Author's Note: Alas! This is a small bonus chapter, getting ready to write a sequel! I has ideas people! Please enjoy!

Bonus chapter.

Cyan's POV

I leapt up in shock, almost hitting my head against the wall. As a cold sweat consumed me I realised I was in my bed, and the sunlight was seeping in through my opened curtains.

Was it morning?

Rubbing my head lightly I inhaled deeply.

Another nightmare? But...why was I dreaming about ruining some-one's life I had never met before? Yes okay, apparently they screwed my brother over or something but, seriously? One, my brother might be sensitive, but he would never kill himself. And two, I am not that cunning to plot a whole devious scheme like that.

My eyes glanced at the ceiling in thought.

The guy with red hair...what was his name again? Silver...? Yes. Why did he seem so familiar? According to my nightmare I would have to work with him?

I sighed heavily, still feeling a bit groggy from jumping up suddenly. Oh yeah, my new job started tomorrow at Goldenrod Department Store. Now I was worried that I would meet some-one like that...what would I do if I did?

"Cyan!" I heard my Grandmother's voice call for me, causing me to grumble incoherent nonsense to myself. Did I really have to get up already? Sighing heavily I sat up, rubbing my eyes.

"Alright! I'm awake!" I yelled back, shuffling to the edge of my bed. As I started to look for clothes to wear I continued to think about that nightmare. About all those people I had never met before in my life, and how I only woke up when the guy with the dark hair shot me. Closing my eyes tightly I took a deep breath.

Isn't it a bad thing if you die in your dreams?

Okay, thinking about it was doing me no favours, so hastily I got dressed in my casual attire, consisting of a plain black t-shirt and denim jeans, and then decided to make a move downstairs. I had no idea what time it was, so perhaps it was later than I thought.

As I walked down the stairs I noticed the front door was wide open and my brother stood there, smiling wildly like he had just won some competition or something.

Was this why my Grandmother called me? I flashed him a weak smile as he walked over to me.

"Big brother! You'll never guess what happened today!"

I leaned against the banister, looking at my sibling. His azure eyes sparkling in delight. I wondered why he was so happy.

"Do tell."

"I won my first Pokemon battle today!"

I blinked in shock. Joey, my baby brother, had just become an official Pokemon Trainer and already he was winning battles? It made me smile, genuinely. I was so proud of him.

"Wow, I am impressed!"

"Yeah, one day I'll be as strong as you are!"

Rolling my eyes I smirked. I doubted that, but it was nice to dream big. Joey continued smiling wildly so I figured it wasn't just because he won his first battle. Something else must have happened.

"Is that all?"

Joey shook his head, almost falling off balance in excitement.

"No, the guy I battled...he was really nice to me, he said that if I continued training I could beat the Elite Four one day!"

At that moment I froze.

Didn't my nightmare consist of some-one being horrible to him, telling him he sucked at being a trainer? So..why was it the complete opposite?

"...I see..."

"He had a REALLY tough Pokemon too!"

Once again I felt my heart tighten in my chest.

Just like my dream...I had to find out if it was the same...

"...what Pokemon was it?"

I watched as Joey looked thoughtful for a moment, like he was trying to think of the right name, and then it hit him. Smiling once again he told me;

"It was a Sneasel."

Just like that I felt all the blood drain from my body, making me feel slightly light headed.

No...this couldn't be true. Did the guy have red hair too?

"...the guy...what did he look like?" I asked, almost struggling to say the words. My brother was looking more confused by the second, probably wondering why I was asking all these questions.

If only he knew...

"He had red hair..."

It was starting to get weirder and weirder. Was my dream some sort of future warning of the opposite? Man...I was confused. I placed a hand to my head in thought, trying to figure out just what the hell was going on.

First I have a nightmare about my kid brother killing himself because of a red headed male, and now this?

"...are you okay?" Joey asked nervously. I glanced at him and forced a smile. He didn't need to know about this.

"Yeah...anyway Grandma wants to see you."

I watched my sibling run happily into the living room, leaving me to think some more about what had just happened. Frowning in thought I tried to figure out what to do, should I try to avoid this guy just in case my dream happened?

What if it DID happen? Did I even have that murderous side to me?

Cringing in thought I didn't think I was truly capable of such malicious antics. Unless...my dream was trying to tell me something I wasn't aware of. That I had a dark side inside me, that was capable of causing so much destruction. I shot a glance at the door, wondering about my next course of action.

And then it hit me. I would find this guy, and I would make sure none of those bad things happened. It was the least we all deserved.

Author's Note: Ah! Thanks to all of you for sticking with this story! And I hope you will enjoy the sequel too :D but for now...ciao!