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Leon runs frantically with all his might in the darkness.
His lungs were screaming for air.
He only had one goal, getting to his family’s home as fast as he can.
He slows down his pace when he finally sees the familiar house appearing in his vision.
When he is in front of the door, he reaches for the doorknob with a trembling hand and turns it, realizing to his shock that the door isn’t locked.
His heart beating fast at an alarming rate, he opens it and sees his mom, his grandparents and his little brother all lying on the floor, unconscious.
As he stares at the scene before him with horror, his mouth agape, a cold voice coming from an approaching figure makes its way into the enclosed space.
"See what happens when you don’t listen to me?"
The silhouette of a man comes closer until he is right behind him, his hands holding each side of his upper arms, making him tense up to the touch, and then the man whispers into his ear.
"...This is all your doing."
Leon wakes up gasping for air.
He sits upright on his bed, quickly realizing to his relief it was just a nightmare.
Shortly after he had begun to settle down with his new life in Wyndon, away from the Chairman’s control, he had started to have bad dreams again that prevent him from having a good sleep. This one he had tonight was by far the worst one. It was so vivid, he wished he didn’t remember it.
He recomposes himself slowly, moving the thick strands of hair sticking on his forehead away from his face, finding out how much he had sweated.
He grabs his watch lying beneath his pillow to see the time.
4:00.
Moaning, he reluctantly gets out of bed. He had tried to fall back asleep before when he woke up in the middle of the night. It never worked.
He takes his clothes off, turns the light of his bathroom on and steps into the bathtub naked. He then turns on the shower head and instantly relaxes under the touch of hot water.
For a moment, he just gazes blankly at the drain while being drenched with water from head to toe, with his soaked purple hair down on his shoulders and back. Then memories of tonight’s nightmare came back making him shiver and hold himself instinctively.
How much longer will he have to endure these awful dreams?
He now has a new life before him.
The Chairman is in prison. He won’t be able to harm any of his family members, his friends, nor himself…
Decided to stop thinking about it, he quickly showers, then steps off the bathtub, drying himself up and changing onto jogging clothes, the thicker ones for the winter.
After finishing eating two loafs of oran berry-jam bread and drinking a glass of Moomoo Milk, he walks out of his place and starts to jog in the neighbourhood.
After about half an hour of jogging, he feels his Ultra Ball that he brought with him shake in his pocket.
With a smile on his face, he takes it out and throws it in the air, making his Charizard come out.
He runs to him and pats him on the head.
" Sorry, did I wake you up?"
His Charizard purrs, his muzzle nudging him gently on the cheek. Leon then feels his gaze on him. His Pokémon has always been sensitive to his partner’s emotions.
"I’m ok, pal, just a bad nightmare," he gives him the best smile he can muster to reassure him.
As if reading Leon’s next train of thought, his Charizard turns his back to him, inviting him with a wag of its tail to climb on.
"You know me too well," he chuckles.
In a swift jump he lands on top of his Charizard, feeling the comfortable heat radiating from its body.
"Ready when you are."