One week after the events that took place at my house, I woke up feeling pretty exhausted. My mind kept flashing back to the image of Typhlosion being taken away by the police.

"Oh well, it's all over now. No matter how much it hurts, it's all over now." I thought, even though I couldn't help wondering if I had done the right thing. He would surely spend years behind bars, if not for life.

I got up and went to take a shower.

Once finished, I checked my email again, thinking in the back of my head that maybe I'd be told news about Typhlosion. However, nothing came. I was about to shut down the computer when I remembered the people who had been affected in Steelblock City.

I typed "Steelblock city" in Poogle, and soon, I was looking at a list of casualties.

There were thirty deaths, fifty injuries, and over sixty trainers affected by injuries caused to their Pokémon. All of them were from different parts of the city, meaning that the culprits were everywhere.

"Huh, they're everywhere. So many victims," I muttered.

I logged off, and went back to the TV, where I saw the news. They were interviewing a reporter who was telling information about the incident that had happened in Steelblock City.

"We've learned that the situation has calmed for the moment. However, we cannot rule out any further incidents taking place."

"And what about the suspects? Are there any leads yet?"

"Right now, we are working hard to identify the perpetrators. It seems that there is one Pokémon already arrested..." The reporter said.

"And who is it?" A man next to her asked.

"According to our sources, it is a Typhlosion without a known trainer."

"I see. And what has been confirmed by the authorities?"

"That they have a lead on the suspect thanks to the eyewitness testimony of another victim who was attacked by the criminal."

"Good work, Martha. Thank you for informing us about this case."

"Thank you, sir. We'll be keeping you informed about any new developments in the case."

"Sounds good, Martha. Keep us updated."

After that, they showed a picture of the commissary.

"That's the guy who did it?" I asked, astonished.

"Latest info affirms he is currently in custody, awaiting trial."

I shut down the TV, thinking about him. Had I done it right? Of course! He would kill who that man called Max told him to! Right?

He had battled that Leafeon and nearly killed her. Nearly.

However, I was afraid of him going to jail. What if he just battled and unluckily hurt Leafeon more than he wanted to? Would he end up jailed for life?

I was thinking too much. If only I had convinced him to avoid those idiots… Damn it! It's gonna be a long time before I see him again!

I sighed heavily, and opened my eyes. I tried to fall asleep, but I couldn't. Something was bothering me very badly.

I felt bad because of Typhlosion. How much suffering would he endure because of me?

Two weeks passed by, and I was still letting go of my thoughts. I was in a daze, and I was beginning to feel worse each day.

Every day, I saw him in my dreams, trying to convince me that he was innocent, and that the accusations were false. I could tell he was telling the truth. But, I just couldn't believe him.

How could I not believe him?

I began to question myself. Wasn't I the one who was wrong? After all, Typhlosion had only followed orders. Should I be ashamed? I mean, after all, that guy was the one who had sent him to battle. He had no choice!

The argument inside my head continued, and I finally decided to find as much as I could about what had happened to him since his detention.

Last time I saw him, he had been badly envenomated by the Arbok who helped to reduce him, so I headed to the nearest Pokémon center. I was hoping to find some additional information. Surely, there must be something about this case.

I went to the receptionist's desk and asked her if she knew anything about a Typhlosion. She seemed surprised by my request, then she explained that Typhlosion had been put into a coma for hours, but the antivenom worked, and the next day, he was healthy enough to be sent to jail. That was all she knew.

I thanked her and left. It was then that I realized something.

I had been paying attention to the newspaper and news stations, and I hadn't heard anything about Typhlosion for days. One could say it was because that topic wasn't trending anymore, but, it was like the whole world had forgotten about it.

I wondered what had happened to him.

Today, I had the same dream again, but it was a bit different. This time, I saw Typhlosion walking out from a cell, looking exhausted. His body was covered in bandages, and his eyes looked red, like he was crying. But when he saw me, he smiled slightly. Then, he said, "I am coming."

Then, I woke up. What was that? I was so confused about it. My heart started pounding quickly, as the meaning of that dream hit me. Was he getting released today?

I jumped out of bed and ran to my computer.

I didn't know what I would do if he was released. So, I asked for advice online. In order to do that, I created a 'fictional' story and posted it on Pokeffinity and Funfiction, asking for what the readers would do in my place.

I received responses from hundreds of users, and here's what they wrote:

-Talk to him. Don't let him walk the path of life alone.

-If he gets out, he's innocent. So give him a hug. He's your friend after all, and he needs you.

-Ask him to forgive you. That way, you can keep your friendship strong.

But others weren't so kind:

-Let him die. He deserves it after all.

-Kill him! It will make you happy in the end.

-Get a good sword to confront him. Luckily, it will KEAL!

-He was released because he gave the politicians bills to clean their asses and those things corrupt people do.

But the vast majority were, to say something, 'warnings'.

-Move to another country. That species are strong enough to hand your ass to you.

-Do you still talk to the Arbok? If so, ask him to kill you. It will be far less painful than what Typhlosion will do to you.

-You're an idiot. Period.

-Become a monk and pray to Arceus to make Typhlosion forget about you.

-Praying doesn't work. You should try eating as many pizzas as possible (while you're still alive).

-Kill yourself.

-Let him kill you or suck his dick.

And so on.

When I read them all, I was laughing so hard that tears came out even though my current situation wasn't funny at all.

I was REALLY scared. I knew that, if he was freed, he would come after me. I tried to remember that it was a dream after all! He is probably rotting in jail now.

So, why was I freaking out?

I turned off my computer and got ready to go to university once again.

I needed to focus on my studies, to distract myself from my worries. And besides, the class I was now attending was really interesting. I loved computing, and I knew that I'd learn a lot.

At least, I hoped I would.

I left home, took the subway, and arrived there in no time.