An Alternate Universe: A Re-Telling of the SuperBeast Saga 1

The re-telling of Mike Stoselmo with Izuna being a virtually crime-free city. The buildings are clean, the slums are clean, now easy to own housing. No psychotic madmen running it the jungle that was Izuna, despite it's reputation being apart of the New York City/New Jersey area. But this all had come at a price. Cammy, Mike's love of his life, had died. Ryu had not spoken with Mike after a brutal falling out, and Ken has divorced Eliza, barely seeing their now 14-year old son, Mel; spending his fortune on alcohol and women. Despite being the city's savior, his powers have greatly weakened, making the SuperBeast monster no more, only a select few of his powers remain. Mike has short black hair, and scar on his right arm. With less enthusiasm, Mike hardly speaks as much as he did. He lives in a smaller home, a penthouse in Izuna Tower. He went to answer his door as he heard the bell and knocking. He opens it up to see Rose, the psychic.

Rose: Hello Mike.

Mike: Can I help you, Rose?

Rose invites herself in. She looks around Mike's surroundings. His living room table is covered in cups and take-out boxes.

Rose: Today was your wife's death, wasn't it?

Mike just looks at her sternly and turns his back.

Rose: You must've really loved her. Most men take their wives for granted, but you appreciated every moment you had with her.

Mike: ...Everyday.

Rose: There is life after Cammy, Mike. That is her name, right?

She begins to walk towards him, causing him to turn around.

Rose: I'm also a psychiatrist, now. You come to my office, you bring your scarred psyche...

Placing her hand on his shoulder, rubbing him gently as her other hand caressed his face.

Mike: Stop. I'm not what you want.

Rose: Please, let me in.

Mike: No. Go home, Rose. Just leave me alone.

Slightly disappointed at him, she puts her jacket back on, and walks to the elevator. Mike shuts his door and watches as the rain falls. He thinks what he and Cammy would do when it rained. Laying on their back porch swing watching the downpour. He poured himself another glass of Crown Royal as the lightning appeared and thunder boomed.