it's unconscious, Angel thought to himself, as the quickly ran to the woman on the ground in the blood. He checked her pulse... gone. "Damn it! Where the hell is Dead Weaver?! He's supposed to protect this part of town!" Angel began to get filled with bewildering confusion and blinding rage, but he didn't know what he was confused by or what or who he was angry with. He went to the woman and the boy, and spoke to them softly, but sternly, trying to show that he was a comforting but strong person that they could trust. "Ma'am, what happened here? Who's the boy, your son, perhaps?", the woman looked up with teary and shaken eyes, "A-an explosion... And n-no.. he's n-not m-my son... he's that woman's... o-over there..." she was trembling with fear and sadness and could only barely speak and point. She pointed to the woman in the blood pool, "Just as I feared..." Angel mumbled to himself and then he looked at the boy, "hey champ, how about you stay with this lady until the police arrive?" he asked for the woman's phone who did as requested, and then he was asked the question. "W-what's wrong with mommy?" the child asked, innocently. A deep and dark shadow was then cast over Angel's face and mask, flash backs flowed through his mind that were so vivid he was almost there, the flash backs of going to his parents funeral and missing graduation. He didn't reply to the boy, and just called 911. Just then, he noticed skid marks on the ground, handed the phone back to the woman, and then followed the marks on the ground that went in the same direction of the tracks that had killed the woman. This boy will get the vengeance that he deserves, just like I did when the men took my mother and father away, he deserves it, he NEEDS it! and with that, Angel was flying towards his destination, with tears streaming down the sides of his face, but no one could see it behind the mask that was Impulse.

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Angel was flying down an empty street, he had gotten there late and the convicts were gone already, but that wasn't stopping Impulse from chasing them down and sending them to jail. He flew at his top speed, until he saw another loud and extremely large explosion, this time down at Town Hall. I'm going in loops, this might as well be a wild goose chase... Angel was flashed with another thought of his past, and then the boy without his mother and never getting justice against these horrible people, he flew much faster than he had been before, guess I'm having roasted goose for dinner! He flew so quickly, the wind flew past his face after slamming into him, but he didn't give it a thought. He quickly got there, and saw a grotesque, disgusting monster that was stabbing what looked like criminals. Those people... they're probably the ones that did this. The monster obviously isn't with them, but he's killing them, he's not with me either! I need to stop it, and take them all into custody! Impulse approached the monster, "I'm not in the mood for puns right now, get ready!"

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THREAD OVER, MERGING TO THE NEW THREAD CALLED "Broken."