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Fanfiction of the Month (September): Who Shot Brendan Birch?
Who Shot Brendan Birch? Anyways, this is a mystery as you can prolly tell from the title. This is on a few sites already but their all different versions and this one will prolly be different too. So. . . enjoy! Also, this story is based on the characters from the Ruby/Sapphire game series (Brendan Birch, Wally, Steven, May). -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter I: The crowds were on the feet, stamping and roaring like a stampede of wild Tauros. Posters were held up high proudly, and people were whistling and clapping. The sun already set, and the bright stadium lights were turned on, shining on two Pokémon and their two trainers. Brendan Birch turned his head to his right where people were chanting his name and holding up colorful posters. He blinked twice and smiled his pearly white smile, causing many of his girl fans to blush or faint. He turned back to the battle and observed his opposing trainer carefully. She was maybe around the same age as him and the same height, if not a little bit shorter. Her bandana that covered the top of her head swayed gently in the night time breeze. She too glanced at her side of fans which was to her right also. Even though she was far away, he could see her smile, causing the crowd to go in uproar. He also noticed that most of her half contained most of the opposite gender of her while his side held most of the female population in the Hoenn region. He rolled his eyes and focused back to the battle. He took in a slight intake of breath, a nervous feeling sprouted in the pit of his stomach. His hands shook because he realized . . . it's over . . . he was going to win! "Muddy! Finish her off! Iron Tail now!" Brendan shouted over the roar of the crowd. Muddy, a Swampert with a stupid yet humorous personality, quickly flicked his normally blue and orange tail upwards, causing it to glow with bright, silver light. He then spun around once and whacked his opponent with his hard, steely tail. The Pokemon flew across the battlefield, splitting open a few boulders with her body because of the tremendous power of the Iron Tail attack. The Pokemon's back rammed into the wall and she skid down, tired and fainted. "Blaziken is unable to battle! Brendan Birch from Littleroot Town is the winner!" the judge announced The picture of the Blaziken faded off the screen and Brendan's picture took the rest of the screen up. "Everyone, please take notice because from this day forward, Brendan Birch from Littleroot Town is hereby the new Pokemon Champion of the Hoenn Region!" the announcer cried. A mixture of boos and pleased screaming rang through Brendan's ears as he returned Muddy and thanked him. He then turned to his side of his audience who were all giving his standing ovations and screaming at the top of their lungs, making Brendan's ear ring with annoyance. He felt his stomach surge with pride and pure bliss, not even noticing that the other half of the audience was booing him and giving him rude gestures. He couldn't help but smile but then it hit him- how was the other trainer feeling? He just squashed someone's dreams in at least a hour! Especially since . . . Brendan flashed his fans a quick smile before running over to the other trainer. He stopped a few feet away from the trainer who was busy tending to her fallen Blaziken and giving her a few words of gratitude and praise. The trainer injected a needle into the Blaziken's arm which Brendan saw as a Revive shot. "You did a great job!" the trainer smiled as she rubbed her Blaziken's arm to soothe the pain. "I'm so proud of you! You couldn't of battle any better or harder." The trainer got out the Blaziken's Pokeball. "Return." Brendan coughed slightly which caught the trainer's attention. The trainer quickly turned her head and looked up. Seeing who it was, the trainer evaded Brendan's eyes and stared at his shoelaces instead. "Erm, I'm up here," Brendan laughed a little as he held out his hand. The trainer looked at his outstretched hand and took it. Brendan used his arm to pull the trainer up. "Look, I sorr-" "Why is the Hoenn League Pokemon Champion apologizing to the understudy instead of making some speech about winning and bull like that?" the trainer retaliated sharply, her eyes quickly averted to Brendan's eyes. "Why is the League Champion here to make sure that I'm alright? Or are you here to say, 'I told you I would win,' because I feel bad enough okay?" "Whoa, calm down," Brendan replied. He bit his lip in a nervous habit before he started talking again. "We've been really good friends right?" "Right . . ." "And I hope that friendship never ends because of this . . ." The trainer sighed and held out her hand, "It won't. I promise. But you want to know something Brendan Birch? I'm proud of you. Your Pokemon, strategies, everything, were great . . . just . . . great." Brendan looked at the trainer's hand and pulled her into a hug instead. "But do you want to know something too? I'm more proud of you May Maple." --- "I . . . I can't believe May . . . lost!" Wally Wood, a green-haired trainer that took fifth in the league, said to May's dad, Norman, in disbelief. "She was assured to win! I BETTED MONEY ON HER!" "Well you can't win them all Wally," Norman replied, glancing at the trainers that surrounded May, congratulating her for making it into the top three trainers of the Hoenn League. "This goes to show you, gambling is wrong . . ." "But I betted like . . . two hundred dollars on her!" "Holy shi-!" "Norman! There are kids around!" Mrs. Maple clucked her tongue in disapproval. "Sorry honey . . ." "But still . . ." Wally cast a dark look towards Brendan, "still . . ." "Brendan old buddy!" Steven Stone, grandson of the president of the Devon Company and former Pokemon Champion of the Hoenn Region, pushed his was through the crowd of people and patted Brendan on the back. "Good job today! Intense battle! How does it feel to be a Pokemon Master of the Hoenn region?" Brendan smiled. "Well, its more different than I expected," he said, glancing at the window that showed tons of people holding signs that stated 'Brendan we love you!' and other random sentences like that. "Are you mad at me because I kinda took-" "My title?" Steven finished the sentence and laughed. He patted Brendan on the shoulder again, "I'm not mad. Maybe a little sad that I'm no longer the newest League champion in Hoenn at first, but if I had to be replaced, I'm glad it was you. Good job once again buddy." Brendan nodded and took a sip of his soda as Steven walked away. "Am I mad?" Steven whispered in a harsh voice. "Of course I'm mad! I was one of the most admired Pokemon trainers in the entire **** region and then POOF! Its gone! My title, my glory, my everything!" He clenched on his plastic cup causing it to crack under the pressure. "Out of all the **** people too! The most arrogant and the most idiotic! That little bast-" "Ugh!" May flopped onto the couch besides Professor Birch, Brendan's dad. "Brendan is getting all the attention! I mean, yah, he is the Pokemon Master but I'm in the top three! THE TOP THREE PROFESSOR! Doesn't that count for anything?" Professor Birch sweat-dropped and patted May on the shoulder reassuringly, "Time will pass May, and people will stop hassling Brendan. Then you two can finally hit that Kanto region! You two still are going to the Kanto region right?" May glared daggers at Brendan's back, a frown emerged on her face. "Right?" She flattened a cup with her right palm. "Riiiiiiight. . . I'll take that as a yes then!" "But Professor Birch. . ." May started to whine, "I mean, I know it sounds prissy, snobby, whatever word it is, but can't I get at least a 'Congratulations' from one person?" "Erm. . . Congratulations!" "Ah! Its not the same when you tell someone to say it!" May slapped her forehead and ran her hand down her face. "Just once, I would like to be the center of attention. When Brendan and I fought against Gabby and T.Y. a bijillion and a half times, it was always Brendan they interviewed! And now. . ." she sniffled. "Now, now, don't cry," Professor Birch stated sympathetically. "Its my party and I'll cry if I want to . . ." May sniffled again, "Wait. . . its not even my party! IT'S BRENDAN'S!" The Professor couldn't help but sweat-drop again. "I believe someone is feeling jealous . . ." "Am not!" May retaliated even though she knew it was rude to argue with an adult. "Why would I be jealous? I got second for crying out loud! There's no reason for me to be jealous! Right?" "Look at May over there dear," Mrs. Maple pointed to the depressed looking May. "She should be out there with Brendan, talking about their incredible battle today and not sulking with Professor Birch!" "I know . . ." Norman frowned and looked at Brendan from the corner of his eye. "He made my little girl sad and that Birch boy is going to pay!" "What was that dear?" "Nothing honey!" --- "So anyways," Brendan was leaning on a tile counter top, one arm resting on it, the other holding his soda as he talked to the group of people that surrounded him, "Kapow! That Gardevoir is fainted ladies and gents! That's how I won against Wally and that's how he got eliminated!" "Haha, your so funny Bren-dork!" Wally laughed sarcastically. Turns out Wally was standing behind the white-haired trainer. "Laugh of the night: Brendan and Wally's big battle! Latios!" he groaned and slapped his forehead. Brendan chose to ignore him as he swirled his cup of soda as if it were a drink. "Hey Wallace," the white-haired champion said, trying to get the green-haired trainer angry, "since your back there," he shoved his half full cup of coke towards Wally, "can you refill that? I'm running kind of low. . ." "Oh sure Brendan!" Wally said brightly, sarcasm clearly dripping off his tongue. "I'd do anything for the Pokemon Champion! Refill his cup, clean his room, wash his boxers with my tongue . . ." Wally walked towards the sodas and poured some coke into Brendan's cup, "shove a Pokeball up his bloody arse . . ." Wally looked up and saw different types of wine and drinks on glass shelves. Taking several, he poured some in different sized proportions, murmuring about other things he would do to Brendan, "Get him drunk, poison him, kill him with my bare hands . . ." Norman opened the door and ran back over to his house. "Honey! Where are you going!" Mrs. Maple cried out from the open window. "Back home! I need to check something!" Norman yelled over his shoulder. A few minutes later, a tired-looking Petalburg gym leader unlocked his house and walked inside. Looking back over his shoulder, he took out another key and went into his wife's and his bedroom. Holding the key in his right hand, he bent down and pulled out a small safe from under his bed. Not even bothering to remember the combination, he inserted the key into the hole and turned it. The safe opened with a heavy thud as the door hit the side of the bed. Reaching in, Norman felt something small but cold and steely. Pulling it out, he smirked. The object was none other than his trusty little old gun. . . Back at the party, May was chatting up a storm with a trainer that took sixth in the league. "I'm serious!" May complained. "That Birch can be so . . . ugh! Infuriating! He can be so arrogant too! Did you hear what he was talking about a few minutes ago? About him kicking Wally's butt in the pre-elimination round? He didn't have to make it sound like it was the best battle in the world either! Sometimes . . . I just want to take out a gun and shoot him in the head!" "You don't mean that . . ." the trainer said with remorse. "He's your boyfriend for Latias's sake!" "Still. . . a girl can sometimes hate right?" "Whatever you say May. . . whatever you say. . ." --- "Well thanks for coming!" Brendan smiled cheerfully as the last of his guests left. It was four o' clock in the morning and after a day of beating his girlfriend in a Pokemon battle, being announced as League Champion, and having a party full of people in his house sure could make you tired. . . "Great party B boy," May was the last to leave Brendan's house. She kissed Brendan's lips lightly before heading outside, "See you tomorrow I hope? I mean, I know there's a fan out there hiding in your azaleas . . ." Brendan laughed as he slid his hands down to May's waist, "I hope not. I don't need a stalker." "Because you have me right?" May asked. "Right," Brendan laughed again and reluctantly let go of May, "See you tomorrow then!" "You mean later . . ." "Well you said tomorrow too!" "But I didn't mean it!" "Whatever Yam! Love ya babe!" "Love ya too!" May said cheerfully as she closed the door behind her. "But not today anyways . . ." she muttered under her breath as she walked slowly towards her house. "And did he drink or something? His breath smells really bad. . . but he didn't seem drunk so . . . whatever." May shrugged and walked over to her house. Meanwhile, Brendan leaned against the door and sighed happily. Could his life get anymore perfect? "Nope, it can't," Brendan answered for himself. Smirking, he pushed himself off the door and up the staircase. When his foot touched the first step, the phone began to ring. "Who calls at four in the morning?" Brendan asked himself as he walked over to the kitchen and picked up the phone. "Hello?" The other person didn't have their Viv-screen on so Brendan couldn't see who it was. "Are you alone?" the voice asked in a deep yet muffled voice. "Err . . ." "Yes or no!" "My parents are asleep upstairs so . . ." "No then! Next question! Are you Brendan Birch from Littleroot?" "Is this a fan because I'm in no mood-" "YES OR NO?" "Who are you, you little-" "YES OR NO ALREADY!" "Yes!" "Now answer me this then. Are you afraid of death?" "Isn't everybody?" "Then I suggest you duck," the voice advised as it hung up the phone. "What the heck was that about?" Brendan hung up the phone and turned around. A dark figure stood looming from outside the window. Brendan squinted his eyes as if it were to help clear his vision. "Uh, yeah . . . you can go home because . . . I don't sign autographs this early in the morning . . ." The figure stood there and Brendan felt shivers go up his spine. The form shifted a bit and Brendan saw it pull out something. Brendan used the moonlight high above the shadows head and he froze when he realized what the thing pulled out. A gun. The gun glinted in the pale moonlight as the figure raised it. A thousand thoughts entered Brendan's head a mile per minute. His mom, his dad, May, his friends, Wally, Steven, May, the Pokemon battles he went through, the final battle, May, when he was a Magma agent, and lastly May. . . Its funny how five seconds can cause so much unbearable pain inside and out . . . -------------------------------------------------------------------------- I was going to kill Brendan but in the middle of it when Brendan was going to get shot I was like, "NOOOO! I can't kill my favorite character . . ." so I didn't lol. He's just hurt. . . and besides, he can help give off clues too . . . Anyways, I must go, hope ya like the beginning! LaTeR dAyZ! |
I so read this on ffnet already... XD;; But I only read up to chapter 6 or 7 before I stopped reading due to being busy and all those stuff. Ha...
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The other parts are great, but I think the shooting part was a little quick.
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i love this story. keep it up breezy.
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Yay, reviews lol. ^_^ Well, have really nothing to say right now except enjoy this chapter!
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter II: "Brendan Birch, Pokémon Master and one of the best to follow after the famous Red's footsteps, was shot earlier this morning after a celebration party. More details to come-""Brendan Birch, at the young age of fourteen, almost fifteen years-old was shot last night at 4:18 a.m. earlier this morning. Investigators say that-" "The Pokémaster's Brunch today was cancelled due to the attack on new Hoenn Pokémon Master, Brendan Birch. Condolences to him and his loved ones out there-" "The question on everyone's mind today is: Who shot Brendan Birch? While this question remains-" "Detectives are still not sure who and why someone would attack young Birch at four in the A.M. If you have any information, please contact our hotline at (745) 9-" "Brendan Birch is currently being hospitalized at the Chansey Hospital on Rustbaro. We are getting thousands of e-mail's from Brendan's fans who are trying to console their grief. Take this one for example. 'It saddens me that after one day of being master, people are already out to get him-' " "Young Birch who just won the Hoenn Pokémon League was shot in the left arm by 'a dark, looming shadow,' May Maple, understudy of the Hoenn League this year and girlfriend of Brendan Birch stated. It was she that flew young Brendan to the hospital on her Swellow earlier this morning. Doctors say that if Brendan hadn't ducked in time-" "TURN IF OFF WALLY!" May cried in agony as she wiped her swollen red eyes with a tissue. "What? Why?" Wally exclaimed, turning off the television with the remote control. "They're just news reports!" "But they keep repeating the god**** awful news!" May wailed. Wally threw the remote over his shoulder, making it hit a wall, causing the nurse secretary at the desk to shush them. He collapsed in an armchair and watched May blow her nose, being comforted by her mother. "He's not dead May," he pointed out, "but you sure are making it seem like it." "How the hell are you being so calm?" she blurted out. "He was your friend right?" Wally didn't answer but instead stood up. "Your going to have to see him sometime," he stated quietly as he walked over to May. He held out his hand. "You are his girlfriend after all and you should be acting like one. Now who are you?" May stood up slowly. "May Maple. . ." "No! Who are you? Say it like you mean it!" "I'm May Maple from Littleroot Town and my boyfriend is Brendan Birch who is suffering from a. . . a. . . gun. . . g-gun. . . sh-shot. . . WOUND!" she buckled back down to the couch and curled up into a little ball, sobbing. Wally shook his head. "May . . . silly little girl . . . I feel like Winnie the Pooh . . . scary . . ." "Give May some time Wally dear," Mrs. Maple said kindly. "She is feeling well . . . down that her boyfriend got severely wounded at the shoulder blade. She'll see him in time." "When?" Wally asked stubbornly as he paced the rough carpeted floor. "He keeps asking to see her whether delirious from the medication or not." "Tell Brendan that May isn't feeling up to it right now dear." Norman rushed into the hospital, a flushed look on his pale face. "Tried to get here as fast as I could," he panted. "Heard the awful news from an old Viv-message from Professor Birch. Drove as fast as I could over here without running anyone over . . . or at least not intentionally." He patted the weeping May's head softly as if to soothe her before turning towards Wally. "Where is he?" he asked sharply. Wally, taken aback by Norman's sudden directness, pointed down a dark hallway. "The South Hall, Room Twenty-six." Norman nodded as a way of thanks and walked swiftly down the dark hallway. "Well that was. . . odd," Wally admitted. "Oh, don't mind my husband," Mrs. Maple smiled. "He's just tense that a boy he considers one of his sons' was shot." Wally turned his back to Mrs. Maple and frowned. 'Is that why he's tense?' Wally thought to himself. 'Or is it because he was the one that pulled the trigger?' Flashback. . . Wally slammed Brendan's cup of soda into his chest, causing some of the liquid to slosh and splash all over Brendan's red, black and yellow shoes. Some girls gasped and one of them punched Wally in the back. He turned around quickly and glared coldly at the attacker. "Leave us alone you. . . you loser!" she cried, punching Wally's shoulder again. "Just go away Wood, you little fifth place loser in the competition," Brendan said arrogantly, causing some of his groupies to laugh. Wally, who had learned to stick up for himself finally, just shook his head and smirked. Turning around to Brendan's posse, he laughed mockingly, "You're a bunch of little wanna-be's you know that? Laughing at jokes that aren't even funny. . ." He turned his attention back to Brendan. "I would watch your attitude Birch because you never know when its coming back to bite you back. . . or shoot you in the head!" He marched off angrily, ignoring the laughter behind him. Sitting down in a red plushy arm chair, he sighed, hoping that this stupid party would be over. Why did the top ten have to come to a party when it was only celebrated for Brendan anyways? Playing with an empty Pokéball by spinning it on his pointer finger, he observed the room with careful eyes. May was whining to Professor Birch, Steven Stone, former Hoenn League Master, was busy clenching his cup, his left eye twitching, Brendan, of course, was gloating, probably talking about his battle against May, and Norman . . . where was Norman? "Oh, there he is!" Wally told himself out loud as he saw Norman enter the room quietly if not suspiciously. Wally eyed Norman carefully as he walked over to Brawly and Flannery, two other gym leaders in the Hoenn Region. He watched Norman very delicately touch the top of his left leg, right below the hip. A intense, silver glare shone from underneath the thin sweater Norman wore over his regular clothes and Wally, if he squinted his eyes just enough, could see a chrome gun glinting in the lamp's light . . . End Flashback. . . Wally shuddered slightly. 'Impossible!' he scoffed in his mind. 'Why would Norman want to kill Brendan? He has no reason too!' He looked over his shoulder and glanced at May who was crying on her mother's shoulder. 'Does he?' --- "Dad, I'm fine!" Brendan groaned as he jumped off the hospital bed, his left arm bandaged heavily and carried in a dark-blue sling. "They got the bullet out of my arm and-" "How can you be so brave?" Mrs. Birch carefully hugged her son and gave him a tight squeeze. She cried into his right shoulder. "You were almost . . . you were almost-" she bawled, collapsing onto the bed. "Its okay honey," Professor Birch rubbed his wife's back to soothe her. "Brendan is a brave boy . . ." "Thanks dad," Brendan replied. "Now, I must go-" "Wait a minute!" Professor Birch stated. "Just because I said you were brave, doesn't mean that you can go out. I want the doctor's evaluation before you are allowed to leave this room." "Dad! You make me sound like . . . like a car or something!" Brendan complained. "Vroom, vroom!" Wally joked as he entered the room. "And besides, I want to see May!" the white-haired trainer complained. "She hasn't come to visit me yet and its already two in the afternoon. Did she even come when I was sleeping?" "She's still out there . . ." Norman answered. "She hasn't left the lobby couch all morning and afternoon I've heard. She's just . . . shocked and scared I suppose." Brendan ran his right hand through his snowy-white hair and sighed. "Where's my bandana?" he asked, noticing the emptiness around his head. "I won the League with that bandana . . ." Before anyone could answer, the door flung open, almost hitting Norman in the back. There stood Steven in all his glory, his face shining with sweat, his clothes hastily thrown on considering the buttons on his shirt were in the wrong holes. He was calm despite the tension in the air. "Brendan!" he gasped as he caught his breath. "Sorry I wasn't here earlier, I was at the Pokémaster's Brunch and I got over here as soon as I could. Are you alright?" he asked worriedly. Brendan laughed. "I'm fine Steven, no need to get all worried over me!" The wooden door flung open again, this time whamming into Norman's back with a loud thud. "BRENDAN!" May cried in alarm as she dashed over to Brendan and jumped onto him, causing the two to topple onto the hospital bed. Brendan's breath was caught in his throat as he felt May's hand push down his left shoulder blade. So much pain and torture; you could see tears forming in his ruby-red eyes but he didn't cry out. "Good to see you too, May," he managed to gasp out. "Brendan Birch! Don't ever scare me like that again! I've been worried sick and I was afraid to visit you!" May exclaimed as her head fell on Brendan's chest, her chestnut-colored hair tickling Brendan's face. "Latios Bread Head, you got me so freaked out when I found you earlier this morning! And all the channels on the T.V were talking about how much pain you suffered, and . . . and-" "Shh, calm down May," Brendan tried looking down at his girlfriend as he rubbed her back gently with his right hand. "Its alright. . I'm fine," he said softly. "Everything is going to be alright." The room was silent if you ignored the muffled sobbing coming from May. The door creaked open slowly and Norman flinched, hoping that the door wouldn't hit him again. The doctor that was tending towards Brendan swiftly enter the room, his white doctor's coat floating behind him gently. "I hate to do this but I have to kick everyone out except for the parents," the doctor apologized. "I'm sorry." "Quite alright doctor," Mrs. Maple said warmly. "May dear," she rubbed May's back. "May?" "Sworry mwom," May sniffled as she got off Brendan's chest. She smiled wearily, "I don't think I've ever cried this much before in my life." "Should I feel honored?" Brendan asked, smirking, ignoring the two salty wet spots on his faded green pajamas the doctor made him wear. "You better!" May laughed. "I got two red and puffy eyes because of you!" She turned around and smiled at Brendan. "I'll be waiting for you Birch . . ." she giggled again before closing the door behind her. "Ok, let's see," the doctor took off the sling and unwrapped Brendan's bandaged shoulder carefully. He examined the gunshot wound with his gloved hands and frowned slightly. "Well, its not as bad as it could of been. I already told you what happened so we'll leave it there for now." He got out some clean and unused white bandage from a desk drawer in the room and wrapped it around Brendan's shoulder gently. "If you're feeling pain, please let me know. And be careful even if there is a plaster cast around your arm. Even the tiniest push can cause a lifetime of pain," he chuckled. "Saw that May girl push you over through the door window. That must of hurt . . ." he chortled. "Love hurts," Brendan replied simply. "Anyways," the doctor said, "you are able to come and go as you please from now on and congratulations on becoming Pokémon Master!" "Thank you," Brendan replied before the doctor exited the room. "So. . . can I go now?" --- "WHAT DO YOU MEAN 'TAKE US IN?' " May heard Wally's voice from down the hallway. She rushed down the dark hallway and was greeted by bright light. "What's going on?" she asked. "They think one of us tried to kill Brendan this morning!" he said through clenched teeth, gesticulating towards four large men in brown overcoats and wearing dark shades over their eyes. One of them had his arm out raised, a shiny badge from the Hoenn Pokemon Police and detective agency kept in a black leather wallet clutched in his hand. "I'm afraid you have to come with us too Miss Maple," the detective said kindly. "May wouldn't hurt a hair on her boyfriend's head!" Norman retorted angrily. "Right May?" ". . . Right . . ." May said unsurely. "I don't see why were are being taken in!" Steven exclaimed. "We're family and close friends of Brendan, why would we shoot him for Rayquaza's sake!" "At the time of 4:18 A.M., about ten minutes after the celebration party for the Top Ten finalists in the Hoenn Pokemon League, a suspicious, shadowy character came at the Birch's living room window as Mr. Birch says. He says that it had to be someone from the party for to shoot him down so fast or someone that lives nearby." "And what does that have to do with us?" Wally retaliated furiously. "Anyone could of shot Brendan Birch for all you know!" "But all of you were the last to leave the party," the detective stated modestly. "While you are right that anyone could of shot Mr. Birch down, Mr. Wood, you four are the most suspicious suspects we've got. And if you are so sure that you didn't shoot him down, why are you making such a commotion about being brought downtown for questioning?" "I'm not making a commotion!" Wally yelled. "I'll go down for questioning!" "Fine, we'll all go and prove that none of us shot Brendan Birch!" Norman answered for all of them, "and I mean all of us." "Very good then," a detective smirked. "Follow us . . ." -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- *shrugs* I have no frickin idea what doctors do when someone gets shot in the shoulder so I'm just guessing here lol. Please tell me if ya know! Now I'm rethinking . . . maybe I should of killed Brendan . . . But he does tell some clues . . . speaking of which, I threw in a few clues in this chapter. Did ya get them? LaTeR dAyZ! |
well, Ive never posted in this forum before, but this prompted me to. who doesn't love a good mystery?
