Chapter 3: More Nightmares P.O.V: Hilda

Hilda struggled to breathe as she fought to stay afloat in the bottom-less pool of freezing black water. She found herself sinking into a deep pool of water. Hilda kicked her legs desperately trying to stay above the waterline. With every attempt at snagging a breath, Hilda swallowed more and more water. She could feel her lungs staring to fill with water. As her muscles began to give out, a strong hand yanked her out of the water by the throat. Fear overwhelmed Hilda when she recognized the man who was holding her captive. It was Ghetsis.

Ghetsis was a tall and intimating old man. He glared at Hilda with his dark red eyes and a evil smirk graced his lips. Ghetsis's long black cloak was wrapped around his broad shoulders. With one hand, Ghetsis held up Hilda and slowly closed his ringers around Hilda's throat.

"You will suffer for what you have done," growled Ghetsis with a vicious glare. Hilda tried to spit out a response, but his tight grip on her throat was starting to restrict her breathing. Ghetsis slammed Hilda hard into the ground. As she hit the hard concrete, pain rippled through Hilda's whole body, and she screamed loudly when her head smashed into the ground. With a painful moan, she managed to sit up by putting her full weight on her arm. Hilda glanced at the gray concrete ground to see her red blood splattered out on the ground. She touched her palm to her forehead to find her hand covered in crimson blood. Ghetsis smirked as he watched Hilda lying disoriented on the ground.

"What's wrong? Is the great Hero of Unova hurt?" mocked Ghetsis.

"What did I ever do to you?" cried Hilda with blood drizzling down the side of her face.

"You corrupted the heart of my son and turned him against me," shouted Ghetsis, raising his long iron staff above his head.

"I gave him his freedom," said Hilda, before Ghetsis drove his staff directly through Hilda's heart.

A blood-curling scream echoed through the girls' tiny room, as Hilda jolted awake. Hilda anxiously looked around the room. Her face was bright red and her forehead was covered in sweat. Tears rolled down her face like a steady river. At her feet Hilda saw the black foxlike form of Zoroark beginning to stir. The black fox pokemon observed the frantic cries of his trainer. Zoroark buried her face in Zoroark's soft shaggy black mane, as she wept loudly.

"Hilda, are you okay? I heard a scream," said Rosa barging out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her soaking wet hair. Hilda remained silent, and she nervously clutched Zoroark's furry mane. Hilda's cold tears laced the red tips of Zoroark's mane. Rosa rushed to Hilda's side despite the protective growled coming from Zoroark.

"Yeah sorry, I'm fine. It was just a bad dream," wept slowly lifting her head up out of Zoroark's black fur, with tears still running down her face. Hilda started to dry her wet eyes.

"What the hell happened in your dream?" asked Rosa. Hilda wanted to tell Rosa the truth, but ultimately decided not to.

"It's nothing," answered Hilda.

"Dude, if something is bothering you, you can tell me," said Rosa.

"No, I'm fine. It was a bad dream," replied Hilda calming down and stopping her sobbing. "Why don't you go finish drying your hair?"

"Fine, but are you sure that you're okay?" said Rosa, before she disappeared back into the bathroom.

"Yeah I'm good," said Hilda, as Rosa shut the bathroom door and continued to dry her hair using a hair dryer. Hilda relaxed slightly, and she did notice Zoroark moving off of her lap. Hilda witnessed a flash of red light, the signature sign of Zoroark's transformation, and then she saw a young man sitting on the edge of her bed.

Hilda recognized the young man as one of Zoroark's favorite human forms. Zoroark was tall and had a build nearly identical to his former trainer. He had spikey black hair with dark red tips and a pair of bright blue eyes that were full of concern. He wore a dark gray t-shirt, blue jeans, a black trench coat, and a dark red scarf.

"It was another one of those dreams. Wasn't it?" asked Zoroark.

"Yeah," replied Hilda.

"What was it this time?" he asked.

"I saw Ghetsis and….he killed me," admitted Hilda. "The dreams are getting worse."

"Are you sure you're alright? I don't think that you slept soundly since we've returned to Unova," said Zoroark.

"Honestly, I don't know," said Hilda closing her eyes as she was in pain.

"Maybe you should get help," suggested Zoroark.

"For now I just need to get through the concert and then I'll figure out what to do from there," said Hilda with depressed sigh.

"I still think you should go see a therapist," said Zoroark.

"Shut up. You're a pokemon what do you know," Hilda finally recovered from her nightmare. "Return," said Hilda, as she grabbed Zoroark's pokeball off the nightstand and actives it. A red beam of light shot out of the pokeball and engulfed Zoroark, before it pulled him inside the pokeball. Hilda got up and walked over to the foot of the bed. She opened up the chest, and then Hilda grabbed a fresh set of clothes. Next Hilda walked up to the bathroom door.

"Rosa hurry up! I need to get ready," yelled Hilda over the sound of Rosa's hair dryer. Hilda heard the hair dryer turn off, and Rosa poked her head out the door.

"Fine," said Rosa, as she opened the door. Hilda stepped aside as Rosa existed the tiny bathroom. Hilda entered the bathroom and locked the door behind her. She examined her appearance in the mirror. Hilda had dark circles under her eyes, her dark brown hair was a mess, and overall her appearance was pretty horrible.

Ten minutes later Hilda was looking and feeling much better. She had washed her face and put on some makeup. Hilda had changed into a plain white t-shirt, a pair of dark blue jeans, and a tan belt. Her long brown hair was pulled back in a messy high ponytail. With her dirty pajamas in hand, Hilda left the bathroom. She saw Rosa putting her hair up in her signature buns.

"You feeling better?" asked Rosa looking up at Hilda.

"Much better. So what time does the concert start?" said Hilda tossing her pajamas on her bed.

"It's in the Big Stadium by the Music Hall at seven o'clock," answered Rosa, finishing putting up her hair.

"What are we going to do until seven?" asked Hilda.

"Well I'm going to go have lunch with my boyfriend. I don't know about you," replied Rosa.

"I think I'll go see an old friend," said Hilda.

"Alright, but be sure to meet me at 6:30," responded Rosa grabbing her pink purse off her bed and walking over to the door. Rosa quickly existed the tiny room through the door.

Hilda grabbed her Xtranscevier, covered in faded pink paint, out of her satchel which was thrown lazily on the floor beside Hilda's bed. Hilda switched the device on. She scrolled through the contact list until she found the contact she wanted. Hilda held her breath as the Xtranscevier began to ring. She froze when a similar face appeared on the tiny screen.

"Hi Bianca," said Hilda awkwardly, as she look at the astonished blonde-haired girl appeared on screen.

"Hilda is that really you?" asked Bianca.

"In the flesh," replied Hilda. "Kind of."