An Alternate Universe: A Re-Telling of the SuperBeast Saga 2

The morning came, still the rain fell. Mike was down by the cafe. Reading a newspaper. The waitress came by and asked him for a refill.

Mike: No thanks.

Waitress: The statue.

Mike: I beg your pardon?

Waitress: You're the statue outside city hall.

Mike: That was me a long time ago.

Waitress: My name's Joyce. You saved my brother in a fire 13 years ago. He's a hockey player for the Izuna Wolves.

Mike: They won the other day against Skye.

Joyce: Yep, sure did. So what happened to you?

Mike: I don't like talking about it.

Joyce: I understand. You sure you don't want more coffee?

Before Mike could answer, a group of people barge into the cafe. They are wearing ski masks and toting pistols.

Lead Robber: Nobody move! Empty your pockets! NOW!

Mike: I wouldn't do that.

Lead Robber: What you gonna do about it, grandpa?

Mike: Nothing.

Lead Robber: Thought you would see it my way.

Mike empties his wallet. He goes to hand the money to the robber. Before he can snatch it out of his hand he grabs the robber's wrist, bending it back. He spins him around, breaking his arm. The other men open fire, unloading into their leader. Mike drops him, and walks toward them while they reload. He grabs two by the head and slams them together. He kicks one in the stomach, and then follows it up with a kick to the skull. The other two get up and run. Mike tries to grab him by the collar, but rips his shirt off in the process. He notices a very large back tattoo as the man runs off.

Mike: What the hell?

Robber: Johnny's dead! Come on, we need to get back to base!

The other two follow suit and run. The police show up, almost on cue, when the bad guys get away. Mike drops to his knees and goes into an almost catatonic state. The officers secure the perimeter, as Joyce the waitress notices Mike's disbelief.

Joyce: Hey, you okay?

Mike: It can't be...it just can't be...

Mike is assisted to his feet by Joyce and another officer. He still stares blankly in the direction of where the gunmen ran off to, all he can utter is one word. One word that describes everything he feels. One word that can tell the story of why he is the way he is.

Officer: Sir, are you okay? Do you have a medication that you need to take? Is he alright? Sir? Sir!

Mike: Shadowlaw...it can't be possible...Shadowlaw...