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aw darn.....hope you continue this soon! lolz
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:O Breezy is good at making these suspenseful things. XD
Emotions...they were excellent on how you portrayed them, but it was a bit ironic how May was so angry and burning of envy at the beginning, and now she's sobbing all over Brendan...Hah. The way you write, it's as if every character has the capibility of being the one who shot Brendan. Honestly, I'm terrible at finding out this mystery stuff, but I've already made a guess on who did it although it would probably be wrong...I picked out all the obvious clues. XD The flashback was stood out more, due to the difference in writing style between the original chapter and that flashback. And the character's personality seemed to switch a lot, which confused me a bit, as I sit here thinking if its part of the fic. o.o I mean, I understand May was mad at him in the first chapter, but then she sobbed and then giggled as she left the hospital bed. That just left me staring at the screen saying 'whoa.' The doctor's speech was used a bit incorrectly, since you should've put a 'have' instead of an 'of' but maybe that's how he originally speaks.. Otherwise, good plotline, although my brain hurt after trying to figure it out. Keep it up. ^_^ |
This is actually really good. Keep it up!
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I have an idea who it may be... although I'm probably wrong (I usually am with murder mysteries such as this). Anyways, to review:
At times, there were several diction errors. These were mainly in the first chapter though... and you shouldn't be too worried about them. Your main problem them was the use of "of". You always seemed to use it in place of have, and that is really grammatically incorrect. Even when it wasn't in speech, you still used it... and it's really not correct. Other things were that personalities seemed to swap around between different characters, and general description was a bit lacklustre. But - enough of the criticism, and onto the praise! XD What I liked about it is the way you've cleverly portrayed all the suspects as to having some sort of role in the attempted murder. (The one I think has done it hasn't been portrayed yet... but I'm hoping he/she will be). Your greatest asset with this fic is the actual plot itself, as it seems to be getting more mysterious as the chapters go on. You should be proud of yourself. Well done ^_^ |
Thanks for reviewing guys, you all rock my . . . rocks! And my rocks appreciate the rocking.
Eh lame entrance. Anyways, here the latest (well actually, not the latest but the latest here) entry to WSBB! So enjoy! -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter III: The shady detective clenched roughly on May's wrist, causing his short yet sharp nails to dig into her skin and a slight growl to come out from Norman. The other three detectives pushed the others into the police department where they were greeted by an officer. "I see you got the suspects," an officer known as Jacob stated. His pearly white teeth gleamed in the bright sunlight as he smiled at the suspects. His navy blue uniform complete with the Hoenn League Police Department badge was ironed so carefully that the creases could still be seen. "Good job boys, I'll take it from here. I'm going to need your help though Detective Tony." The police officer motioned towards the detective in the overgrown brown trench coat clinging on to May's wrist. "For, after all as you state, you are good at getting things out of people . . ." "Where's Officer Jenny?" Wally questioned. "Silence! All things can be used against you in court!" Officer Jacob barked loudly. "Heh, I always wanted to say that. Anyways, Officer Jenny deals with Pokémon or Pokémon-related crimes. I deal with the human crimes and such. Now follow me." "Follow you where exactly?" Wally retorted angrily. "I'm not just gonna be taken in by some stranger!" "Wally, calm down, please," Norman implored, his fists clenched tightly at his sides. "You don't want to anger them . . ." " 'Them' Mr. Maple?" Detective Tony asked cooly. "As in me? Oh trust me, even if you don't anger me, you'll be in for it that I can assure you." Norman bit his tongue to steady himself from letting out a stream of cusses in front of the children. "Shall we?" Officer Jacob said in a kinder voice then the detective as he pushed open the foggy clear doors. "We don't want the news reporters and the paparazzi bugging all of us like those two annoying reporters that interview trainers. Gabby and T.Y is it?" he nodded. "Yes, I believe it is . . . Anyways, let's go." "How long do you think this will take?" May inquired, squirming her wrist out of Detective Tony's hand. "I want to visit Brendan Birch today again. I don't want him to make him worry about me." She rubbed her red wrist. "And I wanna check if he's alright." "As soon as you are clear of all charges, Miss Maple, you are then allowed free to go," Detective Tony explained hastily, his eyes observing the busy streets. "Dangit, they found out already." "Who? The news reporters?" Steven interrogated. Sure enough, as the silver-haired former Hoenn League Champion uttered those words, news reporter vans were speeding down the street in a straight line. "Come on then," Officer Jacob pushed the four inside. "Follow me." He led the four trainers, gym leader, and League Champion down a well-lit hallway before taking out a key and unlocking the door. Pushing it open, he motioned them to go inside. "This reminds me of those old detective movies . . ." Wally muttered to May as they entered the gloomy room. Sure enough, the room did look like a classic old detective movie. A fan hanging from the ceiling went in circles slowly, one small and lone desk was pushed to the left side of the room, a few scattered papers littered on it. The room gave off that dusty and old scent in the air, making the room seem brownish-looking and antique. The only light in the room was the open door and the window where a pair of wooden blinds were partially opened. A light bulb swung from the fan but with all the dust on it, it looked like it could barely light up two feet in diameter. "Well, have a seat." Officer Jacob gesticulated towards some wooden chairs and an old couch. "Sorry about the room, only one open you know." Detective Tony closed the door behind him, giving a swift look towards the suspects. "Anyways," he began as he eyed the suspects carefully, "this morning at the time of 4:18 A.M. at the house of the Birch Family, Mr. Brendan Birch was shot in the left shoulder at least ten or fifteen minutes after the celebration party for him." "It was for the entire Top Ten!" Wally yelled from his seat on the uncomfortable wooden chair. "Not just Brendan Birch you know!" Detective Tony chose to ignore Wally's statement as he continued, "You four are the most likely suspects but if needed we can call in the other suspects." "And may I question who are these other suspects?" May asked in a somewhat polite voice. "Well, for starters Maxie, leader of Team Magma would be one considering Brendan Birch was a spying on them for the Police Force," Detective Tony started. "And he was other things for them too . . ." Wally muttered. "But considering we cannot find Maxie right now, we cannot actually question him," Detective Tony finished. "The next would probably the seven other gym leaders in the Hoenn Region for they, after all, were defeated by Brendan in battle. Third could be Professor Birch but we doubt it. The Professor was in bed when Brendan got shot . . . but then again, he could of stalled Brendan and then his partner could of shot him. Though, I do no see why the Professor would want to shoot his own son. Lastly, it could be Mr. Birch himself. Maybe he wanted even MORE attention . . ." "Why would Brendan shoot himself though?" May pondered out loud. "Even I know he's not that stupid." "You never know," Wally joked. "Mr. Maple," Detective Tony took a seat from behind the small wooden table. "Where were you early this morning?" "At my home, sleeping like a normal person," Norman said with a sharp tongue. "Well that's interesting . . ." Detective Tony pondered, "for records show that you own a gun . . . for protection . . . do you use your gun for other reasons too?" "No," the gym leader retaliated quickly. "I have no other reason to use my gun. If your assuming that I shot Brendan Birch, you are dead-wrong because Brendan is like a son to me! Trying to murder him is like murdering myself." Detective Tony paced the floor in front of where Norman sat, his hand raised to his chin. He rubbed it as if it made him think. The detective then stopped and glanced at Norman, trying to read his face. Annoyed, angry, stubborn, but with a hint of fear was sketched on the gym leader's face. He sighed and walked over to the grimy window. "Mr. Maple," he began, sighing, "how can we believe your telling the truth? You are the only one with a gun that lived a close distance from young Birch's house." "Detective, I haven't had no need to take out my gun like I said before," Norman said tiredly, "in fact, I haven't taken out that gun for over five years! There are plenty of residents in the quiet town of Littleroot! Why aren't they here?" "Because you're the only one with a gun in Littleroot!" Detective Tony snapped. "How many times must I tell you?" "But like I've said before, I haven't taken out that gun for years!" "Except last night am I right?" Wally muttered quietly. "What was that Mr. Wood?" Detective Tony turned towards Wally. Wally sighed and looked up and the chipped plaster walls. "I remember last night at the party," he started, "that Norman had a gun hitched on his hip when talking to two other gym leaders, Brawly and Flannery." The green-haired trainer leaned back in the straight-backed, uncomfortable chairs, almost falling off. "Yeah, when Brendan was making fun of me, I told him off then went down to sit. That's when I noticed that Norman was gone. When he came back, he went to the other two gym leaders with something shiny shimmering underneath his sweater." Norman tried to hold back his snort, causing it to sound like an abrupt sniffle. He shook his head and laughed slightly, causing the others to look up at him with fearful or confused glances. "That wasn't a gun!" he protested, smirking a bit. "I mean not a real gun!" he shifted up his sweater and pulled up a silver, chrome gun, causing the others to gasp and Officer Jacob to cast his left hand over his gun holder. Norman pulled the trigger and a flag marked with the word "BANG!" in red writing shot out, causing some people to jump up in surprise. "See?" he said, laughing as he shoved the flag back into the gun. "Its not real, it was suppose to be a gag! All Pokémasters had to go through some stupid joke like this I remember! A few others I've met that were league champions went through a trick and now Brendan gets a trick done on him too! Isn't that right Steven?" he asked as he tossed the fake gun onto the wooden table. Steven reluctantly nodded. "Its true. All Pokémasters had an idiotic prank pulled on them . . ." "But then how come you didn't play your joke on Brendan, dad?" May asked. "Slipped my mind," Norman said with a shrug. "It happens with old age I suppose." Detective Tony rubbed his clean-shaved chin and walked over to the window, pulling the blinders to a close. He frowned, his cold silver steel eyes glaring at each individual suspect in the room. "Well . . ." he said slowly, "well . . ." "Well what?" Norman asled, a hint of laughter in his voice. "I thought detectives were good with putting the pieces together." The detective glared daggers at the gym leader before stomping off to the desk and sitting down in the black leather chair. Rubbing his fingers over his temples, he sighed quietly, "For now Norman Maple, I'll believe you. One of the rules under the gym leader's oath is to be honest. Hopefully you're not breaking the rules . . ." "I have morals detective and being honest is one of them," Norman retaliated coldly. Detective Tony pushed himself up from his chair. "And what about you Wally Wood? Where were you early this morning?" he calmly strode over to the young green haired trainer and looked him straight in the eye. "You have been known for having a 'grudge' against Mr. Birch. Surely you aren't that jealous of him now are you?" Wally avoided the annoying detective's question and got up from the wooden seat. He walked over to the dusty, red wood table and sat on it instead if trying to get far away from the detective. A few minutes later of uncomfortable squirming from Wally, (considering he was under the glare of the understudy of the Pokémon League, the former League Master, a powerful gym leader, a police officer with a gun hooked at his hip and a shady detective) he jumped up unexpectedly and reached his right hand behind to the back part of his hip. A click was heard and Wally raised a gun. "Move and I'll blast your head off!" he said cooly, "and this time, I'll have better aim now that it's daytime . . ." -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Fun, cliffhangers . . . ^^ LaTeR dAyZ! Hope you enjoyed! |
Oh my. Can't wait for the next chapter!
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I had two big-ish issues with that fic. The first being Norman's oath, and the second was the climax.
I'll start with Norman's oath. If Norman did kill Brendan (and I'm not saying he did or didn't), then even an oath he'd sworn by the Pokemon League wasn't exactly proof. Unless it was some sort of legally binding contract, it really wouldn't have made much significance in a court case or anything. The climax seemed rushed. Wally wouldn't just sit there for a couple of minutes whilst nothing happened. At least, the other characters would wonder what he was doing, or perhaps talk to themselves or something. Also - it doesn't seem to signify the mood well, as it would have worked better with an increase in tension. Most other things with this chapter were fine. The length was good, the description was better than the previous chapters, and it seemed a lot more real the other two chapters. Keep up the good work. ^_^ |
Here's chapter 4! Thanks for reviewing again! ^_^
-------------------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter IV: Wally's fingers ran along the edge of the smooth redwood table, picking up some dust with it. His right hand gripped the gun tightly, his pointer finger drawing nearer and nearer to the trigger. A smile tugged at the edge of his lips, causing the others to think he was going insane."What wonders you can do when you have the power!" he remarked, his eyes flashing dangerously in the dim light. "What should I do? Send you all to a lifetime of hell sounds good . . ." The green-haired trainer smirked and pulled the trigger with his finger. A second felt like a lifetime as an ear-splitting BANG was heard, causing everyone to wince and close their eyes tightly. It echoed throughout the room, sending shivers up and down everyone's spines. "Now who did I hit?" Wally laughed mockingly. "Who is my second victim?" May gasped, horrified. "Wally . . . how . . . h-how . . . HOW COULD YOU!" She clenched her fists together and sprang up from her seat, angry no doubt. "HOW COULD YOU DO THIS! How could you shoot that gun and . . . and . . . a-and . . . splatter ink all over my favorite shirt?!" She pointed towards the rather large black ink blob on her red and black tee. "I'm going to kill you!" "AH! She's crazy!" Wally yelled as he ducked when May swung a punch at him. He climbed over the table, causing sheets to scatter to the floor. "MAKE HER STOP CHASING ME!" he cried as May followed, hot on his heels. "Can't say you didn't deserve it," Steven remarked, watching the two trainers run around the room. "Honestly, pulling a prank like that in the middle of something serious!" WHACK! Wally collapsed to the ground in a heap, swirls in his eyes. "Wow . . . she can punch . . . hard . . . How did Brendan live when they were traveling together?" Wally took in a sharp intake of breath as May stepped on his stomach. "Ow . . ." May huffed and kicked him hard at the stomach before stomping off to her seat, sitting down, and trying to wipe off the ink on her clothes. "You deserve all the pain you get today, Wood!" Detective Tony rolled his eyes as the adolescence behavior before clearing his throat to get everyone's attention. "Thank you for quieting down. Now as I was saying before Mr. Wood pulled the childish prank on us," he looked down and glared coldly at Wally who only smiled innocently and sweat-dropped, "where were you this morning Mr. Wood?" Wally put his hands behind his head and looked straight up towards the detective. "Somewhere over the rainbow where dreams come true and happy thought of love enter my head," the boy stated in a child-like manner. "Seriously!" the detective barked. "The truth PLEASE!" "You want the truth?" Wally sat up and stared at the door. "YOU CAN'T HANDLE THE TRUTH! Okay, well maybe you can . . . I'll admit, Brendan and I aren't the closest of friends. Sure, we helped each other out of sticky problems when we were around each other and one of us needed help but still, we're rivals! We disliked each other with a passion ever since day one! But I would never shoot him! He's . . . ugh! I just wouldn't alright?" "Oh, very convincing," Detective Tony rolled his eyes. "Really . . ." "I'm serious for once!" Wally protested, rolling on his stomach and pounding his fists into the concrete floor. "I would never shoot Brendan Birch! I never even thought about hurting him! I don't even have a gun! Hell, I don't even know anyone with a gun besides Norman . . . and he would never let me use it . . ." "That's right." Norman nodded in agreement. "You know Wally . . ." Steven stood up and strode over to the window. He trailed a finger down the dusty window sill. "I heard you last night when you were pouring a drink that you wanted to poison Brendan . . . you know, shoving a Pokeball up his arse, killing him, you know, things like that." He wiped off the dirt and grime off onto his pants. "You lied about not thinking of killing him, maybe your lying by actually trying to kill him also . . ." "Poisoning him?" May exclaimed. Steven nodded. "Yeah, and I believe I saw Wood pouring something into Brendan's drink and it wasn't soda . . ." "So . . . so that's why Brendan's breath smelled like alcohol." May gasped and pointed at Wally. "You tried to get him drunk didn't you? Everyone knows that when your drunk, you don't feel much!" "Exactly!" Steven agreed. "You tried to get Brendan drunk so he wouldn't feel a thing when you tried to kill him didn't you?" The former Pokémon Champion smirked in triumph. "You're trying to rid the world of Brendan Birch because you were JEALOUS!" "Like you should talk idiot!" Wally retorted angrily, jumping back onto his feet. "You're the jealous Pokémon Master!" "Jealous?!" Steven scoffed. "Why would I of all people be jealous?" "Make yourself sound important if it makes you feel better," Wally replied sarcastically, "for all we need is another arrogant Pokémon Master appearing on late night talk shows and complaining that the diamond buckles on their shoes are too tight and one of their millions of fans weren't in the stands last night, watching you during the most important speech of the century about why grass grows!" He rolled his eyes. "For Latios' sake Steven Stone, you were shaking with jealousy enough to score a ten on the Richter Scale! You clenched your cup so hard out of your anger that we can't recycle your plastic cup and now a family won't have their plastic pine tree for Christmas . . . ruin the holiday sprit while your at it huh?" "Why I oughta . . ." Steven growled. "Are you going to believe this boy? I mean look at him! He has green hair and he's like what? Five years-old-" "Correction!" Wally interrupted. "I'm fourteen going on fifteen soon! But I can be five at heart . . ." "-And he's . . . arrogant!" "Wow, word of the day huh?" Wally smirked. "You get one of those word-of-the-day-calendars for your birthday? Pity, I got you that too . . ." May shuffled her feet on the floor and frowned. "I just remember something . . . when you were congratulating Brendan on his win and left, you were muttering something about being fu-" "MAY!" Norman scolded. "What? Just repeating what he said!" May smiled innocently. "Where was I? Oh yeah, Steven was muttering about being f-ing mad 'cause he lost his title to an arrogant and idiotic loser." "And speaking of which, I need to ask, where were you coming from when you visited Brendan in the hospital?" Wally asked curiously. "From the Pokémaster's Brunch like I said this afternoon," Steven retaliated through clenched teeth. "That's what I thought . . ." Wally stated as he sat back onto the desk. Detective Tony frowned. "Do you have to sit on my des-" "You know," Wally interrupted, "when I was channel surfing in the hospital, they said that the Pokémaster's Brunch was cancelled because of Brendan and his injury . . . now, you said you were at that. What now? Are you so important that you got your own special little brunch?" "Well, I . . . uh. . . um . . . er," Steven stuttered. "You see-" "Arrest him Officer Jacob!" Wally cried in triumphant, smiling smugly. "He's the attempted killer!" -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Hmm . . . well. . . yeah lol. Sorry chapter is kinda shorter than usual. LaTeR dAyZ! |
come on this is good!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Ah, sorry, haven't really been posting here have I? Well thanks for reviewing guys, you really rock my socks if I was wearing any! ^^ Enjoy!
