AN: What's up? I promised an alternate ending and here it is (finally!) And it takes up in the middle of chapter 8.

The three children looked around cluelessly.

"Uh, numbuh 3, Numbuh 5 doesn't see no villain." Numbuh 5 stated.

"You're only supposed to push the button in emergencies . . ." Hoagie stopped when he saw his friend covered in blood. "Oh my God." He whispered softly.

Kuki patted her pockets helplessly. Why hadn't she brought her cell phone?

Nigel and Hoagie were busy with Wally's dad.

Abby ran into the kitchen, searching for the phone. There it was, on the table, the cord cut to stop any one from using it. "Guys, does anyone have a cell phone?" She panicked as she re entered the main room.

Mr. Beatles was knocked un-conscious and the Nigel held out the small, black device. As he called 911, Kuki was desperately trying to stop the flow of blood flowing from her friend.

"Kuki," He gasped.

"It's gonna be fine," She said softly, trying to convince herself as much as him. She bit her bottom lip to keep the tears that threatened to fall.

"It's under my bed," He whispered softly.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Tears burst from her eyes. "Don't leave me!"

His head fell forward as the pain finally ended.

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"It's funny," Kuki said softly to her friends weeks after they had lost the best fighter, no, the best friend they had ever had. "He always won every fight he got into. Why did he lose the most important one? Why did he lose the fight for his life?"

She tried to stop her hands from shaking so hard.

The others, though they too were mourning the loss, tried to comfort their friend.

'It's under my bed,' his last words flashed into her head. What had he meant? There had to be some significance in those words. What did it mean?

She knew suddenly. The Asian girl sprang from the couch and ran into the near empty room. He hadn't meant bed at all. He had meant arena. She ripped off the top half of it, which was much like a mattress. There were two things under it. An envelope.

And a jewelry box.

She grabbed the envelope first and saw her name written in his messy handwriting. She tore it open and read the letter.

Kuki,

I know I get on your nerves a lot, and I'm not what any girl would consider 'Prince charming' but there's something I have to ask you.

I know we're only ten years old and all that, but I've had a crush on you for, well, forever. But it's more than a crush. I think . . . I know I'm in love with you.

Maybe one day we can go to the carnival or something maybe. If you want to, that is. Um, and I know it sounds stupid, and corny, whatever, but, well, when we get old enough, er,

Will you marry me?

Kuki gasped and opened the box. In it was the prettiest ring she had ever seen.

AN: I know, what a terrible ending. Way mushy and pointless. Well, you guys wanted the alternate ending. There it was.

I know what you guys are thinking 'You don't propose when you're ten.'

Oh well. Take it or leave it.