When his boyfriend's ex-fiancé returns from the dead to break them up, Léon will have to face a dead land, an evil scientist, and his unstable powers to save the world (and his relationship).
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Reformed supervillain Léon Dickens was just released...
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PROMPT #2: Mnemonic (Fluff) + 11 "Trick or treat?" + Vampires, Witches, and Jinns (Rob).
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LÉON || ANHANGÁ || ROB
October 31st, 2047
This short story takes place during those Months in Slumber (CH45 and 46 of the first book) in which The Mayor is preparing his machine, and Rob, Léon, and the others were hiding + preparing themselves for the final battle. At this point in time, Rob still didn't tell Léon the truth about their past together. Trying to help his boyfriend relax, Rob takes Léon for a walk in a distant neighborhood, and they end up meeting an old acquaintance and their friends.
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The night was especially dark when Léon and Rob left Kali's small house in Ragged Street, and it got even darker as the couple followed the stream of NAVs and honks towards the train station. They crossed New Continent and reached uncle Marco's house in Piemak Borough around nine-thirty—after the first city-wide patrol went back to the Heroic League office—but only managed to leave the place at ten-twenty, after Kali and uncle Marco's long string of hugs and admonishments.
The houses were bigger and cleaner in this block, with white-fenced garages, small gardens, and bicycles everywhere; the nice, black-colored plasmetallic roofs glimmered then and again, sputtering electrical buzzes when the drizzle met the few broken cracks in the solar plates. Instead of the bleak walls of flaking paint and the empty plastipaper boxes of fast food they had just passed by, this small one-way street in Piemak Borough was decorated with pumpkin lanterns, skeletons, and small wooden silhouettes of witches in their brooms. Oh, and cold. It was pretty cold in Piemak Borough, almost as if spring wasn't already in full bloom in New Continent.