-------------------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter V: Officer Jacob didn't move from his position near the door but did manage to stare at Steven, questions lurking in his eyes. "Hello!" Wally yelled impatiently. "We've got a killer in the room! Someone get him! Who knows what he will do next!" Steven shook his head and rolled his steely-gray eyes. "You can't prove that I shot Brendan. All you got was my anger. Anger can make you say the stupidest things. Maybe you're blaming me to cover yourself . . ." he said thoughtfully, "hmm . . ." "Are you saying that I attempted to murder Brendan . . . again?!" Wally asked angrily, jumping back onto his feet. "That's the most full-of-crap lie that I ever heard in my life and I've heard a lot of lies, trust me." "We can't trust killers," May answered, a small smirk tugging at the sides of her mouth. "I would shut up now Wally. Wouldn't want something, oh let's say, the truth to slip out and get you in trouble now do you? We all know its you . . . worst rival of my boyfriend ever since day one!" Wally scoffed at May and glared coldly at her. "Turning on me May? I thought you were better than that . . ." "Well you were **** wrong then." Wally bit his lip in a nervous habit before speaking again. "You know May, you seem the least likely to shoot B Boy out of the group of suspects . . . maybe you shot him so someone else would get in trouble while you skipped away, innocent, hands clean when they were really dirty!" He laughed mockingly at her before glaring at her again. "Understudy of Brendan Birch, rival, and girlfriend of the ruby-red eyed trainer. I remember a long time ago when Brendan called me, telling me that you were mad because he won against you more than you have against him." "You can't prove that!" May remarked, crossing her arms and scowling at the green-haired trainer. Wally simpered as he un-clipped his white and green PokeNav from his belt. He pressed a few buttons and turned up the volume on the device. He then held it arms length away from him so the entire room could hear. "Listen . . ." The green-haired trainer pushed the middle button and an old Viv-message began to play. "Tuesday, January sixteenth," the PokeNav droned. "Viv-message from Pokémon Trainer Brendan to Pokémon Trainer Wally. BEEP." Brendan's face appeared on the small screen as he began to talk. "Hey Wally, I need to talk to you . . ." Another voice answered, clearly Wally's. "Must be serious, you actually got my name right BRENDAN." "Not funny . . . Anyways, I think May is mad at me . . ." "PMS?" Wally in real life sweat-dropped as the other occupants in the room looked at him confused and amused. "No . . . Today, we battled and I won but when we went to the Pokémon Center, she was all mean and scary like she wanted to rip my head off with her teeth! Not like before when I won . . . she gave me a real cold glare and there was at least a three yard distance between us . . . Latios it was scary. I think she's mad at me because I won more battles against her now than she winning more against me . . ." "Really? I'm sure she'll get over it with a good night of sleep. Anyways, I've got a question." "Alright, shoot." "When a guy-" Wally stopped the Viv-message and sweat-dropped again. "You REALLY don't need to hear the rest of that . . . Anyways, there's your proof May Maple! Normally, a trainer wouldn't be too mad if a close friend defeated them. From what Brendan told me on another Viv-message, you said one sentence to him three days after that Pokémon Battle and it was, 'Please pass the sugar.' I think you're actually jealous . . ." "Jealous?" May sneered. "Oh yeah Wally, I'm jealous! If I'm jealous, then you have to be too!" "Yeah, I'LL actually admit, unlike you and Steven over here, that I AM jealous that Brendan won!" Wally said through gritted teeth getting angry. "I've been jealous of him ever since I met the kid in Norman's gym! He always got everything that I wanted and now he is that one thing that I always wanted to be! A Pokémon Master! So, yeah! I'm jealous alright!" May shook her head. "Pathetic . . ." Wally snorted. "Takes one to know one . . . Anyways, like I was saying, I think May Maple is the killer! She has all the reason to be and the perfect disguise also. She hid in the shadows and tried to give one of us the blame!" "Mr. Wood does have a point," Detective Tony stated, leaning on a wall, his hat cocked over his left eye. "You are probably the least likely suspect out of all four suspects in this room Miss Maple and you have the reasons to shoot Mr. Birch." May raised her arms in the arm and let them flop back down onto the dusty couch. "I swear I wouldn't do it! I love my boyfriend very much! He's one of my best friends too! And so what if he won the League? No biggie . . ." "Hey, not just anyone can win the League," Steven pointed out, insulted that the girl trainer made fun of his title. "Whatever . . ." Wally rubbed his chin, looking awfully like Detective Tony. He sat back down on the table and looked at May with his eyes. "I'm keeping my eye on you May . . ." he remarked simply, dropping his hand to his side, "believe me I am." The door opened and everyone turned their heads. It was another detective draped in a heavyy light brown trench coat just like Detective Tony who entered, a video tape clutched in his hands. He nodded towards Officer Jacob, walked across the full length of the room and deposited the video into Detective Tony's grasp. He nodded to the other people in the room and exited, closing the door behind him. "Odd fellow that . . . detective," Officer Jacob piped up, causing a few chuckles and giggles to go around the room. "What did he give you Tony? More videos of por-" "No!" Detective Tony said sharply, his cheeks flushing in embarrassment though the others beside Officer Jacob didn't know why. "Its not labeled . . ." he strolled over to a small and dusty T.V. perched on a filing cabinet that no one noticed til now, "but were going to find out now!" Officer Jacob chuckled. "Since there are kids in here, better hope its not por-" "Shut up!" -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Thanks for reading! ^_^ LaTeR dAyZ! |
Oh man...why did you stop?! XD
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It is pretty different from the Serebii.net version.
Anyhow, you still keep saying "could of" instead of "could have." They really aren't the same. Your spelling and punctuation was highly commendable. I did not have any other issues there. Also, your description was great. I got the picture straight in my head. Anyhow, the plot is absolutely gripping. It's the kind you can't stop laughing but you get that little chill in your spine... I think it was a combo of Norman, May, Brawly, Flannery, and Steven. Wally, he's hilarious and very, well, likely, but somehow his story adds up. Also, he did put alcohol in the soda. His truth is twisted. He wouldn't shoot Brendan... Norman would definitely not let a little kid touch his gun... but he would alcohol-poison Brendan. He may have had another plan. I don't know, Wally's a bit hard to work out. Norman would be the main culprit. He knew Wally would tell the police he had a gun in his hip pocket that night, so he swapped it with a similar one, or changed the wiring and removed all ammunition. Brawly and Flannery were definitely in on the plan. I think it was either Norman, Steven or Brawly who called up Brendan, as they're all men (Wally's at the stage where his voice would be breaking) and thus would be more likely to have a deep voice. May, I don't think, could have a deep voice. Actually, I think it was Brawly. Brendan would probably recognise Norman's voice as he's very close, although it was muffled. Likewise with Steven, who claims to be a close friend of Brendan. Also, Norman was lying about not taking his gun out often. He didn't bother to remember the safe combo, which I interpret he knew it so well from using it so much he didn't need to pause and think about it. Thus, he was taking his gun out often. Perhaps Flannery and Brawly helped with the plan. As Brawly was calling up Brendan, Norman would be out in the azaleas with the gun. Being the owner of the gun, he would be the most familiar with it. He wouldn't let Wally use it - only he would use it. So he would have better aim in the darkness with it, probably. May would have done the acting to clear all of their names. Also, she could have been in the azaleas. Being his daughter, she may have used the gun and known how to. Flannery doesn't come into the story much - she could have been busy transferring the gun from Norman to May discreetly, and thus would not have participated. May would have slipped up - she said she'd see Brendan later. Perhaps eighteen minutes later - out in the azaleas. She meant tomorrow - but said later. I don't think the Professor would shoot his own son, somehow. He's just sympathising with May. Also, Norman's oath - well we didn't know what it said. People break oaths and promises. Also, Steven and Norman could have created the "practical joke on the Pokemaster" alias together, and May is like all innocent and asking questions. Secretly, she knows what's what. She's a drama queen and very good at her acting. I'm glad I don't live near those lot. *shudders* |
oooh this is great cant wait for more
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ack...I forgot about the fanfiction of the week... ><
Congrats! FF of the week! |
Yippee, go Breezy, you deserve it!
It's funny. I never really thought of you, until you actually got Fan Fiction of the Week. (Ah, I envy you. Or do I? Maybe I've given up on fan fictions. Maybe, just maybe... I sympathise with Denny now...) (Goodness knows you deserve it more than I, Queen of Bad Writing. Yes, the old un-self-confident DP is back after SOME people brought me back down from would-be good mood [I had a bad day yesterday. Fortunately today was an improvement.]) |
this is great cant wait i stink at geussing mysteries
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Mmm, not really sure as to *why* this fic is the ff of the week but meh . . . *shrugs*. That's always cool though, I was really surprised when I saw my fic up here lol.
But ignore the ranting Breezy and just read the fic. ^_^ Thanks for reading and reviewing guys, they always make my day *smiles*. ---------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter VI: Wally rested his chin on his closed fist and stared at May, suspicion lurking in his eyes. "Hmm . . ." he murmured under his breath. "Take a picture, it'll last longer!" May snapped, angry that Wally accused her of shooting her boyfriend. "I didn't shoot him alright?! I wouldn't even think of it! It's so . . . wrong!" She shuddered. "I ran out of tears for him you know! I would be crying right now if I didn't!" "You know what bothers me the most May?" Wally remarked, using his two arms to support himself while he sat on the table. "The news report said that you found Brendan this morning. Am I right?" "Yeah I did," the girl trainer stated defensively. "No one else in the neighborhood had a Flying type strong enough besides me to carry two trainers to Rustbaro. I was the only one who could do it." Wally shook his head. "No, you misunderstood me. I meant that you took Brendan to the hospital, that I already know. But what confuses me is how you knew that he was hurt first . . . five minutes later as you said in the television report. . ." May scoffed. "I didn't give a specific time as to when I rescued Brendan. And besides, I live next door to him! All I have to do is look out my window and I can see Brendan's house if I crane my neck out the window far enough," she paused, "and why does it matter if I did find Brendan on the cold hard ground first anyways? Doesn't seem to have a big effect on the real issue right?" "Wrong," Wally answered, staring at May with more suspicion lurking in his green-colored eyes. "Brendan Birch was brought to the hospital 4:18 A.M. this morning . . . what time did you leave your house May?" "4:07 this morning or somewhere around that time," she replied, confused as to why Wally asked when she left. "I see . . ." Wally replied. "Interesting . . . Swellow's are well known around the world as one of the fastest bird Pokémon in the world. So for your Swellow to make it to Rustbaro, he should of gotten there by at least 4:11 . . . plus you probably took at least five minutes to load Brendan onto Swellow and warn Professor Birch, your dad, and everyone else important. So its would be like. . . 4:16 when you got to Rustbaro and get him to a doctor at 4:18 . . ." "I don't get what your getting with this . . ." Wally ignore the curious looks everyone else was giving him. "Ten minutes . . . you found Brendan TEN minutes AFTER he was shot. Seems kind of. . . unlikely right? I've got a question. where were you AFTER the party?" May crossed her arms and scowled. "Fine, I'll tell you what I did after the party! Okay, after everyone left, I walked to the door with Brendan, kissed him goodnight and went to my house NEXT DOOR to Brendan's, like you already know, at 4:00 A.M. I remember the time because I always remember the times that I get mad at him . . . okay, JEALOUS at him but this time it was because he won the League even though I worked harder-" "How do you know you worked harder?" Steven questioned. May ignored him. "-So I took a quick shower and dried my hair which only takes about five minutes tops making it about 4:05 A.M. I'm a fast sleeper so I hopped into bed and was out like a rock or however that dang saying goes. I awoke at 4:11 this morning when I heard a gun shot from outside-" "How do you know that the gun was not silenced?" Wally questioned. "Well, how do you know if it has a silencer on the gun in the first place?" May inquired back. "Anyways, I awoke from a gunshot coming outside being the light sleeper that I am and I ran outside in my pajamas. I barged into Brendan's house and saw Brendan lying cold, blood gushing from his shoulder." She shuddered from the horrid memory. "I shouted loudly as to awake Brendan's parents, carried Brendan outside, called upon Tai, my Swellow, and rode to Rustbaro, the closest hospital near Littleroot. And that's the story." Wally sighed, clenching his fists together. "But-" "Oh Wally, stop pestering the poor girl," Officer Jacob stated kindly. "Innocent into proven guilty and stories do not always prove the truth." He looked towards the television where Detective Tony was busy rewinding and fast forwarding it. "Hey Tony! Get to a place where it doesn't show the por-" "I said shut. Up," the detective said sharply as he glared at the officer. Officer Jacob only smirked in return. "Anyways," Detective Tony pressed play on the VCR, "stupid Detective Homer didn't rewind the tape and then he taped er . . . something else in the beginning so I had to fast forward it to the right spot. Sorry for taking so long. Anyways, the 'detective' has gotten hold of a tape videoed by a guest at last night's party. Maybe this will help us . . ." he got out of the way and sat down in the straight back wooden chair. The tape began to play as soon as the detective sat down. It was sort of unsteady like most home videos not on a tripod. T he video taper moved through the room making the video bob left and right with each step. He then stopped in the middle and move around in a slow circle, taping Wally spill soda on Brendan's shoes and getting whacked in the head by some girl ("Latios, that girl hit hard," Wally remarked, rubbing the back of his head), Norman talking to Brawly and Flannery, ("That was when I got the fake gun remember?" Norman remarked dryly) and the other guests in the room. "Hey Joe, can ya come help us with this?" a voice from the television asked. "Sure," the camera man replied, setting the camera on a wooden table but not turning it off. The camera started to tape Professor Birch and May chatting on the couch ("This is where I began to complain to the Professor!" May noticed). Sure enough, May began to comply to the poor Professor who shook his head, nodded, or sighed in response ("Well, don't he look like he's enjoying that chat," Steven smirked only to get whacked on the arm by the girl trainer). "Its my party and I'll cry if I want to!" May on the video sniffled. "Wait . . . its not even my party! ITS BRENDAN'S!" Everyone watched as a sweat-bubble formed on the Professor's head. "I believe someone is feeling jealous . . ." he noted, smiling. "Am not!" May retaliated, both on the television. and real life. "Why would I be jealous? I got second for crying out loud! There's no reason for me to be jealous! Right?" (May in real life nodded. "Of course not!" she scoffed.) "Anyways . . ." the Professor tried to change the subject, "I really need to get everyone out of my house by at least four." "Four?" May asked. "Why four?" "Because it's late of course!" Professor Birch chuckled. "These people have to sleep for at least three or four hours and so do I and Brendan. We have to get ready for that Pokémon Masters' Brunch later after breakfast. You're coming to that aren't you May?" May on the television shrugged. "Dunno, might not wake up early enough for that or might be too tired or something . . ." "Yeah, I really need everyone to get out by four . . ." the Professor trailed off, "but anyways . . ." "So Wally," Steven said in a hushed voice, smirking as Joe, the camera man, came back and began taping the rest of the party. "Still think its May?" Wally glanced suspiciously at May from behind his shoulder; he nodded, "Sorta . . . but I have my suspicions about Professor Birch now . . ." Steven looked puzzled. "And why so?" Wally stared at the black and white fuzz on the television for a while before answering, "Because Steven, when May and Professor Birch were talking to each other at the party, he mentioned that he needed everyone to get out of his by four . . ." "So . . .?" Steven trailed off, not getting what Wally meant. "Just saying . . ." Wally stared at the window, his eyes beginning to burn from the fuzz. "He needed to get everyone out by FOUR! The hour that Brendan was shot. Now I don't know why Professor Birch wanted to get everyone out at that specific time, why not two or three? He would get more time to sleep! But anyways, I've got the worst suspicion in the world . . ." "Oh? And what's that?" "That father wants to kill son . . ." ---------------------------------------------------------------- Um, fwee, thanks for reading. ^^ Know who it is yet? LaTeR dAyZ! |
That's it. Remember my old theory? Prof. Birch is now in the gang list. He got everyone out of the house!
And May wouldn't come to the Brunch because: a) She knew it wasn't gonna happen (Birch was faking not knowing she couldn't come) as Norman/she was gonna shoot Brendan b) She was jealous Well Birch could hate Brendan for various reasons... maybe he likes May better, or, well, yeah... maybe he's (OMG) gay and wants to get Norman's love, etc. etc.... *I'm crazy so don't shoot me, find me a padded cell asap* Actually perhaps Wally is framing Birch. Birch could have known someone was going to shoot, and he needed to get everyone out of the house so they couldn't be shot, and maybe he was going to get Brendan and himself out of the house too. Also he needed any likely culprits - that is, May, Wally, Norman, Brawly, Flannery, Steven - out of the house right away. Cool chapter! |
oh yes this is great!can't wait for more
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Ooh, you guys are good at this. ^_^ So close . . . Maybe anyways . . . >> Got more clues to plant and more- k, shutting up now.
