People in the distance that were thinking of helping Stanley fight the Crawler watched in awe as he killed the monster while making it look so effortless.
They wondered how he was able to fight the monster. What were his powers? How was he able to move like that?
They quickly got rid of such thoughts and looked for somewhere else they could help.
Stanley stood amidst the rain now that the black cloud had vanished. A weird feeling emerged in his heart. Was it happiness? No. It surely was not.
But why not? Was he not supposed to be happy that he had managed to fight a Crawler and kill it? Was he not supposed to be happy that he got his revenge?
He was certainly satisfied to get his revenge, but happy? He couldn't tell.
"Well… at least I got my revenge for you, Mom," the said softly to himself, his voice getting lost in the rain. "Please be happy wherever you are, even if I am not."
