Notes: The story itself is over, but I supposed how it should be like if it continued. By the way, does anyone know why I have put "The Phantom Chronicles" characters on it? It wasn't only to satisfying me. In original dream, a blonde haired little girl names "Roxie" really appeared, and so did the black haired Asian-American women. So yeah, they are both from TPC. All the rest was only for make since the two females appearing, but I hope none of those events about Prowl's transfiguration will really happen out of this story. They aren't meant to happen in real TPC world, so don't worry: Prowl will never become Bludgeon in any TPC story. I hope you guys have understood. Any doubt about will be explained later, don't worry.

Epilogue:

Sidney, Australia. March 12th 2011.

"Look to the TV. Fortunately, there was nothing about us."

"Yes, because of an Earthquake in Japan so much worse than anything we saw Yesterday."

"Yes, but it does not make what we saw last bad. Isn't it, dude?"

I was distracted, thinking about what happened the day before.

"Oh, yeah." I said.

"Now we are coming back home… It's said we visited Mike and Julie in this so bad moment…"

"I guess I'll stay here."

"With this monster walking around the whole Australian continent?"

"Relax, man. The police and the whole media forgot about him just after Japan's Earthquake. Now people are more worried about the aftershock and possible Tsunamis that could reach north coast. I mean there are more important things to worry about now."

"Besides, something of its sized should be already seen by some one."

"But this country has a big demographic void. He could be hidden in country side for years before someone is able to find him…"

"C'mon, let's do just the way the Secret Police told us to do: let's try to forget and pretend it never happened to avoid causing panic."

"That's a great idea." I agreed.

"Anyway, it's like not as many people we thought died in the tragic event we were. Many people were saved by the doctors or at the hospital, while the majority of murdered were Hunters, Agents, the Shooter himself we all saw dying…"

"And for a few, Mr. Thompson wasn't one of them. I mean, I know we are not heroes, but we did the possible."

"Oh yeah..."

"Hey, and how about the tournaments?"

"Now they are considered illigal in this country. After the 'accident', people will never go watch this again here. And I heard in America people are starting questionating them too."

"I guess they are right this time..."

Then I remembered a detail I didn't tell because I didn't pay attention at the time: all people I saw being smashes, stepped, break into halves by the creature's hands or even being eaten alive… weren't they Hunters? Guards? Shooters and vehicle drivers? But how about the innocent people who I know died during the tragedy? Yes, it did happen, I know. But the casualties we thought were hundreds and hundreds, we were disturbed when they notified "only" 89 deaths confirmed so long. I was perplexed by this information, because I was sure at least 200 people died, if not 2,000… There are people still missing, but one of them was found trying to leave the city, by believing the monster was still there. It gave hope to the families who's relates are still missing in the debris. All the way, it's funny to know there are a few people like me that remembered how the monster before was actually a smaller and so much weaker robot. Even my friends when asked seemed to have forgotten. Is it what scientists call "selective memory"?

Then the bell rang.

"Who's there?"

Kevin answered the door.

"Good morning?"

"Good morning. This is a letter for one of the foreigners who are leaving here…"

"It might be from Mr. Thomson!"

The salesperson left our apartment.

"Thank you, sir." Kevin thanked.

"What's written?" Jim asked.

"Thank you so much for… no…" Kevin abruptly stopped.

"'No' what…?" Jared asked impatient.

"It's not from Mr. Thomson…"

"Let me see." I approached.

"Do you know this?"

I read:

Dear stranger

Thank you for saving my daughter… Any question, Susan Prawl. Phone (…)

As a flashlight, I understood: it was from the woman who daughter I save. That was so obvious.

"Do you know who wrote this?"

"Yes, I do."

I was so excited to phone this lady, especially because I didn't know when I should meet her again. So I decided to do this:

"What are you doing?"

"Just calling someone…"

I waited someone's answer. After a few seconds, I recognized the beautiful female voice:

"Hello?"

"Hello, Mrs. Prawl? It's me? Don't you remember? I saved you daughter…"

"Oh, it's you. You have no idea how I'll be eternally grateful. But how do you know my married name?"

"I know because of the letter you sent me today…"

"That's beautiful, but I didn't send you any letter…"

"How…?"

It was so uncommon. Then I looked to the letter again, and read to see the true "writer":

Dear stranger

Thank you for saving my daughter… Any question, Susan Prawl. Phone: (…)

Flip the paper -

I bet my forehead in "stupid me…" gesture. So I did what was written, and read the opposite side:

Thank you for save her from my own fury and rage. You know I made a bad mistake. This wasn't the first time I did it, but I promise this will be the last. If I caused any harm for you and your friends, or if I made you lost someone you love, you must know it was nothing personal. I misthought I lost mine, therefore I know how you should be feeling right now. I don't ask you anything, unless you forgive me as much as you can.

Cordially, Peter Prawl.

Ps: If you can, tell Thomson it wasn't my intension to cause him any injure. It was because of his working uniform …

I got it more or less. I know alien robots don't write letter, so this person I someone who written it for him. Well, maybe something like this. I'm not sure…

"Hello?" the woman spoke in the phone. I remembered I was still phoning the women:

"Oh, sorry, I'm still here. Thank you. I know you didn't write the letter and… By the way, where's your husband? May I talk to him?

"Oh, no, I'm widow now. He dies in an accident under mysterious circumstances. Some friends told me he was still alive, but missing, but I'm not some one who believes in those kinds of consolations…"

"Oh, I'm so sorry… I only wanna know his name."

"His name was Peter. He was a so kind person. I must have known him, he looked seriously, but he was very nice, attentive, a good father. He wasn't perfect, I know, we fought every time, but he had a great sense of humor, and… And am I talking too much?"

"Oh, no misses, you're not. I'm sure you're not."

I looked to the letter, with no doubts about who has really written it.

...

"Are you sure this is the right address?" Jason asked. "I didn't wanna know Renata waste her perfect handwritten to the wrong guys."

"I am sure I followed those boys into my motorcycle disguise after I reversed my upgrade."

"It's good you changed back, Mr. Prawl! I mean, your monster self was too scary."

"Unfortunately you are right. Those abilities are too powerful for using to killing people, for instance. It was unnecessary, worthless and I only made people suffering from result, while sadly I shall never be able to bring their lives back. It is unforgiveble."

"Yeah, we are all sad about it. But there is nothing we can do, right? I mean, you were following your 'insticts' something."

"I should keep this power to the toughest battles against more powerful enemies. Talking about, how is Spencer now. I have known about the Earthquake in Japan"

"Bah, he's alright. He's a tuff guy, ya know. He's still more worry 'bout you now than 'bout himself."

"…perhaps I should try something different…"

"Hey, what… what are you taliking? Seriouly, I didn't get it, man."

"I feel I was only able to 'change' again because of abnormal seismic condition under this planet subsoil. But it is still only a hypothesis."

"I have no idea you're talking about, and I won't comment it bad. I don't wanna be smashed, like you did to other guys..."

"You should be worried about something worse than being 'smashed up', Baxter."

"What, Mr. Prawl? I'm afraid of nothing!"

"Being expelled from SPCA perhaps, Mr. Baxter. I should do it even in this form…"

"You mean you're gonna fire me? Oh… I hate you Mr. Prawl!" The End