So enjoy and thanks for reviewing! And not that I mind or anything but shouldn't be thread be unsticked by now? =/ ----------------------------------------------------- Chapter VII: The black and white fuzz was getting unbearable to the ears so Detective Tony used the remote that controlled the VCR to fast forward to the next scene. Wally, though, snatched the device out of his hand. Tossing it up and down in one hand, the green-haired trainer stated, "I've got another question . . ." "Another one!" May scoffed, annoyed with the boy and his irritating questions. "Who are you suspicious about now Wood? Professor Birch?" She laughed mockingly. "How idiotic! We all know that the Professor would never try to murder his own son!" "Ah, that is true . . ." Wally rubbed his chin, causing the girl trainer to roll her sapphire-colored eyes. "The Professor does love his son . . . or he does when he around others." His eyes cast to a dark green shade. "No one knows how the Professor treats his son when no one is around." "What are you getting at Mr. Wood?" Detective Tony inquired. "The Professor has no reason whatsoever to try and murder his own son and I cannot think of a reason either. This idea of yours is simply idiosyncratic and uncanny!" "Oh shove that pocket thesaurus up your arse." Wally shook his head. Detective Tony frowned but nevertheless thrust the hand-held thesaurus back into his coat pocket. "Now, I too can't think of a reason why Professor Birch would want to kill his own son but like May, he is the least likely suspect. Dare he shoot his son? To many, he would not. But as for me . . . I think he would." Norman had confusion written all over his face at this point. "Professor Birch loves his son Wally. He has told me before that he sometimes worries about him while he's traveling even though my daughter is with him." "Yet . . ." Wally paused, "this morning, Professor Birch was sleeping in his bed when Brendan got shot am I correct?" "Yes Wood, you are," Detective Tony answered. "But what does-" "What it has to do with anything is that the Professor was 'sleeping.' " Wally interrupted. "He went to bed at three o' clock right? If you think I'm wrong, I'm sure we can look on the tape and see. He only announced it to the whole world this morning . . ." He rolled his eyes. "I think that's suspicious, like we give a friggin' care that he's going to bed. But anyways, getting back on topic, Professor Birch could of easily climbed out of the window and shot Brendan minutes after May left! And no one would suspect its him, seeing as people thought he went to sleep." "He does make a good point," Detective Tony frowned. "Jacob, call the officers on duty and tell them to bring Professor Birch downtown A.S.A.P. Tell them its urgent." Officer Jacob nodded and opened the wooden door. Before leaving, he added, "Aw, does this mean I have to miss watching the por-" "I said GO!" Officer Jacob chuckled and closed the door behind him. "Now Wally," Detective Tony turned his attention back to the boy trainer in the room, "explain to me how you think that Professor Birch shot his son." Wally nodded, "Alright then. After the party and after May kissed Brendan good night, more than ten minutes passed. Brendan got a mysterious phone, asking him questions. Five minutes later, the person hung up and Brendan turned around. He probably saw the shadow peeking at him through his window and then the shadow try to kill him. Now, its possible that Professor Birch called his own house on his PokéNav and covered the camera part. He most likely knew that Brendan was going to turn around and go back upstairs. That's when he decided to fire . . ." He glanced darkly at the grimy window. "I already explained to you how Professor Birch got down and how he could get away with trying to murder his own son . . . he is a likely candidate." "Yeah, but the question remains: Why would the Professor want to kill his own son?" Steven asked, puzzled. "Well . . ." Norman piped up, "Professor Birch was a brilliant man backed when he and I were young trainers traveling. He knew everything about Pokémon; their attacks, personalities, you name it, he'd answer it. Though the professor didn't always want to be a . . . well . . . professor." Detective Tony handed him his pocket thesaurus who Norman, in return, threw it over his shoulder. "Anyways," he started again, ignoring the fact that the usually mature detective was making faces behind his back, "Professor Birch wanted to be a Pokémon Master, like young Brendan. But his dreams were crushed when a trainer by the name of Satoshi beat him in the finals. The Professor was furious! He didn't go the Pokémon Master's Brunch, or the beach party or anything like that! He stayed at home sulking. Back then, he was a sore loser. . ." "Like Brendan before when he lost battles to me." May giggled, remembering old times. "Right," the gym leader smiled, "so in conclusion, I think he might be jealous of the fact that his own son got the first dream he wanted causing him to go well. . . mad." "You shouldn't of thrown that thesaurus away Norman." Detective Tony smirked in triumph. "Whatever . . ." "So what your saying is dad that Professor Birch wanted to kill his son for being champion?" May asked in shock. "Well that's stupid! I would think that the Professor would be proud that a Birch won the Hoenn title for Latias' sakes! I was wondering why he was talking to me instead of his son all last night and this morning!" "Well, you never know." Wally shrugged in reply. "So, what do you know? We do have a reason why Professor Birch wanted to-" He was cut off as the wooden door slammed open, cracking the chipped plaster wall. Officer Jacob returned, a grim smile on his face as he gently pushed a man with a small goatee thing going on. He wearing a lab coat, khaki shorts, and a blue button up t-shirt inside of the coat; the outfit of a professor. Professor Birch that is. Professor Birch growled in the pit of his throat as he sat down grumpily next to Norman. "Professor," Norman nodded as a greeting. "Welcome to our after party!" he joked. "Can it Maple!" the Professor grumbled. This entire ideal played with the Professor's usual calm and peaceful carriage. Wally looked at the Professor and smirked. "Professor Birch. . ." he said slowly, "where were you early this morning when Brendan Birch got shot huh? Out trying to kill him huh? Huh? HUH?" "You went over dramatic with the 'huh's'," pointed out May. "One or two is just enough but three . . . whoa buddy!" Wally ignored May and continued his rant, "I think you tried to attempt homicide!" Professor Birch raised an eyebrow. "And why so?" he scoffed. "Because you're the least suspicious and we all know that the least suspicious is always the killer!" Wally replied, smirking. "Am I right or am I right?" "Er, do we have to answer that?" Norman inquired, rubbing the back of his head. "No comment," May said simply. "I'm allergic to answering. . . questions," Steven replied weakly, coughing slightly. Wally rolled her eyes and paced the length of the desk. His emerald-colored eyes stared at the dusty wooden panels that covered the floor, his arms crossed at his back. The other suspects watched him dully, being reminded of those old mystery movies that were on late at night but then again, the room did have the right setting for it. "Ah ha!" Wally cried triumphantly, waking up a few people from their slumber. "I know why Professor Birch did it! I remember he shouted that he was going to bed . . . and despite the fact that you may have a woman or two that long for you Professor, I don't think you are the cheating type," Wally smirked, raising his eyebrows as the professor sweat-dropped. "And you could easily climb out your window and shoot Brendan." The professor shook his head. "There is the questions of how I got down two stories and where I got the gun seeing as I don't have one." "Ah . . . well," Wally paused and sat upon the cherry wood desk, stroking his chin. "You could of borrowed a gun . . . from NORMAN!" he pointed towards the Normal type gym leader and laughed mockingly. "You could of borrowed the gun from Mr. Maple here! Everyone knows that all gym leaders have a gun hidden somewhere for protection!" Norman sighed and rubbed his temples. "I told you once and I'll tell you again Wally. I haven't taken that gun out for years! I have never used a bullet on a person! That gun you saw last night was a fake! And if you must know, I left the party five minutes before May. I knew she wanted to 'talk' to Brendan by herself. Therefore, if I did help Professor Birch, it would be pretty hard for me to get outside the house without May being there." Wally frowned. "But-" he was cut off bu the door slamming open. An outraged Pokémon League Champion stood there, his ruby-red eyes burning with flames, a sling over his left arm. He marched angrily up to the green-haired trainer and pushed him off the desk. Wally landed hard on his back, his green eyes piercing into Brendan's own orbs. "What the friggin' heck was that for Birch!" he spat out, disgusted. "We're in the middle of discovering who shot you this morning ya know!" Brendan pointed an accusing finger at him, glowering ice cold daggers. "Don't bother anymore. I know who shot me. . . and I happen to be pointing to him right now!" Everyone in the room gasped except for Wally who only glared back in return. "And what proof do you have of this?" Wally inquired angrily. Brendan reached into his pocket and pulled out a ski mask. He turned it outside out with his right hand and showed everyone the inside of it. Green hairs were planted inside it as if they were pulled out when the mask was pulled off. Wally's eyes widened in horror. "Someone set me up!" he cried, jumping back onto his feet. "I didn't shoot you Brendan, honest!" "I think the one who was shot and was the only real witness knows more than you do Wood," the white-haired trainer retorted smartly. "Now its my turn to tell my story." "Oh joy, I can hardly wait," Wally rolled his eyes as he hopped back onto the desk. Brendan walked the length of the room and sat down next to his girlfriend. He sighed outwardly before starting his tale. "It was a dark, luminous night-" "I'm sorry Mr. Common Sense Man, how can it be both dark and luminous?" Wally interrupted. "If you look in Detective Tony's handheld thesaurus, the word 'luminous' means bright or beaming and the word dark is . . . well . . . dark!" "Like I was saying before I was rudely interrupted . . ." Brendan ignored Wally's comment, "after I said good night to May over here, with nickname and other things of course," he winked at May, who blushed in return, "I was about to go upstairs when the phone began to ring. Not wanting to wake my parents up, who were already asleep, I went to the kitchen and answered it. A man began to talk . . . his voice was deep or either muffled by a cloth. He kept asking me questions and I was only allowed to say 'yes' or 'no'. The voice's last question was, 'Are you afraid of death' or something like that and I answered yes. It then said, 'Then I suggest you duck' and then hung up on me. I was confused when I hung up the phone; I turned around and I saw a dark-" "Oh, was this shadow 'luminous' too Birch?" Wally smirked. "-looming shadow at my window." Brendan glowered at Wally. "I told him that I didn't sign autographs this early in the morning or late at night-" "Way to sound arrogant there Brendan." "-but it didn't move. I saw him raise something and using the moonlight as a guide, I saw a gun glint in the pale light. Thousands of thoughts ran through my head and suddenly, unbearable pain shot up through my shoulder. I collapsed and blacked-out. I awoke in the Chansey Hospital in Rustbaro like you all remember and that's my story." "But you see Mr. Birch, what does that have anything to do with Wally?" Detective Tony asked. "You're the detective, figure it out!" Brendan challenged. "Well, how is he suppose to figure it out when you don't explain yourself clearly?" Wally remarked. "You told us that you think that I shot you . . ." "And I have the proof!" Brendan replied as he waved the ski mask in the air. "A simple ski mask and a brush with a few strands of my hair could easily make that 'proof' you have there Birch!" Wally regarded, crossing his arms. "And your story only told the facts that we already know, not teach us anything new. While you may have the brain span of a gnat, not everyone in this room does too." Brendan only chuckled. "Ah but, as I do recall, you spent the night in one of your other friend's house in Littleroot right?" "So?" Wally questioned, confused. "Well, your as much likely a suspect as Norman, May, or my dad too! So don't tell them that just because they live near me, they are the most likely to also attempt murder. Because then you would also be accusing yourself. Your one of my biggest and worst rivals Wood and you have many reasons to try and kill me." "That is true," Wally admitted, "but still . . . no reason, no good." Brendan scowled coldly at his rival. "I've always wondered. . . how and where do you get all your information? Hmm . . .? You know too much for your own good Wood! Now doesn't that sound suspicious?" ----------------------------------------------------- Looks like were going back to Wally huh? Thanks for reading! LaTeR dAyZ! |
oh I'm so tired so I'll just make it short.
Wally DID IT! I have two suspect "sets": my previous, and Wally on his own. Wally knows way too much, and Brendan has that evidence, and it would be hard for Brendan to make that evidence when he didn't go away from the party and he was in hospital the rest of the time, so unless May or someone framed Wally and gave him an anonymous tip-off... Well, they do this in books: if they're doing something secret, they never tell their friends, so if they don't know, the knowledge can't be tortured out of them. *drumroll please* WE HAVE OUR CULPRIT! You made a few typos like Rustbaro instead of Rustboro, bu instead of by, and your instead of you're. Your is a possessive pronoun or whatever it's called, e.g. your story rocks. (Too true!) You're is a contraction for You are, like You are a great writer. (RL examples XD) So, that's all I have to say, the story's consistent to my last review so enough said. Good night and happy birthday to myself (OMG what am I coming to?) ~DP~ |
oh this is great!I cant help thinking brendan shot himself because if someone threatebed to kill may if he didnt or something like that.if what wally said was true
the "the most unlikly suspect is always the one that did it" then brendan did it I'm probabaly wrong though |
But who would kill them self? If someone threatend to kill May he could kill the person who said it not him self. If you ask me I say Norman did it he is so calm about it like he doesn't care what happends.*dun dun dun dunnnnnnnnn* Norman is guilty!
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Besides he's the only one with a gun and he could be lieng about saying he hasn't pulled it out in 5 years. I'd say about 5 minutes.
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Nice Breez. Good suspense and cliffhangers you have. Also like someone else said, it's Rustboro not Rustbaro.
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haha cant wait for more.
yeah I read some of that Realizing Fate fic.thats what made me think maybe that would happen. |
Please write the last one!!!
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Zigzagoon shot him! :P
Ph33r Zigzagoon and it's vaguely embarassed look o.o |
MORE MORE! ENCORE! ENCORE! Wow I love this! Take your time! I love this FF!
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yep this is great!!can't seem to figure out who's the most suspicios though.all them were prolly in on it.
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I knew I posted here! >> Chapter 8 coming up! ^_^ Have I posted this before, it feels like it heh. ^^;
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter VIII: Brendan raised an eyebrow and smirked, pacing the length of the redwoo table that Wally was sitting on. "Well Wood? Your information has to come from somewhere am I right?" He nodded. "Do you get your information from town gossip? Or are you always eyewitness? Or are you just creating these zany ideas in your tiny, little head?" Wally sucked in his cheeks. "I did not make up anything that I just said today! I don't lie unlike some people in this room. . ." He cast a dark glance. "I'm just saying Birch, maybe for some things, I was eyewitness, and other information might just be very detailed and specific rumors going around but I wouldn't make up anything to get someone else in trouble and to protect my own arse." "By saying that statement, you are aware that you are accusing yourself of being the attempted killer?" Brendan asked thoughtfully. Wally nodded. "Yes." The room filled with gasps; squeaks of chairs scraping on the wooden floor were heard the people sitting in them pushed backwards, trying to get as far away from the green-haired trainer and possibly, the attempted murderer. Officer Jacob fingered the trigger of gun that was still in his gun holder and Detective Tony was busy scribbling down notes on a yellow notepad. Wally smiled evilly. "So Brendan, think that your all smart, finding out that I am the killer. . . or least thinking that I am the killer." Wally trailed his finger in circles on the small wooden desk. "Let's just say that May purposely lost to you during the Championship battle? There is proof that she did and yada yada yada and she couldn't deny it. Now, this information got to you. Would you believe it if you thought it?" "I do not get what your getting with this but yes, I would believe what I believe," Brendan answered, puzzlement etched all over his face. "Now if you were to tell me what you thought - though I'd ever doubt you confined your thoughts to me in the first place - and I accidently told May with you around, would you deny or agree?" Wally asked, wiping the dust onto his khaki pants. "I would deny of course! I mean, no offense May, I wouldn't want you to get mad at me for accusing you of losing on purpose!" Brendan laughed nervously to himself as May gave him a death glare. "I see." Wally grinned jubilantly. "Congrats Brendan! You just proved my point!" "Oh," Brendan laughed, "and what would your point be anyways?" "That you lie to make things your way," Wally responded, the grin spreading across his face if possible, "and don't even think of switching for that not only proves that you like to deny even more, it also proves that you want the easiest way out of things. Besides, if you had chosen agree, you would be saying that you accept all my 'zany' ideas. So ha! I win, you lose!" "And what does this have to do with anything?" Brendan tried to change the subject. "That doesn't prove that you aren't the killer." "Yes it does," Wally retorted. "Let's admit it Birch, you hate me the most out of all the people in this room. With that question I asked, it proves that you deny things in order for it to change something, good or bad. While you denied who the real killer was by blaming it on me, it protects the people that you do like and love. I find denying bad but for the reason for doing so is good. But. . ." he trailed off, "I believe you catch my drift by now don't you think?" Brendan frowned, "I would give you the finger if my arm wasn't in a sling." "You have two arms you know," Wally countered. "Though I would find it rather amazing if you did know how to count them. Ready. . . one. . . two! Good job! You get a cookie!" "At least my hair isn't green . . ." Brendan mumbled under his breath. "At least I'll still have hair when I'm fifty," Wally retorted, "unlike you who's hair is already turning white!" "I was born like this!" "Boys!" Professor Birch barked sharply. "That's enough!" Wally and Brendan only deepened the intense staring contest between then, the air in the room growing tense, the musky, dusty smell in the room not helping one bit. Only when Wally stuck out his tongue and formed devil horns on his head with his hands was when the stress diminished. "So maybe I don't know if you did try to shoot me," Brendan admitted, "but still Wally. . . still. . ." "Yes Brendan, still. . ." Wally shook his head. "No matter what I do, not matter what you say, there is going to be that 'still' roaming around in your head. And there's nothing I can do to stop it. . . but speaking of which, I still think it is your old man over there Birch." Brendan glowered, feeling insulted, "My dad? My dad wouldn't even harm a Nincada! And I especially know that he wouldn't try to hurt me!" "That's right!" Professor Birch defended. "Quite true; your 'Birch' bond is strong and perhaps indestructible. . ." Wally trailed off. "To others anyways. You Birch's must know the secrets of how to untie those strong knots that hold your family together. And who better then the 'man of the house'?" "Yes Wally, my family does have a special connection between each other," Professor Birch retaliated. "And you are correct that it is practically indestructible, but not one of us would ever want to break it. Ever." "And the fact that you announce to the party that your going to bed early. . .?" "Its so that no one would interrupt me. I wanted to get enough sleep so that I wouldn't be tired at the now postponed Pokemaster's Brunch. Most of the other professor's from the other cities and continents were going to be there so I had to look my best and I didn't want to slip into dreamland when I was giving my speech . Its rather impolite if you start to snore and drool on the table. . ." Wally tapped his fingers lightly on the desk, "Right Professor. I'll believe you for now." Professor Birch smiled, "And when did you become the detective of this case?" "Ever since Detective Tony was beginning to do a lousy job. . . which is like the first minute we've met him," Wally laughed, smirking at the real detective. Detective Tony crossed his arms and scowled, "Well, I didn't have much of a chance seeing as you would never shut up." "True. . ." Wally admitted, "but guess what? I have another suspect. . ." he glared suspiciously around the room. "Someone you would never expect. . ." "Again?" May slapped her forehead and ran her hand down her face. "We're running out of people Wally! The only people you didn't questioned is Officer Jacob and Detective Tony! We all know they didn't shoot B Boy seeing as they didn't even know about the party til now." She smiled nervously at the two authorities. "Sorry about that," she laughed. "None taken." Officer Jacob smiled. "Eh, I actually have a life to go to a little kid's party," Detective Tony simpered. He noticed the dark glances coming from the three trainer's eyes, "I was joking! Sheesh, kids these days. . ." "Anyways," Wally started, "I think the new suspect would be-" "That wall over there Wallace?" Brendan joked. "No. . ." Wally trailed off. "You." Brendan snorted. "Me? Why would I want to shoot myself? That's stupid, even for me! Did I just insult myself?" "Yes you did," Wally agreed, "and there are many reasons why you would shoot yourself. . ." "For example?" Wally drummed his fingers on the desk again, "Oh you know. . . you've had been getting a lot of attention lately seeing as you did win the Hoenn League. . ." "Your point?" Wally glared at the window where streams of sunlight where pouring in between the window's blinds, "I'm just saying Birch, your getting attention NOW. . . but what happens later when everyone forgets or when someone else gets crowned Pokemon Master?" "I don't know!" Brendan exclaimed, his lips pursing. "I was hoping that everyone would remember me. . ." "Question," Wally replied. "Do you know who Red is?" "Uh duh." "How about Gold?" "Of course." "Silver?" "Yes Wood . . ." "And Green?" "Haha, poor kid but yeah, I do." "Well that's good, you seem to know practicably all the famous people of today," Wally paused, "but you Brendan. . . you haven't seen to have done anything special." "I've defeated Team Magma!" Brendan growled. "And I've seen, not to mentioned I've seen Groudon too!" "Yes, that's true," Wally acknowledged, "but. . . another question. Do you know who Crystal is?" "Uh. . ." "What about Blue?" "Isn't that what some people think who Green is?" "Yellow?" "Well, I-" "And do you know who Orange is?" "Oh I know this one! She was the one who went to the Orange Islands, found a family of captured Lugias, released them, and won the League right?" "Brendan . . ." May trailed off before shouting, "THERE ISN'T EVEN AN ORANGE!" "I knew that." Brendan sweat-dropped. "I was just testing you guys!" "The point is," Wally interrupted the couple's bickering, "there are plenty of people out there that have seen legendaries and plenty of Pokemon Masters that have done great things. But only a few were remembered. You want to be remembered and knowing your arrogant, cocky attitude, you always want to be the center of attention, in the spotlight, always trying to get people to pay attention to you. But you did know that all the fame and glory would die in at least three months! So what would happen to you now?" "I . . ." Brendan trailed off. "So you decided to shoot yourself!" Wally rambled. "You thought, 'Hey, maybe if I shoot myself, people will remember me!' so you took a gun shot yourself in the arm! Where you got the gun is another mystery that I will crack sooner or later . . ." "Uh, jackarse!" Brendan slapped his forehead with his only working arm. "The window in my house is broken because of a bullet from a gun! How do you explain that, 'detective'?" "You could of easily shot the window down and then yourself so it would look like someone shot you . . ." Wally murmured. "And the fact that the broken glass was found INSIDE my house?" Brendan brought up. "Good point . . ." Wally confessed. "May told us that she awoke to a gun shot . . ." "Yes a gun shot," Brendan piped up. "As in one." "I actually awoke from glass shattering," May admitted. "Not a gunshot . . ." "Ah ha!" Wally smirked. "You could of shot down the window, picked up the broken pieces, threw them directly under the window outside and then shot yourself!" "That's . . . ugh!" Brendan glowered at the green-haired trainer. "That doesn't make sense! May, what time did you find me this morning?" "At least fifteen minutes when I left your house . . ." May answered. "Like I said, I took a quick shower then went to bed, waking up five minutes later to glass shattering." "That wouldn't be enough time to place all the glass outside my window!" Brendan stated, scowling. "Fine!" Wally huffed as he jumped back onto his feet. "Maybe its not you then!" The room was tense and quiet until May piped up. "But then who's left?" -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ::shrugs at the Pokemon Champion parts:: Eh, too lazy to use the real info seeing as I forgot most of it. . . and also too lazy to look it up. . . yep lol. Well thanks for reading and review. ^^ LaTeR dAyZ! |
This is awesome. Hope you write more chaps. It leaves a big mystery on who's behind it. Personally I think Wally knows who did it, but doesn't want to say who it is. He knows quite a bit.
But those are opinions. |
Um, I'm allowed to bump as long as its a chapter right? Correct me if I'm wrong ja?
Disclaimer: I don't own Pokémon or any related characters. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter IX: "But then who is left?" May repeated, her eyes resting on the wooden floor. "Another gym leader? A close friend? A fanatic of B Boy? A stalker? A hater?" "Your mama," Wally replied, fiddling with some papers on Detective Tony's desk. "Hey, that's mean!" May retorted, scowling. "What?" Wally asked curiously. "My mama too . . ." "It seems as though we have run out of suspects but we still have plenty of clues to find and many questions to be answered." Detective Tony stroked his chin thoughtfully. "You may all leave now . . ." "What?" Norman asked, confused. "Your just letting us . . . leave like that?" "Not unless you have something else to say Mr. Maple, but yes, you can leave," Detective Tony said cooly. "Just don't leave Hoenn. We will track you down if you do. I'll call you back later if I need you." "Yes sir," Norman mocked as he opened the door and walked out. "See you back home May?" "In a little bit dad," the girl trainer answered. She walked over to her dad. "I think I'm going to do some shopping to get rid of this stress. Buy a new shirt, get some new dolls for my secret base, the usual." "Just don't spend all your money like last time. We don't need another credit card bill that reaches from the ceiling to the floor again because you were 'relieving your stress'." Norman rolled his eyes and left with his daughter, leaving four of the six remaining suspects. "Yeah, I think its time I left to go see my aunt and cousin again," Wally shook his head. "I find it better to explain things to them in person then on the phone." He jumped off the desk and exited the room. "Wish me luck!" "I hope they bite your head off!" Brendan said cheerfully. "Whatever." Professor Birch swiftly stood up from the wooden seat. "Yes, I better get back to the Pokémon Center. Mrs. Birch must be worried." And with a slight wave of his hand, he swiftly walked out of the dusky room and into the brightly lit hallways of the police station. "You leaving too Steven?" Officer Jacob asked as Steven got up from the dusty black couch. "I guess so," the former champion replied, stretching his arms. "I think I'm going to visit my dad at the Devon Corporation and see if he got the dream interpreter working yet. I wanna see what my Aggron dreams about." He strolled calmly out of the room. "Good bye Officer Jacob. . . Fat Tony." "I'm not fat!" Detective Tony retorted as a chuckling Steven left. "Am I?" "Maybe he watches a lot of mafia movies," Officer Jacob said with a shrug. He smirked. "Anyways, now that everyone is gone, why don't we go and watch that por-" "Shut. Up," Detective Tony retorted, frustrated with the playful police officer. "There is no . . . you know what on this tape." "Then why did you fast forward it?" Officer Jacob said smugly. "Because I didn't want the kids to see!" "Ah, so there is por-" "I said shut it! And no, there isn't any po- anything like that on this tape like I said so go feed your perverted dreams some place else!" "Ok, fine, whatever, so why did you fast forward it, detective?" --- "Altaria!" Wally released his graceful bird Pokemon from her Pokeball. "Time to get some more clues! And what better place than where it happened? Littleroot Town!" he hopped onto his Flying type. Altaria majestically floated into the air, no motion of her flapping her wings, but then again, her wings were covered in puffy, soft clouds. Altaria raised to a high altitude before shooting off straight towards the small town; Wally had to hold on tightly if he didn't want to fall off. A few minutes later, the bird and boy arrived in the tiny town of Littleroot. Altaria landed gracefully on the soft dirt floor but Wally wasn't so lucky; he flew head first into the someone's mailbox. Wally groaned as he fell onto his back, eyes cast upward to the sky. "Ow. . ." Altaria hummed a little note, her eyes flashing playfully. The green-haired trainer rolled back up to his feet and smirked. "It's not that funny Altaria, you did that on purpose!" Altaria burred again, her cloud-like feathers ruffling. "Oh, so now your saying that you did do it on purpose?" Wally asked playfully. Altaria nodded her head, humming another musical note. "Ah, well, you can't always get your Pokémon to agree with you I suppose." Wally shrugged and returned his Pokémon to her Pokéball. "Now to get some clues!" The young trainer walked past a few Professor Birch's Laboratory and walked up the hill toward Brendan's house. His eyes were greeted by the sight of police cars. "Well apparently other people have the same idea as I do," he stated as he walked down the hill to Brendan's house. "Excuse me." He tapped a police officer's shoulder. "What's going on mister?" "What do you think kid?" the police officer said in a gruff voice. "We are investigating of course! We're trying to collect some evidence, question neighbors, the whole piece of cake!" "The whole piece of cake?" Wally asked, bewildered. "Never heard of that one before. Isn't it the whole enchilada or something like that?" "The point is kid," the police officer rolled his eyes, ignoring Wally's comment, "we're trying to find out who shot Brendan Birch this morning." The emerald-eyed trainer also rolled his eyes at this moronic statement. "You and the rest of the Hoenn region," he muttered under his breath. Glancing up, he noticed the disdain look on the police officer's face. Smiling innocently, he asked, "Oh, and have you found anything?" The officer thought for a minute, resting a finger on his chin. "Actually- wait, why the heck am I telling you this?" The police officer slapped his forehead in annoyance. "The information I know needs to stay undercover . . . for now anyways. We don't want it to spread like wildfire now do we?" "Why would it matter, the media is going to find out soon enough and then everyone will know then!" Wally argued, crossing his arms. "Well . . . uh . . ." the police officer answered weakly as he began to sweat. "You see kid-" "And does your information really have to stay undercover or are you just saying that, hoping to keep this annoying kid, also known as me, away?" the boy trainer smirked, running a hand through his olive-green hair. "Do you find me annoying? Am I annoying? Why do I keep asking questions? Am I freak or something? Why is the sky blue? Why is my hair green-ish looking? How come you wanted to be a police officer? Why not a firemen? Are you dating a Officer Jenny? Where is the nearest bathroom? Can you speak French? What happens if we drown in our own tears? Do fools fall in love? How much wood can a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood? Can you rub your head and pat your stomach? Can you touch your toes, eat your nose or however that saying goes? Is that even a saying? Why do I keep ranting to myself? Are you listening to me? Hello? HELLO?" The officer had his fingers plugged into the ear sockets while he began to hum to himself. He saw that Wally's mouth stopped moving and decided it was safe. Slowly, he pulled his fingers out of his ears. "Finally kid, I thought you would never shut-" "How come words come out of your mouth but they sound like, 'blah blah blah'? How many cups of sugar does it take to get to the moon? I see dead people, do you? Why did the chicken cross the road? If a Mightyena and a Delcatty mate, what would you get? If two plus two is four, then what is the square root of two-thousand and four? If you had a piece of gum, would you chew it or would you keep it for later? Can you prove a circle is a circle? What are these, 'birds and the bees' anyways? Did you know my name backwards is Yllaw? Did you know that flowers smell like yucky sometimes? If you have a clogged nose, what would you do? WHAT WOULD YOU DO?" "I'm getting out of here!" the police officer rang, his hands covering his ears. Wally laughed, smirking. "Sucker!" ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Gotta cut it in half since my chapter is too long (surprisingly). o.0 LaTeR dAyZ! |
And the rest of the chapter . . .
----------------------------------------------------------------------- May Maple sighed as she ran the tips of her fingers on the smooth cold glass of a window. Another day, another Pokédoll. "No new dolls . . ." May muttered under her breath as she looked through a Rustbaro store's window. "Torchic, got that, Marill, got that, Seedot, got it, Skitty, have that, ooh what's this!" she gasped in delight. "An Azuril doll! Latias, it's so cute! I just have to get it!" She rushed toward the store's door when a icy cold hand clenched and locked itself onto her upper arm. May jumped up in fright, feeling goose bumps run up and down her skin. "Hey, let go!" she cried, trying to pry the stranger's hands off. "Who are you!" Through the black ski mask, May could see the strange man smirk, his crimson-red eyes sparkling with mischief. "You do not know who I am Miss Maple?" he inquired, chuckling. "I surely know you." "Let go!" the girl trainer cried fiercely, her sapphire-blue eyes glowing with anger. May reached down for a Pokéball. "Perhaps this will help you! Go Flare-" "I wouldn't do that if I were you Miss Maple," the stranger warned. "Don't want to cause trouble do you? Alert the media? Catch people's eyes?" "Maybe I do!" May shouted angrily. The mysterious man just smiled smugly again. "Let me add one more. . . Alert the media, catch people's eyes, bring your little boyfriend here," he laughed, "and in his condition, who knows. . . It would be your fault if you get him hurt again wouldn't it?" May growled but slowly placed Flare's Pokéball back onto her belt loop. "That's it," the stranger chuckled evilly again. "Now where was I before I was rudely interrupted? Oh yes, you don't know me then huh?" "Of course not idiot!" May yelled, enraged. "Even if I did, I wouldn't know seeing as you are wearing a **** ski mask over your face!" "Oh, how stupid of me!" the man chortled wickedly. Using his free hand, he removed the mask away from his face. "Now do you recognize me?" he questioned, throwing the ski mask behind his back. "I'm sure you do." "Maxie!" May cried but her mouth was quickly covered by Maxie's other hand. "Quiet girl!" Maxie barked furiously as he pushed May forward to start walking. "You don't want people to look now do we?" "Mmm hmm!" May hummed indignantly. Maxie led her towards an alley way between two stores. Sneering, he let go of her and pushed her into a wall. May used her hands to pushed herself off the wall. Quickly turning around, she looked around the Team Magma leader but couldn't find an escape. Backing up into the brick wall as Maxie began to advance on her was her only choice. "Wha- what do you want with me?" she managed to get out. May reached down toward her backside to get a Pokéball but found none. "What the-?" "Looking for these?" Maxie tossed up a Pokéball in his hand. Reaching out into his pocket, he pulled out five others. "Oh, are these yours too? Well aren't you careless, placing your Pokéballs behind you for Groudon's sake!" He returned the Pokéballs back into his pants' pocket. "Now I'll give you back your precious little Pokémon if you answer some questions for me." May frowned, her eyes narrowed with suspicion. "Such as . . .?" "Number one," Maxie started, "from what I've overheard from people in town is that Brendan Birch got shot in the left arm. Am I right?" May nodded. "Yes, go on." "Who shot him exactly?" Maxie questioned as he leaned onto a brick wall. "We're not to clear on that detail," May answered sharply, focusing her eyes on the busy streets in front of her. "It was earlier this morning and no one was really around. I left moments ago, a few minutes after everyone else left the celebration party. Brendan got shot by someone outside through a window after he finished a phone call with someone with a deep, hoarse voice. I saved him minutes later when I heard glass breaking. And why do you want to know? Brendan betrayed you remember?" "For you information Miss Maple," Maxie retorted, a small smirk forming on his face. "He wouldn't of even thought of betraying me in the first place if a former Team Aqua Member over here convinced him to do so." He crossed his arms and stared into the distance. "I want to know because he is, after all, a Team Magma Admin." "He was a Team Magma Admin," May corrected, "and if you remember, there was another Team Magma Member that betrayed you. . . they probably convinced him to rebel against you also." Maxie just shrugged at this remark. "Have it your way then Maple. But I wouldn't snap too much if I were you, I still have your Pokémon remember?" "I remember!" May growled through clenched teeth. Maxie laughed. "How easily trainers today get so angry! I'ts quite remarkable really." Maxie pocketed his hands. "So Miss Maple, who do think tried to kill Brendan Birch earlier this morning? Wally perhaps? Your dad? The former Pokémon Leader? Maybe you even?" May snorted. "And why should I tell you who I think shot Brendan?" "Because I'm curious." Maxie's eyes narrowed. May shook her head. "Well, right now I think you are the one that shot Brendan!" "Me?" The Team Magma Leader pointed to himself and laughed. "That's a good one Miss Maple! Me try to kill Brendan Birch?" "Yes! You have the right reasons to too!" "Yes, it is true that I have every reason in the book to kill Brendan Birch," Maxie agreed, "but I also have a reason to kill everyone in the blasted world and yet I haven't. Hurting Brendan Birch is like signing a death contract with myself especially since he is the new Champion. I know my priorities as much as that is hard to believe though I do know someone who doesn't know when to quit." "So you know then?" May inquired, bewildered by the Team Magma Leader. "Who do you think called and warned Brendan earlier this morning?" Maxie snorted. "This attempted murder was kept tightly under wraps. Even I had a hard time finding out this one." "So are you going to tell me or not?" May demanded, pushing herself up from the wall. Maxie shook his head. "I see all, I know all," he said cooly. "You, on the other hand, need to find out by yourself." He placed May's six Pokéballs onto a garbage can as he swiftly turned toward the entrance of the alley. "Remember Miss Maple, it's easy to get angry but it takes more to keep cool. Trust no one, question everything, and always be on your guard. You never know what will happen if you don't . . ." --- Detective Tony shook his head as he stopped the tape. Pressing play, he glared at the officer. "I fast forwarded it when the others were here because . . ." "Oh please tell me, I'm just dying to find out!" Officer Jacob said sarcastically as he rolled his eyes. "I fast forwarded the tape because it would make them jump to conclusions!" Detective Tony snapped, frustrated with his partner. "If they saw this part of the tape, they would go all out on the suspect!" "How would you know this?" Officer Jacob asked, perplexed. "You only looked at the tape for like ten seconds before fast forwarding!" "I did look at the tape before the suspects saw it you idiot!" "Wait . . . what?" Detective Tony slapped his forehead and ran his hand down his face. "Why the hell did you become a officer if you have no common sense?" "I only did it for the free donuts," Officer Jacob laughed. He noticed the odd look the detective was giving him. "What? I was kidding! And I did understand the question! Sheesh, calm down." "I'm calm!" the detective snapped. "Uh huh," the police officer rolled his eyes. "Anyways . . ." he directed his eyes toward the television, "what will make everyone jump to conclusions?" "This." Detective Tony paused the tape and pointed towards a man in a white shirt and black pants. "Do you know this man?" "Noooo . . ." Officer Jacob answered slowly. "What?" The detective scratched his head. "He was just here with the other sus- oh, wrong person!" Detective Tony bit his lip and pointed to another man. "Now let me try again. Do you recognize this man? Steven isn't it?" Officer Jacob smiled smugly. "Nope, that's some woman." "What?" Detective Tony turned around to face the television but saw he was pointing at Steven. "I'm pointing at Steven you dolt!" "Well, it's not like I can see him!" the officer argued back. "Your bloody big head is in the way!" Detective Tony groaned and slapped his forehead again. "Whatever, alright, it's Steven! Now pay attention to the rest of the tape!" Snd with that, the detective pressed the 'Play' button. On the tape, Brendan was cutting the congratulation cake that his mother baked for him, ignoring the comments that the Wally kid was giving him. He placed a piece of cake on a plate and gave it to May who smiled and gave it to another person behind her. "And . . . what does this have to do with Steven?" Officer Jacob asked as he raised an eyebrow. "All he's doing is standing there, waiting for his turn for cake. Oh Latios, that does look suspicious now that I look at it twice. Perhaps the gun is in the cake! Run like there's a mountain lion behind you Brendan!" "Quiet you!" Detective Tony barked. "Just keep watching Steven!" Meanwhile on the tape, Brendan was giving Norman a piece of cake, but Steven on the other hand gave a note to the man behind him who read it and slipped in Steven's open hand a gun. "Bloody hell, he's got a gun too!" Officer Jacob remarked as Steven on the tape put the gun in his pocket. "Too bad then." "Too bad then?" Detective Tony shouted, stopping the tape with a closed fist. "What do you mean 'too bad then?' Steven has a bloody gun for Rayquaza's sake!" "So?" Officer Jacob answered cooly. "What is your point? Do you not remember the trick gun that Norman said that he was supposedly suppose to pulled on Brendan with but didn't? We also witnessed the same trick with Mr. Wood today when he used his own fake gun to squirt black ink at Miss Maple. Perhaps one of those guns is Steven's. There is also the fact that Mr. Stone is another Pokémon Master like Mr. Birch. And remember what Steven said today? 'All Pokémasters had an idiotic prank pulled on them.' Maybe he was going to pull a prank on Brendan but he was going to let Norman do it for him!" "But do you not remember what Wally said?" Detective Tony argued. "He said that Norman had his own fake gun when he was talking with Brawly and Flannery, two other gym leaders! That was a long time after the cake." "So?" Officer Jacob eyed the detective oddly. "So?" the detective scoffed. "So it means that Steven had no time to give Norman his fake gun! Steven had to leave early like at ten at night or something to help get things for the Pokemon Master's Brunch that was suppose to happen today remember?" "But that also proves that Steven had no way to shoot Brendan last night!" the officer retaliated quickly. "The brunch was supposedly suppose to take place at Ever Grande, the beginning of the end of their Hoenn journey for trainers. Ever Grande and Littleroot is a long distance." "Not if you have a flying type and a bloody fast one too. Like Steven's Skarmony." --- Wally poked his head in between some bushes outside of Brendan's house but found nothing except for broken twigs and Taillow poop. He fell back and sat down on the dirt path, staring up into the blue sky. "This is hopeless," Wally muttered under his breath, watching a flock of Swellows fly by. "No clues, no nothing! And like those police officers are going to tell me anything anyways." "Perhaps you need to ask someone else," a voice piped up from behind him. "Someone who will actually give you information." Wally stood up and turned around. He raised and eyebrow, observing the boy. The boy was about his height and probably around the same age. He wore a purple vest over a black long-sleeved shirt and light green pants that draped over his black shoes. His dark green haired ruffled slightly in the wind. "Who are you?" Wally asked, slowly reaching for a Pokéball on his belt loop, "and why the hell is your hair greener than mine? Wait, should I be mad about that?" "If you want to be," the boy replied. "I'm Drew. And you are?" "Wally Wood," Wally answered back. "What are you doing here?" "I've heard about the new Pokémon League Champion for Hoenn got shot in the left arm and I wanted to see if it was true," Drew replied cooly. "Though I don't care much for battling, I'm more of a Pokémon Coordinator." He smirked in pride. "Ah . . ." Wally nodded, "good to know then." "Isn't it?" Wally paused for a minute. 'The ski mask!' he thought. 'The ski mask that Brendan found! It had green hair in it! Much darker green hair than mine . . . Just like Drew's! Is it possible that he's the attempted killer? But that's impossible! I don't think Brendan knows a Drew . . . but since when do you need to know someone before trying to kill them anyways?' "Do you know Brendan Birch?" Wally blurted. He quickly slapped a hand over his mouth. Drew raised an eyebrow and shoved his hands into his pockets. "Can't say I'm really good friends with him," he responded. "I met him through May Maple." "You know May Maple?" Wally inquired, crossing his arms. "Yeah," Shuu grumbled. "Don't tell her but she's one of my hardest competitors to beat. Her and that Beautifly of hers . . ." Wally smirked. "Oh, are you that kid that gave May a rose once?" "No!" Drew replied quickly as turning his head, a slight blush appearing on his cheeks. "The rose was for her Beautifly, not her." "Uh huh," Wally laughed, noticing Shuu's flushed cheeks. "And the fact that your blushing?" "It's really hot out isn't it?" Wally shook his head and looked up at the sky, thinking again. 'Drew told me that May is one of his worst rival's in the Pokémon Contests. Perhaps trying to kill her boyfriend might of effected her skills . . . That is if she goes back into competing. And he blushed and was very touchy when I mentioned that rose. Maybe he was trying to kill Brendan to get May?' Wally looked at Drew who was still trying to hide the blush on his cheeks. 'I don't know but all I know is that I better keep a close eye on this Drew boy . . .' ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Hope you enjoyed. LaTeR dAyZ! |
I wub how my fanfic doesn't get bumped back too badly here. ^_^
Enjoy! ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter X: "A bloody bird can't fly that fast!" Officer Jacob retaliated quickly as he paused the tape. "It's not humanly, or in this case, Pokémon-ly possible to fly from Ever Grande to Littleroot in a matter of a few minutes!" Detective Tony scowled at the police man, eyebrow raised. "The shooting took place at four in the morning remember? If Steven left at ten at night, like I've said before, he would of spent at least two or three hours preparing the brunch. So let's see if you can add shall we? Ten plus three equals?" "I get it, I get it!" Officer Jacob said coldly. He took his hat off his head and leaned on the desk. "It would be midnight or one o' clock by the time Steven finished with the decorations and preparations for the party. That would leave him three to four hours to fly back to Littleroot and supposedly try to commit homicide on young Mr. Birch." "Exactly." The detective snapped his fingers. "Bloody hell Mr. Jacob Scott, I think you've got it!" "Oh shut up Mr. Anthony Peterson, I do not need your sarcasm right now." Officer Jacob rolled his eyes in an annoyed manner. "Now there is the matter of WHY Mr. Steven Stone would shoot Mr. Birch isn't there? To the simple-minded like yourself," he ignored the glare the detective gave him, "it would be obvious that Mr. Stone would want to kill Mr. Birch to get his revenge for stealing his title and getting all the glory." "Exactly again officer." Detective Tony nodded. "But!" Officer Jacob held out a hand to stop the detective. "Mr. Steven Stone has been beaten before hasn't he? Why didn't Mr. Stone try to commit homicide on the last Pokémon League Champion? It would seem that there is more to Mr. Steven Stone then what meets the simple-minded, eh Mr. Peterson? Mr. Stone must hold some kind of grudge against Mr. Brendan Birch in order for him to try to murder him. It is possible, detective, that Steven could of been the one to shoot at young Brendan but not for those obvious reasons that roam around inside your tiny, microscopic, little head of yours." "But Officer Jacob," Detective Tony retorted back quickly, "there are plenty of other reasons why Mr. Steven Stone wanted to murder Mr. Brendan Birch." "Really?" The officer raised an eyebrow, surprised. "Do tell." "Let us pretend that I am Mr. Brendan Birch right now," the detective stated, "and you are Mr. Steven Stone. Now let us say that I, Brendan Birch, am acting really cocky, really arrogant, really egotistical-" "We get it 'Brendan'." "Ah yes, pardon me. Now where was I? Oh yes . . . now I am Brendan Birch, and you are Steven Stone. I, Brendan, acted really arrogant after I won the battle against you. Prancing around, screaming, dancing, chanting that I won, normal behavior for a new-born Pokémon Champion isn't it? Well let's say you, Steven, got frustrated with it and got pushed over the edge . . . You broke through your mental barrier finally." "Surely I, Steven, would be use to it by now." "Perhaps, perhaps not. Okay, back to ourselves now." The detective rubbed his chin, thinking things over. "Now as you know seeing as you were smart enough to string together that 'there must be another reason to as why Steven would try to commit homicide' issue, you surely must know that you have to be calm and collected to be a Pokémon Champion, especially the one defending every blasted champion in the entire region. You've got to be prepared to lose, or ready to win. You can't get your hopes to high, but you can't let losing lower you down either. Steven is a calm and collected guy as we all know. But what if Brendan's win pushed him over the edge? Steven has been defeated by some other trainers, much like Brendan himself . . . How would you feel if you lost against some middle-class rookie trainers in less than an hour?" "Not too good I admit," Officer Jacob confessed. "So are you saying that Steven finally cracked after the battle with Brendan?" "I suppose so Mr. Jacob, I suppose so . . ." --- With eyes cast down toward the ground, the young white-haired champion, known as Brendan Birch, walked around the city of Rustbaro, every now and then signing a fan's autograph book, menu from a restaurant, or some people's arm with his good hand. Without realizing it, the trainer strayed into the shadows of the Devon Corporation and instantly saw the swish of a man's cloak, hearing his shoes stamping down on the asphalt streets. Curious, the ruby-eyed trainer followed, keeping hot on the stranger's tracks. Brendan skid across the sidewalks, causing the smell of burning rubber to fill his nose. "What is this place?" the boy asked himself as he looked up at the building. The building was definitely old and broken down from years of aging bring the name of "Rustboro" to good use. It was pretty big compared to himself but smaller compared to the Devon Corporation and the other new buildings in the area, causing this building to be overshadowed by them. Broken glass littered the base of the floor, probably from kids throwing rocks at the windows, and the door was sealed shut except for a small crawl space just enough for the average man to get into. "Maybe it was part of the Devon Corps.," Brendan suggested, "or maybe it's just a run-down building. Whatever, not like I really care." Brendan slowly trailed closer to the building. "It's not like I'm curious." He peeked his head through a window without its glass. "It's not like I'm gonna crawl through that small crawl hole at the bottom of the door to see if that guy is in there or whatever." The white-haired trainer trotted over to the door and got on his knees. Using his one good arm, he managed to pull himself into the building. "Great!" Brendan got back up on his feet after he crawled through the small hole, slapping his forehead soon after. "I've gotta stop listening to myself!" The Champion examined the room with careful eyes. This place was apparently an old hotel for it had a lobby desk and old red carpet decorated with circles, squares and other shapes. An old elevator shaft was to his left, right next to a hallway of dark shadows. "I have been waiting for you Mr. Birch. . ." a voice echoed through an empty hallway. "Who's there?" Brendan demanded, his eyes darting back and forth. He reached out for a Pokéball. "Show yourself coward!" The voice only laughed in reply, "Your quite the funny boy aren't you Mr. Birch? Smart, great with Pokémon, and, of course, the new Pokémon Champion. Of course you need humor to smooth things over don't you boy? Of course you need this humor to hide your fear. You're REEKING in it right now aren't you Mr. Brendan Birch? I can smell your fear, TASTE it even. I can feel it running in your veins right now." Brendan growled in return. "If I am the coward, how come you won't come out of the shadows!" The voice hissed back in return like an Ekans in distress. "Hiding in the shadows does not make one this so-called coward Mr. Birch. It's the fools that create the fear that are the cowards. Fear, panic, alarm . . . It is not the surrounding nor the creatures with it that start the fear. It's the person who is reacting to it that triggers it. Yes you, Mr. Birch, have created the fear that rests in the pit of your stomach, that runs through your thoughts, not I. I am just a lone person waiting . . . waiting for you that is." "Oh?" Brendan raised an eyebrow, an angry scowl plastered on his face. "And why, pray tell, do you wait for me?" "Questions, Mr. Birch, questions," the voice replied calmly. "You have created utter chaos through the entire Hoenn Region. I do not know how one simple bullet wound to the arm could cause such commotion. Plenty of people die, some in their sleep, some from unknown reasons, and some for heroic actions, yet it does not create this . . . turmoil that the small little gunshot wound on your left shoulder created. What makes you so special from the rest? What made you want to pull that trigger in the first place?" "I did not pull the trigger!" Brendan retaliated, his forehead furrowing in his anger, his nose wrinkling in disgust. The voice cackled. "Believe what you want to believe Mr. Birch, but in my eyes, and possibly everyone else's though they are too blind to see it, you might as been the one to pull the trigger. Like everything in this world, everything is triggered by emotion. Why people get killed, why wars get started . . . The emotions anger, hatred, despite and others such like those three trigger it. Why people fall in love? Happiness, bliss, and the word love itself triggers it." Brendan shook his head. "Emotion does not trigger everything." "But it does in most cases doesn't it Mr. Birch?" the voice countered back. "Now as for why someone would try to kill you . . . Oh, there are plenty of emotions behind that one, each one held by different people. Jealously, Wally Wood of course. Hatred, perhaps Steven Stone. Anger, Norman Maple without a doubt. Fear, maybe your dear old dad. And of course love, May Maple." "Love!" Brendan shouted ludicrously, stifling his laughter. "Why would love want or try to kill me?" "Love," the voice said back simply. "Love is such a funny word. How it can tie binds, bring two people close together . . . Yet you can fake love like every other emotion in this blasted world. Love brings two people closer together like I've said before. Perhaps young Miss Maple wanted you to be close to her . . . so she can stab you in the back that is!" "You're wrong!" Brendan roared, stomping his feet on the ground in protest. "May would never betray me!" "Are you sure about that Mr. Brendan?" the voice got louder and deeper. "Are you really sure about that? How much do you know about this girl and how many lies do you think she tells?" "SHUT UP!" Brendan shouted, his voice pentrating through the thick walls of the old building. "YOU'RE WRONG! May is not like that!" "Ah, but why are you getting so hyped up over this then?" "Because that's my girlfriend your making serious accusations about!" Brendan said sharply. "Ah yes, you're boyfriend with that girl aren't you?" the voice chuckled. "How pathetic. She got to you didn't you? Telling you lies of how she loves you, how she CARES for you, how she couldn't live without you! But reality check Mr. Birch! No one really cares, no one can really love, and everyone can live without knowing a single person in this world! Believe it or not Mr. Brendan Birch but it's true, admit it! I can read it in your soul; it's at the bottom of your heart! That girl has probably been giving you lies from the very beginning! She knew you would be something great so she tried to get to you from the very start! Seducing you, feeding you lies, trying to get you to love her so she can get to you . . . so she can rid of one of the strongest trainers in the world . . ." Brendan stayed silent, quite shocked by the voice's words. "Quiet eh? I must of gotten to you," the voice laughed once again. "Love is one of the strongest emotions out there. It can be unbreakable sometimes and it can hide the most darkest secrets and lies out there with its fluffy pink and white covering. It can fool even the smartest, it can trick you like a fool. Now I am not saying that May's emotion helped her trigger the gun, but if I were you, Mr. Brendan Birch, I would keep my distance from your girl. Put up your strongest mental barriers, and protect yourself from getting hurt again." ----------------------------------------------------------------------- I've got to admit, that entire Brendan scene was inspired by Harry Potter. XP Officer Jacob and Detective Tony suspect Steven now. . . and who's that voice that Brendan keeps talking to? So who do you think shot Brendan Birch? . . . We're waiting. :D LaTeR dAyZ! |
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I still say Brendan shot himself.then I'm gonna tie it with that whole lie,love and stuff.so I'm gonna say that:
Maxie called Brendan to warn him.Maxie thought Drew,the crazy love ridden co-ordinater was gonna shoot Brendan or at least try.Drew made it to Birch's house and then got out the gun.but then a few minutes before he was to comit murder Brendan pulls out a gun.Drew watches, stunned as the boy picks up the phone and then drops it.Drew back to reality throws a rock at the window and it shatters.Brendan takes this chance to shoot himself.he pulls up the gun and BANG!May comes on the flying pokemon.Drew hides in the bushes and watches the girl trainer with jealosy.then he gets the idea to frame Wood.between the time when Maple alerts the police and they arrive he slips off his ski mask and retrieves the rock.then he decides to hightail it out of there.he slips away with night as his cover and returns to his home.if he has a flying type it takes only a little while.but if he doesn't he returns home and his parent(if he lives with parents)ask where he has been.the news of Birch's injury has reached the media and they saw the news on tv.Drew explains he was on a walk.the parents don't believe him and he has thrown suspicion on himself.so he calls Maxie and arranges a deal.Maxie refuses and says he thinks Drew did it.he listens to part of the deal and modifies it.he is going to warn Maple and startle her at the same time.then an Auqa dude leads Birch to the rundown place.he tries to warn Birch and is working for Drew at the same time.Drew told him what to say and the Auqa dude made up some of it to go along with Drew's speech. okay I'm done with hypothesizing.man that took forever to write.its great you continued this again. |
I tried.I tried okay.I thought it was pretty smart to me seeing as I can't really ever figure out mysteries until the end when it tells you.
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Wow, your talent's obvious, no doubt about that. You manage to keep the story moving, remain interesting, and keep the chapters long. Your grammar lapses from time to time, but just little things, generally. It catches my attention and keeps it, flopping from suspect to suspect. Just when you think it's in the open, something happens, which is really what keeps the attention. The humor in it always made me laugh. I'm waiting to see where the story goes, so keep up the good work!
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*gasp gasp* Okay, I just got through reading all the chapters you've posted here so far! ^^;
Well, as I said at SPPf, I love this fic to pieces. 8D A humorous mystery, just my cup of tea. (^.^) There are a few mistakes here and there, but not really enough to impact the story itself. =) Whew, I think I'll be following the fic from now on. ^^; I did say I needed to reread the first chapters, and I don't have too much of an advantage because I've nearly forgotten all the clues now. XP Again, a really great story Breezy. =D *hands you a Supa Lolly andwaits for the next chapter* |
You guys are good at finding clues I do have to admit. Of course, you missed quite a lot as well (or not, you just didn't mention it). >=D Thanks for the reviews guys!
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i really really cant wait for the next chapter
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Wow...honestly, that is one of the best Pokemon Fan Fictions I have read. (And I've read many.) The story is gripping...not in the least bit boring. It plays with your mind so that when you think you've got it all figured out, something pops up at you, making your theory go down the drain. Really, you've done an awesome job here. I can't wait until the next chapter. I could not find anything wrong with it...
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I'm kinda confused right now. @[email protected] I have a feeling I screwed up posting this fic either here or at the . . . uh other forum I post at so . . . yeah heh. ^^;
Anyways, enjoy! ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter XI: "What do you mean by that?" Brendan demanded, his ruby eyes still darting back and forth. "I don't understand! Put up my strongest mental barriers? Protect myself again? You know who tried to shoot me last night don't you? Tell me please!" The boy took a step forward and instantly, cold air brushed past him, slapping him hard with gentle fingers as if this was the voice's barrier. He ignored the cold feeling and look down at the old and dusty red carpet. "You do know, don't you? You knew before I was shot. You knew this was going to happen ever since I won the championship huh?" The voice paused before answering, "I have known for the longest time Mr. Birch. Ever since you were born, I knew you were going to do great things in your life. Magnificent, beautiful things. It is not clear as to why you would; it's yet another mystery in my life that I am trying to solve. Perhaps I am meant to know to tell you when you seemed confused about your life I suppose. Now do I know who's emotion was so strong that it wanted to kill you? No, no I cannot say that I do Mr. Birch. But I know those few people that have that strong emotion to do it. Like Miss Maple's so-called love for you." Brendan hesitated before speaking. "Do . . . do you honestly believe that emotion controls everything?" "Perhaps, perhaps not," the voice responded. "For emotion does not control the stoplight on a street, a machine does that. Not unless the machine holds a certain grudge against the car I suppose, but in most cases, like who tried to murder you last night, emotion played an important roll in that. For a person would not just shoot a random person for no reason not unless their soul was created out of pure evil. No, the person that pulled that trigger on that gun had a strong emotion that you kindled from the start." "What if the person just wanted to well . . . kill me?" "Well, that is still an emotion after all. Boredom, Mr. Birch, boredom would of killed you if that was true. But since it is not . . ." "I've got another question. Who . . . who are you?" The voice didn't answer and instantly, Brendan felt the cold wind leave the room. "Just call me," the voice said in a quiet whisper as if left the hallway, "an unknown friend." * * * Wally eyed the other green-haired boy suspiciously, rubbing his chin with his left hand. He cocked his head to the side, and squinted at the poor Drew kid. Drew, in return, stood there, the faint blush on his face dying down after the comment Wally made about May. Growing sick of the boy trainer's staring, the Pokémon Coordinator questioned, "What!" Wally snapped out of his thoughts and glared at the boy contestant for disturbing him. "Nothing, just thinking, sheesh, I'm sorry if that's against the rules!" he retaliated back angrily, dropping his hands to his sides. "Can't a kid think without being questioned about it!" "Well do you have to stare at me while you think!" Drew snapped back. "Do you know how annoying that is!" 'And I thought Brendan had a bad attitude' Wally thought. "Whatever kid, I'm going!" Drew turned around and walked to the path toward Oldale, but Wally ran past him and stopped him in his tracks, kicking up dust in the process. "You're not leaving, I have to ask you some questions!" Wally demanded, pulling a notebook and pencil from out of nowhere. "What do you know about Brendan Birch?" The boy Pokémon Coordinator smirked in return. "I know nothing except that he's the new Pokémon Champion of Hoenn and that his girlfriend is May Maple. All the same things that everyone not really close to Brendan knows. What? Do you think that I tried to shoot Brendan Birch?" At this, he laughed jeeringly. Wally only frowned in return, running a hand through his hair. His emerald-colored eyes sparkled with suspicion as he glowered at Drew. "I'm not saying you did," he replied sharply, "I'm just saying it's possible that it could be you. When I asked you about May and that rose that you supposedly gave to her Beautifly instead, you blushed. Do you have a thing for her or something?" Wally waited for an answer but got none. "Really now? No answer huh? Sounds oddly suspicious . . . Perhaps you wanted to kill Brendan to get to May!" Drew snorted in disgust. "You're just saying the accusations that work for yourself too! I'm not sure if you like May or not, but your jealous just as well. Becoming a Pokémon Master is your dream, but you only got to the semi-finals didn't you? Brendan is one of your worst rivals, and him achieving your dream before you must be like living a day through hell isn't it?" Wally growled and raised a fist, ready to punch the living daylights out of the green-haired contestant. Instead, he slowly raised his fist down back to his side; fighting wasn't the answer anyways, and this kid wasn't worth getting his hands dirty. "I'm just curious," the boy trainer said through clenched teeth. He forced a smile on his face like hooks were pulling the ends of lips upward. "It looks like we both hold a certain grudge against Brendan Birch. I do because he's the new Pokemon Champion of the Hoenn Region, and you . . . you . . . Well, you just hold a grudge against him." At this point, Wally felt rather pathetic for accusing Drew. He still wouldn't let him off that easily though. "Anyways, you know just as much as the people that watched the news on the television, I get it. Fun stuff." "Yep," Drew replied, pocketing his hands inside his pants' pockets. "Yep," Wally retorted, following suit. The two stared at each other in silence again, both ignoring the high-pitched screech of the police alarm, and the shrill yelling going on over at the Birch residence. A gust of wind blew by, blowing both boy's hair in one direction. Drew, annoyed again, hollered, "What are you looking at!" Wally, surprised by the sudden outburst, stepped backwards onto an untied shoelace, causing him to fall over, causing him to get angry. "Must you yell!" he shouted, jumping back onto his feet. "I'm only a few yards away from you! Do you think I'm deaf! I CAN SPEAK ENGLISH! NO HABLA ESPANOL! NO HABLA . . . other languages!" Drew smirked again, crossing his arms. He stayed silent and watched from the top of the hill as the police men began to search for clues over the neighborhood. "It's quite pathetic really," he said quietly as he observed with amused eyes. "How people these days over think things as if all things were a great big mystery! Sure, this is a mystery, but not a hard one to figure out." Wally raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?" he asked after a few seconds of silence. "What I mean is," Shuu explained, "that a person could shout, 'I TRIED TO MURDER BRENDAN BIRCH' on the top of their lungs and people would think that their trying to protect the real murderer or something like that. I guess decades and decades of being fooled by the top criminal minds of Team Magma, Aqua, and Rocket helped, but still, people over think things sometimes. It blocks out the real picture by deceiving them with facts and logic." "So are you saying that you know who tried to kill Brendan?" Wally inquired. " 'Course not," Shuu scoffed. "I'm just giving you the . . . Well, facts of life. I suppose I over think things too by saying that I don't know who it is. The only real person who would know would be the one true witness: Brendan Birch. But since he was blinded with pain at the moment . . ." "Well, I guess we'll never know now. . . "Yet anyways." * * * Officer Jacob stood up and took the tape out of the VCR. He carefully placed it back in its box before looking back at Detective Tony. "So . . . we have a reason as to why Steven would try to kill Brendan. Shall we move on Detective Anthony Peterson, or shall we wait a few more minutes until your tiny little mind computes this information?" "Oh shut your bloody old mouth officer," Detective Tony retaliated cooly. He sat down on the dusty black couch and laced his fingers together. "We shall move on then. Who is next on the list? Mr. Norman Maple?" The police officer nodded. "Yes. Yet another obvious reason as to why he would want to try and commit homicide on young Mr. Brendan Birch. Miss May Maple is his daughter correct?" "Correct," the detective answered. "And she also wanted to be a Pokemon Master correct?" "Correct." "But she lost at the championship against the one and only Brendan Birch. Now you have kids don't you detective? Surely you want the best for them am I right?" "Of course officer, for after all, most parents want their kids to be something. Why do you think parents enter their children into those idiotic reality television wannabe kid shows in the first place? So what I think you're saying is that Mr. Norman Maple's dreams got crushed for his daughter to win the Pokémon League?" "Exactly. When her dreams got crushed, his did too. That's why he could of tried to kill Brendan to get revenge for his daughter's loss!" "Talk about sore loser, and he wasn't even the one competing in the league." Detective Tony stood up again, rolled his eyes at the disgust of Norman's parenting, and smoothed the creases out of his trench coat. "There is also the fact that if the Pokémon League Champion happens to not fulfill his duties as Pokémon Champion, abuses his powers, or something unfortunate happens to him, the understudy will take his place. Perhaps Mr. Maple thought that if he killed the new Pokémon Champion, his daughter could take his place and be the new one instead!" "And Mr. Maple is the Petalburg gym leader," the officer brought up. "Perhaps he, and I'm not saying he is like this, is ashamed that he lost to the understudy of the Pokémon League even if it is his daughter during their gym battle." So he wanted to make her the champion by trying to kill Mr. Birch!" "It's possible I suppose," the detective replied. "We now have the reasons as to why Mr. Norman Maple would try to kill Mr. Brendan Birch. But do we have the evidence to prove it?" "Evidence one," Officer Jacob started, "Norman has a gun for protection. Everyone knows that in Littleroot Town; he's like the town guardian over all of them while they are sleeping." "That's right. Evidence two: Wally states that Norman had a gun hidden underneath his sweater last night at the party. Norman explained that it was a trick gun and even demonstrated it in front of everyone." "But it could be a trick, just like that so-called trick gun. That gun could of been real. Norman could of just had that gun with him today in order to contradict anything if fingers were pointed at him. And even if he didn't shoot the gun, he would of had to have lent the gun to someone else, leaving him also responsible for the attempted murder of Mr. Birch." "Not unless someone stole the gun from him without his consent that is." Detective Tony walked over to the window and peeked out through the blinds. His eyes squinted at the bright glare of the sun reflecting on car windows. "There is also the fact," he started, "that someone is keeping a gun without a permit. All guns require one after all isn't that right Jacob?" Officer Jacob nodded. "Yep, it's illegal to keep one without it . . . at least here in the Hoenn Region anyways." "Makes sense," the detective muttered. "Anyways, it is possible that Norman DID NOT try to murder Brendan Birch. He left BEFORE May as he stated. Keyword there, before. That mean that Mr. Birch or Miss Maple could of seen or heard him leave the house. Miss Maple states that she left, took a quick shower and went to bed. She also states that she is a light sleeper and can be awaken to the slightest things, like the breaking of glass all the way next door. So she could of heard Norman leave." "Not unless he escaped quietly without a sound," the police man retaliated quickly. "It's not that hard to leave a house without making a single peep especially if you don't have squeaky floorboards or doors." "But!" the detective retorted. "Norman could of left when May was taking a shower! The water could drown out the noises that he could make. After he got outside, he could hide in a bush, wait for May's light to turn on and then off again, wait a few more minutes and then . . ." He pointed a finger to his head. "BAM!" "Perhaps you're right, for once, about this one Detective Tony." Officer Jacob admitted. "Perhaps you're right . . ." * * * "Tough day kid?" Drake, Dragon Master of the Hoenn Region and proud member of the Elite Four, asked as Steven collapsed into a chair in the Elite Four waiting room. "I guess I would too if I was accused of trying to murder the new Hoenn Pokémon League Master." "Eh, whatever," the silver-haired champion replied. He closed his eyes and meditated. "How can people think that I would try to kill Brendan? If I wanted to kill Brendan because he's a Pokémon League Champion, I would of killed the entire lot of them that battled and won against me." He opened his eyes and looked at the dragon master. "Are the other Regional Champions coming over to sort this entire fiasco out Drake?" Drake nodded. "Should be here in a few moments I expect. Which ones did you invite anyways? Red? Lance?" "Those two yeah, and a few others," Steven replied. "This 'Pokémon Champion has been shot!' story has traveled worldwide as Lance told me. Better kill this thing while it's young before rumors begin to spread . . . no pun intended about the killing thing by the way." The slight swishing sound of a Flying Pokémon landed was heard and a sudden gust of wind blew open the doors, shutting them soon after. "Ah, Lance and Red are here I suppose," Drake said. "That Charizard and Dragonite of those two always landed too dramatically if I do say so myself." He chuckled merrily, looking at Steven soon afterward, "Hey, were those two at the Pokémon League celebration last night at the Birch residence?" Steven shook his head. "I doubt it, who would travel all the way from Johto and Kanto just to see Brendan, the world's most arrogant Pokémon Master-" "Now, now Steven, do not speak ill of Brendan. You never know if they would of come or not I might add," the elderly man pointed out, interrupting him. "After all, they were there for your party when you won the Hoenn League, and they were their for a few others too. Why not go to Brendan's, for after all, he did beat Team Magma, so he was pretty famous to begin with. And besides, those two were here in Hoenn to watch the competition remember? Most of the famous Pokémon Champions watch the league battles after all." "Still . . ." Steven trailed off before continuing, "they called me and said they couldn't come to the party last night. Didn't say what but they said they were busy with a few things." 'Wait a minute,' Steven thought. 'Busy with what! Sure, they are well-respected Pokémon Champions, and they have more fans than they can count tenfold, but they could escape them to come to the party. It's not like that have family here in the Hoenn Region. Wait . . . Registeel, they couldn't be the . . . nah, they would never try to murder Brendan, they have the same reasons as me not to! But, that's just my opinion after all. I know that Red and Lance would never try to kill someone! Those two have been through too much to try and commit homicide right?' Steven's attention directed towards the swinging of the doors, and two familiar figures strolled into the room. 'Well,' he concluded, 'I guess I'll figure out the reason now!' ----------------------------------------------------------------------- More suspects for you all haha! ::points at you and laughs:: Nah, I'm kidding. ::snickers:: Really, I am! =D LaTeR dAyZ! |
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Nah~ Red & Lance couldn't have been the culprit... They have no reason to, and are they in the party that day? And i thought Charizard's Green? Red's supposed to have an Aerodactyl... If they are suspects, what is their reason? Maybe they think Brendan poses a threat to them... There's many reasons you can think of if you think hard... Anyways, your story plot's great! It keeps me in suspense, who that unown friend? Was it Maxie? TELL ME PLS!>_<
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Once more I have a suspicion!Now I think it was May.She said she took her shower in a few minutes and then went to sleep.but....oh forget it I don't have a reason.I think May did it.She stole her dad's gun.
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^^; Sorry, forgot to put chapter 12 up here. My bad. . .
Random fact about this story: Originally, May was suppose to be the one that was shot, but it changed to Brendan instead. Just little clues that were hidden in dialouge or description that I decided to add in. Anyhoo, enjoy! -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter XII: "Next we have on the list is Wally," Officer Jacob said. "Mr. Anthony Peterson, do tell as to why Mr. Wally Wood would want to shoot Mr. Brendan Birch?" "Well for starters," Detective Tony started, "Mr. Wood has been one of Mr. Birch's greatest rivals since Mr. Wood captured his Ralts a year or so ago. No one is clear as to why those two dislike each other with a passion. Why didn't Mr. Birch dislike Miss Maple that much too, for, after all, those two were striving for the same goal. I think it's perhaps that Mr. Birch liked Miss Maple from the start, but I'm not sure. Perhaps Mr. Wood liked Miss Maple or gave out signals that he did and it caused alarm inside Mr. Birch most likely. Perhaps he didn't like that another boy was yearning for his girl's heart which made him immediately hate Mr. Wood." "Hate is a strong word," the police officer stated, "but yes, I see your point." Officer Jacob leaned against the wall and stared out of the window, eyes narrowing. "Mr. Wood also wanted to be Pokemon Master like Mr. Birch. Even if he didn't like Miss Maple, he would still have a reason to hate Mr. Birch. Jealously, anger, hatred. All these signs point to Mr. Wood." "But jealously, anger and hatred can point to most of the suspects besides Wally," the detective retorted. "May, Steven, Professor Birch, Norman, Wally . . . They all suffer jealously that was provoked by Brendan. So you really can't pinpoint all those . . . well, emotions just on Mr. Wood. No, there has to be another reason as to why this little fourteen year-old boy would want to shoot his ally or rival or whatever! But what?" "Families perhaps?" Officer Jacob suggested. "Brendan's dad is one of the greatest Pokémon Researchers in the world and Wally's dad . . . well. . . Wally's dad is just there." Detective Tony rolled his eyes. "Quite the idiotic reason to hate someone. If I were Wally and I was jealous of Brendan's dad, I would try to be all nice and friendly with Brendan to meet his dad and hang around him twenty four-seven." The detective took a cigar out of his trench coat pocket and lit it with a lighter. He took in a deep breath of the cigar before coughing. "****, these things taste like crap." "Then why the hell do you smoke one?" "I'm not sure really." The detective walked over to his table and snuffed the cigar in an ashtray. "Anyways," he brought up, "Wally . . . Wally, Wally, Wally. . . Why would you want to shoot Mr. Birch besides of being jealous? What would possess you to pull that trigger? Why?" Officer Jacob rubbed his chin. "Well, there is the fact that Mr. Birch is alive in Mr. Wood's eyes." Detective Tony raised and eyebrow and eyed Officer Jacob oddly. "What do you mean by that officer?" "I'm just saying Tony. . ." the officer trailed off. He drummed his fingers on the side of the desk. " Some people just . . . hate people for being alive. Judging them by their outer appearance . . . Stereotyping as they call it." "Ah, but Mr. Wood began to know Mr. Birch. So Mr. Wood couldn't of shot Mr. Birch for that idiotic reason. Wally's a special case, that he is." * * * "That was weird," Brendan said as he crawled out of the abandoned building, "really weird." The white-haired trainer looked up the red and orange streaked sky, thinking. "I wonder who that guy was. Is it someone I know? Yeah, it'd had to be, he knew everything about what happened to me. Not unless he really could predict the future or had an Alakazam handy or something." The boy trainer sighed loudly and leaned against the old brick wall of the abandoned building. He stared at the dark blue sling that held up his injured arm, wondering why someone would want to shoot him in the first place. "Well, that's an incredibly stupid question to ask," Brendan muttered to himself. "Even though its kind of depressing to think about, a lot of people want me dead." He laughed in mockingly kind of way. "My friends, my rivals, my enemies . . . Perhaps even my- no, May wouldn't want to kill me. Would she?" Brendan shook the bad thoughts out of his head. "Of course not, snap out of it B Boy, you're losing it!" Are you really sure about that? How much do you know about this girl and how many lies do you think she tells? The voice kept echoing inside his head. "N-no, that guy was dead wrong!" the white-haired Pokémon Champion debated. "He doesn't know who I am!" Perhaps young Miss Maple wanted you to be close to her . . . So she can stab you in the back that is! "**** that voice," Brendan murmured. "**** THAT VOICE TO HELL!" The boy trainer punched the wall with his good arm, causing him to scrape his knuckles on the rough matter of the brick wall. He brought his fist towards him and watched the blood begin to bubble up through his skin. Brendan fell backwards into the wall and slid down, landing on his bottom. "What the hell did I do to deserve this?" he asked himself angrily, wiping the blood onto his pants. "Perhaps you don't deserve those ****ed blessed things in the first place," a voice from the end of the alleyway responded cooly. "Or perhaps you just took those things for granted." Brendan turned his head and saw two boys with green hair and a pair of emerald-colored eyes to match walk towards him. He rubbed his eyes and blinked several times. "Uh, Wood, you didn't happen to clone yourself did you?" he asked as the two green-haired trainer and contestant walked closer to him. Wally looked at Drew and smirked. "Really Birch, do you think I'm that ugly?" he pointed at Drew and laughed. "Haha, hilarious!" Drew stated sarcastically, soon rolling his eyes. "Not." "What are you guys doing here anyways?" the white-haired trainer asked. "Oh you know, these abandoned buildings just cease to amaze me with its broken windows and crumbly walls," Wally remarked sarcastically. "We were actually passing by when we saw you trying to beat up the wall. I think by the looks of it that you lost." He pointed to Brendan's bloody knuckles, smirking. "Why were you punching the wall anyways?" "Because I wanted to," Brendan retorted weakly. "I'm sure." "Really, its true." "Never said I doubted you B Boy." The three stood in silence before Drew piped up, "Really, what are you doing here?" "Nothing!" Brendan snapped. "Can't a kid just explore these random places in Rustboro City? I mean YOU," he pointed at Wally, "said that you were amazed by broken windows and crumbly walls!" "Dude." Wally rubbed the back of his head. "I was being sarcast-" "And why does it matter what was I doing!" Brendan ignored the green-haired trainer's comment. "I mean, I don't see why YOU of all people Wood would care about me and this little green-haired clone of yours would care either!" "The name's Drew," Drew answered, "and we have met before at one of the Pokémon Contests-" "AND," Brendan put emphasis on the word, "AND! AND . . . and I- ugh!" He pushed Wally out of the way and stormed out of sight. "Well that was interesting," Wally said thoughtfully. "I wonder what his problem is," Drew said, rolling his eyes. "Maybe he got in a fight with May, his GIRLFRIEND, and decided to hide here," Wally remarked, looking suspiciously at Drew out of the corner of his eyes. He saw a slight twinge of jealously cross over the Pokémon Contestant's face. "Maybe . . ." Drew replied quickly, "just maybe . . ." "Or maybe Mr. Birch heard a voice . . . a voice that called him here . . ." someone - or something - whispered, his voice traveling with the wind. "Wh-what was that?" Drew asked, one eyebrow raised. "I-I'm not sure," Wally replied, running his hands up and down his arms, "but all I know is that it got suddenly cold." "I think," Drew began to slowly walk backwards, "I'm going to leave now. . . nice meeting you Wally, later!" The boy ran down the rest of the alley and turned the corner. "Hey, wait a minute!" Wally took a step forward when a what seemed like an invisible barrier blocked his way. The green-haired boy glared, slowly turning around in circles as if looking for that strange voice that called him. "Welcome Mr. Wood," the voice cackled, "welcome to hell!" * * * "Okay, if we can't think of any reasons besides the 'Wally hates Brendan' idea, we can at least figure out how Wally could of shot Brendan," Officer Jacob brought up. "I believe that Wally stole someone's gun, you?" "Same here, how else could a kid get a gun?" Detective Tony remarked. "Well he could . . ." Officer Jacob trailed off. "Do you hear something?" "Like?" "Like . . . whistling. You know that cartoon when the coyote is chasing that roadrunner thing and then he ends up falling off the cliff and it makes that high-pitched whistling noise?" "Uh, sure?" "Yeah, well that's what it sounds-" The officer was interrupted as a fourteen year-old boy with somewhat unruly brown hair crashed into the black couch along with a Pidgeot. The boy, remarkably after that fall, stood back up only to fall forwards again, crushing his flying Pokémon. "Well that was . . . yeah," Detective Tony rubbed the back of his head as he began to investigate. He rubbed his chin. "This kid looks awfully familiar doesn't he Officer Jacob? Like he's famous, but he's not." "I know who he is!" Officer Jacob snapped his fingers. "It's Green, the only kid that was Pokémon Master for ten minutes!" The officer rubbed the tips of his finger against his chin, "Hmm . . ." "Hmm what?" the detective questioned. "Do you suppose that Green shot Brendan?" "What? That's absurd and absolutely random! Why would Green want to kill Brendan? He has no reason! If he wanted to get revenge on losing his title so quickly, wouldn't he go after Red?" "Ah, but what if that's what he wants us to think that? And why is he here? Why would he want to watch a Hoenn League Championship? Most Pokémon Champions come to see who is going to be the latest to the Champions but Green was only Pokémon Champion for ten minutes! He has no reason to actually watch ya know." "And you know, this entire crashing down on our roof and onto the couch could be a set-up!" "That's right!" "You know what I think?" the detective asked. "No," the officer admitted, "but go ahead, speak away." "I think that we over think things now." "That, my friend, is no question. It's true." * * * May picked up her Pokéballs from on top of the trash can and looked down the empty alleyway, a few lost tourists passing by every now and then. She sighed as she clipped her Pokéballs back onto her belt. Trust no one, question everything, and always be on your guard? May thought. What the hell does that mean? Does he mean that someone close to me shot Brendan? Besides, can I really trust Maxie? He's the leader of Team Magma for crying out loud! It was only a few month ago when he almost tried to turn the world into all land after all, right? The girl trainer sighed again as she looked at the time on her PokéNav. "Hmm, seven o' clock, better get back to Bread Head before he gets worried." May walked past a department store and turned her head, looking at her reflection in the window. Staring back at her was a girl with weary blue eyes and a small frown on her usually happy-go-lucky face. It was kind of hard for her to believe how one day she could be unbelievably happy and the next, unbelievably sad and angry. The bandana-wearing girl shook her head and continued to walk forward, practically crashing into a young boy of fourteen while she was at it. The boy tripped over her feet and skid across the ground. "Latias, I'm so- Brendan?" May kneeled down to where Brendan skid and looked at him worriedly. "Are you alright B Boy?" Brendan rolled on his back and groaned. "Yeah, I'm fine," he stated weakly. "At least I didn't land on my left arm." "Oh, I'm sorry!" May remarked sadly, pulling the white-haired champion up. She frowned and brushed the dirt off his clothes. "Sorry. Dirt bugs me." Brendan laughed. "It's okay." He glanced at the clock tower. "Hmm. . . It's getting late. Better get to the Pokémon Center before our parents get worried huh? I don't see why we have to stay in Rustboro, its not like Littleroot is that far away anyways." "Well, I guess the police officers want to keep a close eye on you," May replied as the two trainers began to walk hand-in-hand. "But Detective Tony and Officer Jacob said we could leave as long as we didn't leave Hoenn right?" Brendan inquired as he began to swing both May's and his locked hands back and forth wildly. "Well yeah I guess. But I suppose our parents don't want to waste any of our time flying back over here in case Detective Tony and Officer Jacob call us back," May retorted, "and besides, they've got dolls here!" Brendan shook his head but grinned all the same. "Well, I've had a weird day," he admitted. "What about you?" "Same. That entire questioning was kinda nerve-racking wasn't it?" "Yeah, but I wasn't talking about-" "Drew?" May interrupted Brendan as she saw the green-haired contestant running out of the alleyway Brendan was previously in. "May?" Drew stopped running and stared at the couple. "What are you doing here?" "Shopping," May replied, showing Drew her shopping bag filled with new clothes and Pokédolls. "You?" "Eh, some green-haired trainer made me come with him, I don't know why." Drew shrugged. "Speaking of a green-haired trainer," Brendan remarked, "where is Wally?" The green-haired contestant turned around. "That's funny, I swore he was behind me a few minutes ago, and it's only one pathway, he couldn't of gotten lost. After you left Brendan, a strange, creepy voice whispered to us. I kinda got well . . . freaked out and ran for it, and I thought Wally would do the same, but I guess he didn't." "Something is wrong," the girl trainer stated, letting go of Brendan's hand to peer into the alleyway. "It's not like Wally to stay there even if he is more braver and stronger then he was before. Something - or someone - is making him stay there. I think we should go check it out!" "Aw, can't we let the loser-" Brendan smiled innocently as May gave him her infamous death glare, "-be by himself? Don't kill me for that May heh." "Come on B Boy." May ignored Brendan's whining and pulled him by his good arm into the alley. "I'm sure Wally would do the same for you!" "Yeah, right May, right." Brendan rolled his eyes and let May drag him along. "Coming Drew?" "Yeah, sure," Drew grumbled as he followed the two trainers into the alleyway. May let go of Brendan's sleeve as they entered they turned the corner. She raised an eyebrow in suspicion. "What building is this?" she questioned, pointing to the run-down department store. "A run-down building May," Drew replied simply. "Well yeah, duh!" "Okay, now that we're here and Wally's not, can we turn back now?" Brendan asked as he looked around. "I want to go inside though!" May peeked her head through the window. "Sure is dark in there that's for sure!" "No really May!" Drew retorted sarcastically. "You would think that building would be filled with sunlight and pretty little dandelions!" "Your sarcasm is not appreciated." "So?" "Oh, cut it out you two," Brendan shook his head and pulled May away from the window. "It looks kind of . . . unsafe. This building could collapse down any minute or if we go in, we could step on a rusty nail and end up getting a tetanus shot in the butt. Or like this could be the place where the aliens land and eat people's brains." "Okay . . ." Drew backed away from Brendan. "I think you've been reading one too many comic books." "Eh, you get bored in the hospital after awhile." Brendan noticed that his girlfriend was gone. "May?" "She probably went inside," said Drew as he stared at the rest of May's body crawling into the hole in the door. "Well thank you Captain Obvious for answering that tricky question!" Brendan rolled his eyes and crawled underneath the hole to get his girlfriend. Soon, he was back inside the run-down building except this time with two of his friends. The white-haired champion walked over to May's side, Drew standing on his other side. "This place is so cool!" May remarked happily. "Rayquaza, you're weird May," Drew stated bewilderedly. "Well so are you but I don't say it out loud," May retaliated sharply. "Now where's Wally?" "Welcome back Mr. Birch," a strange voice from the pitch-dark hallway stated in its cold and eerie-sounding voice. "I see you brought friends this time, I've already got one of yours in the back." "Who?" Brendan demanded. "That little green-haired trainer," the voice replied cooly. "Oh, Wally?" Brendan asked. "In that case, you can keep him." "Brendan!" May said sharply. "What?" Brendan asked innocently. "Who are you?" Drew questioned, ignoring the couple's bickering. "I am . . ." loud foot steps began to walk down the hallway; the three kids gasped. The voice finished his sentence, "Someone you thought would never be the voice in the first place. . ." -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- N e ways, hope you enjoyed the latest chapter to. . . this story! LaTeR dAyZ! |
i think its gary or ash breezy did say someone youd never suspect.
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I think the voice is Detective Tony! Or someone like that... ... what she did say that it was someone unexpected.
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Very good story, funny, suspenful and exciting!
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yah i think its one of the best ive ever read
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Yes. I remember reading th is story at SPP. It's still good no matter what.
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I think the voice is Max. It is just a feeling but... Anyways, honestly, I think you have a real good talent for writing. I could see you becoming an arthor in real life one day. |
I can't wait for the next chapter I wanna know who the shooter is!(I haven't done that well at reading the clues...)
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Whos Max ? Team Magma leader ? Can't wait for more Breezy.
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Max is May's little bro. MaxIE is the Team Magma leader. =P
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Cool story! I wondered who was the shooter. The story has a strong... something. I can't remember what I have to say! It's good, anyways.
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Knew Maxie just couldn't remember Max. Mental note: Max = May's little brother.
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Max, May's brother if you're talking about Max...if it's Maxie, then it's the leader of TM...lol, i still think it's Wally...
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I still think that its May.
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lol...the least likely is the most likely? yeah...why couldn't it be Professor Birch then?
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Um. . . enjoy! ^_^;
Random Fact of the Story: (btw, these aren't clues, they're just. . . random facts of the story lol) Brendan was suppose to be killed with poison but was instead changed to a gun. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter XIII: "Max! You little twerp! What the hell are you doing here!" May shouted as she advanced on her eleven year-old brother. She poked a finger at his chest and glared daggers into his eyes. "You are so dead for scaring us like that!" Max didn't seemed fazed by his sister's threats, but instead took off his square black glasses and rubbed them clean before placing them back on. "Haven't changed a bit sis," Max laughed, smirking. "You have a brother May?" Drew asked, perplexed. "Uh. . . yeah," Brendan answered for the girl trainer. "Then how come you're not in the Ruby or Sapphire game then?" asked Drew as he eyed Max with his emerald-colored eyes. "I'm in the game!" Max answered sharply. "People just don't know it's me! I'm that little kid with the blue hair and the glasses that tells either 'Brendan' or 'May' that Professor Birch is in trouble! After that, I just wander around 'May's' house." "Really?" Drew questioned as he got out his Sapphire cartridge and placed it in his PokéNav. He turned the device on and entered his Pokémon game file. "Alright then Altaria, fly to Littleroot like you've never flow before!" he ordered with a slight smirk on his face. Brendan shook his head, bewildered by the Pokémon Coordinator. "What? Don't look at me like I have problems!" Drew remarked with a frown as he flew his Altaria in the game to Littleroot town. The green-haired contestant noticed the little boy with blue hair walking around the front area of 'May's' house. "Whoa, you are in the game! That's funny!" "Uh huh." Brendan shook his head and paid attention back toward May's little brother. "So Max, how's the Kanto region? Heard you just got your eighth badge! Congrats and good luck in the Pokémon League!" "Thanks Brendan, but you should really congratulate Timber, my Sceptile, and my other Pokémon for getting me this far!" Max grinned as he looked down at the Pokéballs on his belt. "Max, I'm going to say this as calmly as I can . . ." May said, inhaling and exhaling deeply. "WHAT THE HECK ARE YOU DOING HERE! YOU'RE SUPPOSE TO BE BACK IN KANTO ANNOYING PEOPLE OVER THERE, NOT HERE IN HOENN!" "Whoa . . . loud," Brendan remarked, eyeing his girlfriend worriedly. "Can't a kid come back to his home region every now and then especially since he's done getting all his requirements for the Indigo League?" Max nodded in agreement. "Exactly," he replied, "and besides, I wanted to see if B Boy over here was alright. Heard you got shot in the shoulder blade. . . ouch." Brendan chose to ignore Max's comment and got serious with him. "Were you . . . that voice?" he asked, causing both May and Drew to look at him weirdly. "Like I've said May, freak child that Brendan," said Drew, rolling his eyes. "The . . . voice?" Max asked as he scratched his head. "You mean that voice that said something like, 'I am . . . someone you wouldn't of expected in the first place?' That voice?" "Yeah! Was that you?" Brendan asked excitedly. Max cracked up in peals of laughter. "Yeah! I got you guys good didn't I?" the eleven year-old stated through his fits of chuckles. "You guys were like, 'Who are you?' HAHA! Latios, that's some funny stuff right th-" Max was cut off when his sister smacked him on top of his head. "Max! You little twerp, you scared the crap out of us!" May shouted, continuing to pound on her brother's head. "Don't you do that again otherwise I'm going to tell dad that you broke his ceramic Slaking-shape coffee mug last year!" "Okay, okay, I won't do it again, so stop hitting me already!" Max yelled back, getting out of his sister's grip. Sighing in relief, he straightened up and fixed his askew glasses that slid down to his nose. "Fine, so it was me that said that. I thought it would be funny seeing as you guys were already paranoid from coming in here. Where are we anyways and what are we doing in here?" "We, as in me, Brendan and Drew are here because Wally went missing," May answered. "You, though, are here because you wanted to freak us out. Which you did. So get out." "Nah, I feel like staying actually," Max replied, throwing his hands behind his head. "Besides, I can help you guys, I already been through this place already! It's really awesome really if you ignore that smell of something being in the fridge too long." "Oh joy, I can hardly wait to go down that hallway!" May rolled her eyes and she walked past the boys and into the hallway. "We've got to go find Wally remember?" Max has to be that talked to me before, Brendan thought in his head as the two trainers and Pokémon Contestant walked down the dark, narrow hallway, following May. I just know it is! Max is smart for a kid his age! But why doesn't he want to admit that he told me some pretty good advice? How come he's not telling May or Drew what he thinks? And just what the heck is he hiding? * * * * * * * * * * "Ha, told you I would win Lance!" Red remarked arrogantly as both he and Lance, Dragon Pokémon Champion, entered the Hoenn Elite 4 headquarters. "I'll let you think that if it makes you feel better," Lance replied smartly. "Red, Lance, good of you two to come on such short notice!" Drake said heartily from his armchair. The two Pokémon Champions of Kanto walked over to the two Pokémon Champions of Hoenn and sat down across from them. "Now this Brendan kid . . . Wasn't he in Team Magma?" Red got straight to the point as he sat down in a cushy red armchair. "He didn't want to join on his own free will though Red," Steven answered, knowing about Red's hatred against Team Rocket, Team Aqua, Team Magma and any other team that did devious things in the past. "Okay, well he did but he was tricked into joining really as he told me once before. Maxie told him that he was going to make the world half land, half sea and make the world 'equal.' " "The only way to make the world equal is to stop the racism, hatred, ignorance, and indifference," Lance remarked. "And even then . . ." "I don't like it. This Brendan Birch may have the skill to be a Pokémon Champion but that doesn't mean he has the right heart to serve up to his title," Red said with a frown on his face. "Brendan is a good kid; you just got to learn to get past his arrogance and into his real self," Steven replied cooly, defending the new Pokémon Champion of Hoenn. "Ha, reminds me of two champions sitting in this room right now," Drake chuckled to himself as he took a sip of his coffee. "I don't know Steven." Red shook his head in disapprovement. "Can we really trust this Birch kid? His dad may be a well-respected Professor of the Hoenn Region but that doesn't mean he after all." "Like father, like son as they say," Steven argued through clench teeth, clearly getting annoyed with the Pokémon Champion sitting across from him. "I'm just saying that Brendan could be untrustworthy," Red argued, keeping his cool unlike the Hoenn Champion. Something inside of Steven must of sparked up, for the Steel-type Pokémon Champion rose out from his chair and began to advance on Red, an angry look on his face. "Settle down you two, there is no need to get at each other's throats now," the elderly Dragon Champion of Hoenn interrupted the fight. "We came here to discuss the new Hoenn Pokémon Champion, not to debate whether or not he's honorable enough to be considered to be one." "You're right Drake," Steven admitted as he sat back down in his seat. "Whatever." Red shook his head again but nevertheless kept his opinions to himself. "Good." Drake nodded. "Now do you two have any other questions?" "Yeah," Lance answered. "Who is the understudy again? Red and I were at the battle last night but we didn't seem to catch her name. May Maple was it? Isn't her dad the gym leader of Petalburg City?" "Yes, Norman is May's dad," Drake answered thoughtfully. "Hold up, wasn't May on Team Aqua before?" Red brought up, his eyes narrowing in disgust. "Wow, that's setting an example for the little kids isn't it; having former Team Magma and Team Aqua members be this year's Pokémon League Champion and Understudy of Hoenn!" "Is that your only concern?" Steven asked icily. "Steven . . ." Drake warned. "I'm serious Drake, the only thing that he is concerned about is the fact that Brendan and May were on Team Aqua and Magma. Who the hell fuckin' cares about that now! It's all in the past!" "What those teams did was try to change the lives of people and Pokémon alike!" Red argued. "Do you know how many lives could of been lost because of that!" "I do, Red, I do understand, but what you need to understand is that those two realize what they were doing was wrong and they fixed it! They knew they made a mistake but you don't seem to care about that do you!" "Well excuse me for caring about the people!" Red retorted sarcastically. "How do you know that Brendan and May have been tricking you all along? How do you know that their still loyal to the Team Magma and Aqua Leaders? That's right, you don't!" "If you're that unbelievable arrogant that you can't even see what those two did for the Hoenn region then you're more than a jackass than I thought!" Steven barked, angered. "I'm not even going to respond that fucked up statement," Red replied cooly. Red really does hate the people on those teams, Steven thought in his head. But he wouldn't stoop down that low to try and murder Brendan even though he knows that he was on Team Magma right? The Steel-type trainer looked at Red again and blinked twice, puzzled. Nah, I don't think he would. But yet . . . * * * * * * * * * * "Anyways, while the Viridian Gym Leader is knocked out cold at the moment," Detective Tony started, "let us continue what we were discussing. Who's next on the list of suspects?" "May Maple," Officer Jacob answered. "She's the one that people would less likely suspect for trying to commit homicide on young Mr. Birch. I, for one, have no clue why she would want to seeing as the two did travel together through the Hoenn, Kanto, and Johto regions." "But that also could mean that Miss Maple was getting annoyed with Mr. Birch officer," the detective debated. "Also, the fact that she would be least likely suspected would be a nice cover up to hide the fact that she did try to murder Mr. Birch." Officer Jacob rubbed his temples and stared at the outside world through the dirty glass window. "If Miss Maple was annoyed with Mr. Birch, detective, then why would she be Mr. Birch's girlfriend? Now am I so far back in the times where I don't know that girlfriend means 'hated rival' or what detective? What does girlfriend mean to you?" "Girlfriend at young Mr. Birch's and Miss Maple's age to me would have to mean something along the lines of 'we're-not-really-in-love-but-people-say-we-look-cute-together-so-therefore-were-together' or something like that," Detective Tony replied cooly. "If you don't understand, which does not cease to surprise me if you don't, I mean that their not really in love, their just well, close. And stop putting emphasis on the word 'detective;' it's bloody annoying." "How do you know that they're not in love though Tony?" Officer Jacob questioned. "We cannot see through their eyes, we cannot walk around in their shoes, we do not know what goes inside their heads. Romeo and Juliet were in love around their age after all weren't they?" "Do I dare remind you that they died because of that?" Detective Tony argued. "They didn't die because of their love alone as you state it," the officer rolled his eyes. "They died because their family were feuding against each other. But anyways, back on topic. No, I don't think May could of killed Brendan. Yes, there are reasons that she could of but she wouldn't of had the time to do so anyways." "Explain this to me officer." "As both Brendan and May stated, May was the last to leave the party. May also stated that she took a five minute shower, dried her hair and went to bed." "She could of been lying though Jacob. No one knows if she really took a shower, no one knows if she dried her hair, hell, know one knows if she even set foot in her bedroom." "What do you mean by that Mr. Anthony Peterson? Do you mean that May could of lied, got a gun from someone and shot down Brendan?" "Exactly right officer; I'm proud of you, you used your mind for once!" Detective Tony clapped mockingly, a small smirk plastered on his face. "Oh shut up detective," Officer Jacob sighed. "Anyways, May has all the right reasons and the way to commit homicide on Brendan. The gun she could of stolen from her dad, she has the perfect cover up being girlfriend and all, and she had the perfect time to go in for the kill with no one around! Bloody hell Tony, you don't think May was the one that try to shoot down her boyfriend so to speak?" "It's possible; every suspect we've brought up is possible," Detective Tony retorted. "In fact, everyone in this blasted world could of shot Brendan down. We've all got reasons to why we do certain things, and this mystery is no exception to that. Now I don't want to point fingers at May even with the fact that she became number one on my most suspected list, and if I were you, I wouldn't do so myself. Now . . . I think we've run out of suspects right officer?" "Wrong," a voice from behind the detective and officer stated in a weak and hoarse voice. "You still have a few more suspects to ponder over . . . That's where I come in . . . literally." * * * * * * * * * * "Wally!" Brendan hollered, his voice echoing through the cramped-up hallway. "Wally, Wally, Wally! Come out, come out wherever you are! Brendan has cookies! Brendan has candy! Brendan won't call you Wallace for an entire month!" "You're such an arse sometimes Brendan." May rolled her eyes as the four continued their way down the long, dark hallway. "We've been walking for hours and we still haven't seen a single doorway yet!" "We've only been walking for five minutes May," Max pointed out. "Besides, Wally should be around here somewhere; we should keep looking for him." "And how would you know that Max?" Brendan asked suspiciously. "Considering this is the only hallway not blocked Brendan and the fact that Wally wasn't in the main entrance, I believe this is the only place where he can be," Max answered calmly as he searched for his flashlight in his backpack. Finding it, he clicked it on, making the hallway look more warm and less creepy. The three trainers, plus Pokémon Coordinator, continued their way down the long hallway, not knowing where they would end up, yet still trudging on forward. Passing an old picture frame, a small shout caught their attention. "Did you guys hear that?" May asked worriedly as she clung on to Brendan's arm. "Its probably just these old walls squeaking," Drew answered as he punched the wall with a closed fist. Drew's punch caused the old picture frame to fall off, revealing a secret switch on the door. "Hey look, a switch!" "Well thank you for pointing out the obvious AGAIN Drew." Brendan, like May, rolled his eyes as he took a hold of the switch in one hand. "Should I press it down?" "What else do we have to lose?" Max answered with a shrug. "Our lives." May shuddered. "You're too over dramatic May." "Say that again when we end up dead!" "We're not going to wind up dead May," Drew replied, rolling his emerald-green eyes. "Maybe hurt, but not dead." "Because that makes me feel so much better Drew!" "I try May, I try." Brendan and Max looked at each other and shrugged as they pulled the switch. The sounds of plaster cracking and walls shifting caught their attention from behind. What they saw made them gasp . . . Was that gasp a surprised one or one to worry about is the real question though . . . -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [I]::shrugs:: This is the future so if May is 14 -15 here, then that should make Max around the 11 year-old area right? Plus I needed a reason why he wasn't in the Hoenn Region to begin so I figure when he was 10, he traveled Hoenn then when he was 11 he went to Kanto. Alrighty? Alrighty! "But then why are Brendan and May still traveling the Hoenn region then Breezeh?" you ask? Because they already traveled the other regions and tried their luck at the Hoenn region again. I guess. And why did I name Max's Sceptile Timber? Because I don't have any other names lol. Breezy would like to apologize if Red and Lance are OOC (which they probably are). You guys told Breezy that they were arrogant but had the skill to do so, so she did exactly that. Breezy doesn't know any better and had to rely on a few people to give her their personalities and such. And the people that helped Breezy with that, she would like to thank you. Now Breezy shall get out of third-person and talk regular once again. Well more suspects for you guys! HAHA! *points at you and laughs* Nah j/k. LaTeR dAyZ! |
Excellent job once again! You really like to see us suffer, don't you? Right now though, I don't think that Red or Lance did anything, or Steven for that matter. But Max, on the other hand...I'll be watching him from now on.
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I like your stories breezy like the one on serebii is awesome
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end it sheesh nub aleans kill the ips already...
i could make this into a movie if you can cut the script down to 5-10 mins |
It's really long and nice... But I'm gettin' more n' more confused... Sorry, bad memory...-_-
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write them all down on paper and use the process of elemination.
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I certainly will be watching Max. All these pranks give me the shivers... XD
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Thanks alot 4 your great advis! (It is originaly jus 2 words, hav 2 lengthen it somehow...)-_-
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Er... what advice? o.o; When did I give you advice? Wait, when did I ever give anyone advice here?
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I've never read your stories before but this one is pretty great and I hope you write more. Props to you.
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Yay, your fics are awesome, including this one. ^_^
*bows to uber writing skills* |
Wow, this is so great. I've been kept guessing the whole way through. I really have no idea but I don't think it's May. But well you neva no.
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wow breezy its been liek a year lol
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Has it been a year already? I lost track around 234 days. :) To be honest, I can update any time I want since I still have a few chapters after the last one left. It's just the fact of proofreading and editing and copy pasting and...
I make it sound like it's so hard haha. I'm just sick of fanfiction, that's all. One day! I promise! =D Until then... |
...Until then... we form an angry mob and attack Breezeh!
Yeah!*angry Community pplz scream* Charge!*we kill Breezeh* ::badsmile:: Okay we'll wait for more... *sigh* |
I heart angry mobs. :) If someone checks what the last chapter was, MAYBE I'll update today (yes I am that lazy the scroll up a few posts lol.)
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That was Chapter 13, Breezy. Ah, that took a lot outta me.. scrolling up like that.. X_x
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this fanfic is so friggin sweet!!! i like it so much that it has inspired me to write a fanfic. i can't wait for the next chapter. i love all of the plot twists that are added frequently in each chapter. you should get these published XD
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^ Totally. XD That would rock if it was published, including HLBMA when it's finished. ^_^
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Well, I gotta wait until my computer works or when at least I don't get kicked off the internet every five minutes. Hehe. :P So you might have to wait a little bit longer until I post a chapter. Or you can somehow find the other unrevised chapters roaming around the internet.
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Sorry~ though i'm here for who-knows-how-long already i'm still like a beginner... Breezy, if you don't mind, could you tell me all the cool ffs' you wrote so I can do some easy searching for them?
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I don't have any cool ffs :) Most of my fics are held at ff.net. My username there is Br33zy.
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How come I get a whole lot of reviews AFTER updating weeks later lol? No that that's a bad thing of course. Good to know that people are still reading hehe. Enjoy.
Helpful Hints: (So . . . uh, I've decided to help you out with clues. Whether you chose to believe them or not is up to you. . . if you do choose to follow them, I could be leading you WAY off track or getting you closer to knowing who the suspect is. Your choice, not gonna pick for ya lol) - Just because there are a few people on the main suspects list, it doesn't mean that there aren't other suspects after all - Don't police officers hold guns? Another thing about helpful hints is that they may help you later on in t3h ficcy. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter XIV: Brendan gasped in horror at the sight in front of him. From behind him, he heard May gasp as well. For what he saw was so terrifying, so hair-raising, so bloodcurdling, so . . . Cute. "It's disgusting!" Brendan shuddered in fright. Sure enough, hundreds of Pokedolls lined to walls of the secret room, ranging from the smallest of an Azurill doll, to the largest of a Wailmer doll, to the brightest of a Torchic doll, to the dullest of a Duskull. May had an opposite emotion from her boyfriend's. "I'm. In. Heaven!" she said excitedly as she rushed into the room. With her sapphire eyes sparkling with joy, May picked up a Skitty doll, only to have it crumble at her touch. "What the! Just when you think you're in heaven, you wind up in hell! NO!" Brendan blinked twice and chose not to respond to his girlfriend's comment. "Where exactly are we?" he asked instead, flinching every now and then at the sight of the Pokedolls. Max flashed out his PokeNav at the end of Brendan's question. Scanning the area and pressing a few buttons on the device, Max answered, "It's the old Devon Corporation. They were going to add this part of Devon to the new building, but construction isn't scheduled until next year so they can build up funds or something." "And this has to do with these freaky Pokedolls how?" Brendan questioned, curious. Max slapped his forehead in annoyance. "Well, Devon makes Pokemon-related merchandise and since Pokedolls are based off Pokemon . . . hmm. . . . I think you can figure this one out on your own don't ya think?" "But what Pokemon just stare at you with their beady little eyes? If they're based off actual Pokemon, they wouldn't stare at you like that. Actual Pokemon don't do that!" Brendan argued. The black-haired trainer sighed and pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. "Anyways . . ." "Ha, that's right!" Brendan smirked in triumph. Meanwhile, both Drew and May were exploring the dark and crowded room. "This place must be very old if the dolls break at our touch," May said, watching the another doll she touched crumble. "What exactly is this place, and why would you leave such cute Pokedolls here?" Drew rolled his eyes and sat down at the edge of an old wooden table nearby. "It's probably an extra storage room for useless crap." "And what's that suppose to mean?" The Pokemon Coordinator only smirked in return and leaned on his hands. Rhis caused one of the wooden legs on the table to splinter in half. Drew fell roughly on the dirty concrete floor, the old Pokedolls piling and blowing up on him. May giggled and helped pick Drew up. "Are you alright?" she finally asked after her fits of laughed died down. Drew only grumbled and brushed the remains of Pokedolls off of him. "Hey, what's that?" he asked, pointing behind the girl trainer. May turned around quickly. "It's . . . it's another door," she answered as she walked over toward the other secret door, Drew following after her. "I guess those Pokedolls were hiding it. Brendan, Max, come here please." "Well, how much wood would a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood?" Brendan asked, sticking out his tongue soon afterward. "Yeah! Answer it captain . . . captain . . . uh . . . captain smartiedarts! You know everything else!" Max stared dully at Brendan for a few seconds before turning toward his sister. "I don't know what you see in him sometimes." May only shrugged, chose not to answer, and placed a hand on the rusted silver doorknob. "Think I should open the door?" "Go for it!" Drew answered impatiently. The blue-eyed trainer turned the knob and pushed the door open. Instantly, a fine layer of dust suffocated her. May coughed and blew the dust away before entering the room. Using the small crack of light that shone through a grimy window, May scanned the room with carefully. Her eyes rested on a figure lying in the middle of the room, bound by the arms and legs by rope. But what really caught her attention was his bright green hair . . . "Wally!" she screamed as she ran down toward the figure and bent down on her knees. Wally rolled over and groaned through the duct tape and gag in his mouth. His emerald-green eyes darted back and forth nervously as the other three boys rushed over. "Who did this to you?" Brendan demanded as Drew and Max got on their knees with May to help untie the ropes that bound Wally together. Wally's words were muffled until Brendan reached down and ripped the duct tape off of his mouth. The green-haired trainer spat out the dirty old sock and glared at the white-haired trainer. "You didn't have to rip the tape off so hard!" he complained. "Latios, that hurt!" Max untied the last knot and freed Wally from the ropes as Brendan stared at him impatiently. "So?" he questioned again. "Who did it?" With the help of May, Wally sat up. Sighing and running a nervous hand through his light-green hair, he answered quietly, "I'm . . . I'm not sure actually. It was too dark to see and . . . I don't know!" "How did you get taken in here then?" Brendan asked in a calmer voice. Wally closed his eyes thoughtfully, thinking. "Well . . ." he began, re-opening his eyes. "When Drew ran away, I tried to follow after him, but somehow, an unseen force stopped me, though, later on, I realized I was just stepping on my shoelace," he rubbed the back of his neck at this, embarrassed, "but it was too late for me to run away, for someone took hold of me by the throat and dragged me in. I tried to get one of my Pokemon out, but the stranger took a hold of my hands as well. I guess I was rather hard to hold with me struggling and all so the strange dude knocked me unconscious, with what I don't know. I woke up later on and found myself here with my feet and arms bound together and a rather annoying headache I might add. Then you guys magically appeared and here I am, talking to you. Isn't life just plain grand?" "Uh huh . . ." Brendan trailed off. "Why would someone want to kidnap you in the first place though?" "Are you saying I'm not special like you to get kidnapped?" Wally snapped back. The white-haired champion grinned innocently. "Not exactly . . ." he muttered, "but I mean, why? Why would someone want to kidnap you?" Drew stood up and glared at the window. "Perhaps," he began, "perhaps someone lead us here to stall us. Perhaps they kidnapped Wally and tied and gagged him to keep us busy. . . . Perhaps we are here to make sure that whoever wants us gone is as far away as possible." * * * Detective Tony and Officer Jacob quickly turned around and saw a groggy gym leader of Viridian City try to stand up, his dark-brown hair unkempt, his eyes weary. Trying to stand up was pointless though for soon, Green fell back down, too tired from falling through the roof to stand. "Are you alright? Do you need to go see a doctor?" Detective Tony asked, a hint of distress in his voice for the young gym leader. Green groaned something about why Ho-oh invented headaches before muttering, "Yeah, I'm fine, just dizzy that's all . . ." "In that case . . ." Detective Tony trailed off, "what are you doing here, why are you here, why did you crash through our roof out of all the roofs in Rustboro and are you going to pay for the roof you left a gigantic hole in?" Despite the fact that Green looked tired, he answered in a strong voice. "For starters, I'm here to give people some information, why I'm here is because this is the region where Brendan Birch got shot at earlier this morning, I crashed through your roof because your just unlucky like that and I might pay for the roof depending on how much it is. Hope you have insurance!" The detective rolled his eyes and sat down on his desk. He stared at the gym leader and sighed. "Now, you said you have some information to give . . ." Green nodded and relaxed in the dusty black couch. "I figure that whoever is running this case might need some help . . ." "Are you calling us stupid?" "Your words, not mine." Officer Jacob had to hold Detective Tony back from advancing on the gym leader. "Anyway Green," the officer started. "You have new information correct?" The gym leader shook his head. "Nope . . . well, sorta anyways," he answered, rubbing a hand behind his head. "Just gonna say that there might be new suspects that aren't exactly with us if you know what I mean . . ." "As in not actually here or not here in the region or as in they're dead and are trying to kill Brendan for revenge kind of way?" Detective Tony remarked, smirking. Green blinked twice before answered. "As in the 'they weren't here in the region' type of way. Supposedly anyways . . ." "What do you mean by that?" Officer Jacob inquired. "You mean someone from like Kanto, Johto, or anywhere else could of come and shot Brendan?" "Its possible isn't it?" Green replied, resting his hands at the back of his head. "For example, Red. He's the one that told me about Brendan one day about how he was on Team Magma and yada yada yada ya. You know how Red dislikes those evil organization and whatnot." "Are you saying that Red did it?" "No, just bringing up the fact that someone out of Hoenn might of tried to kill Brendan. There's Lance too of course. Why he would want to kill Brendan, I don't know." Green shrugged. "Anyways though, what suspects are on the top of your list anyways? Steven, May, Wally, what?" "How do you know them?" "Well, May is the new understudy of the Hoenn Pokemon League," Green started. "Steven is the last defense for the Elite 4, and Wally is known for being the rival of Brendan. All the rivals of the famous Pokemon Champions are always known for some strange reason." The gym leader shrugged again and stared outside of the window, flecks of gold lighting up his eyes. "And do you think they did it?" Detective Tony questioned. "Well for sure I know it's not Steven," Green answered. "He was busy helping us for what use to be the Pokemon Master's brunch thing. He left at like . . . three-ish, and it takes awhile to get from Evergrande to Littleroot. Wally and May could of, yeah, but where the hell would they get a gun anyways?" "What about Norman, gym leader of Petalburg?" "It's possible. He does have a gun after all." The detective looked a bit skeptical at this, wondering how Green knew such personal information for someone he doesn't know in such a limited time. "Sorry if this is random but have you met Brendan or May before?" Detective Tony questioned curiously. Green, puzzled by the question, answered, "Not personally, no. I know of them of course, and I saw them at the finals for the Hoenn League." Detective Tony nodded and got up. Walking over to the officer - who was preoccupied in counting the tiles of what was left of the ceiling - he whispered in his ear, "I believe I know who tried to kill Brendan last night." Officer Jacob scratched his head, confused. "Who?" he asked. "He's in this room right now." * * * "Have you seen my wife around Norman?" Professor Birch asked as he strode into the Rustboro Pokemon Center. "I've looked all around town and even flew back to Littleroot but haven't found her." Norman shrugged and took a sip of his coffee. "She's probably gone shopping with my wife in Slateport or Mauville," he answered, placing his mug on a nearby table. He picked up the daily newspaper and began to read. "Nothing to worry about really." Professor Birch collapsed in the seat in front of Norman's and drummed his fingers on the table. After a few moments of silence, he brought up, "What do you think of this entire . . . case Norman? It's kind of . . . out of proportion isn't it?" Norman raised an eyebrow from behind his newspaper. "Well, your son was almost killed earlier this morning plus the small fact that he did become Pokemon Master just yesterday night," he replied with a hint of sarcasm. "Honestly Professor, if a kid that's saved the world, became a Hoenn Pokemon Champion, and has a pretty famous father to begin with, I'm damn sure that he would be televised if he got shot in the shoulder." "I know that," Professor Birch retaliated with a sharp tongue. "I know that Brendan is a famous kid now. It's just . . . well . . . So many people could of tried to kill him last night, but we keep bringing in the wrong suspects." "Oh?" Norman lowered his newspaper and looked the professor straight in the eye. "What do you mean by that . . . professor?" Professor Birch raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean by that . . . Norman?" Norman only shook his head and raised his newspaper up again. "Nothing. It's just makes me curious as to why you said we keep bringing in the wrong suspects. Does that mean you know who tried to murder Brendan this morning?" "No!" the professor answered rather too quickly. "I don't! It just seems that the suspects that Detective Tony well, suspects, seem wrong. Everyone of those suspects are close to Brendan and well . . . I don't know!" "Well maybe they were trying to get closer to Brendan in order to stab him in the back," Norman replied absentmindedly. "Who really does know anyways?" "Apparently you do," Professor Birch replied cooly. "What do you mean by that last statement?" "That who really knows part?" "No, before that." "The stab him in the back part?" "Yeah. What exactly does that mean?" "Exactly what it says." Norman placed the newspaper on the table and took another sip of coffee. "People are deceitful, there is no doubt about that. People build up trust only to have that trust crash down upon their heads when they're not looking. And with that, I shall get back to my reading." The gym leader put down his cup and picked up his newspaper. From in front of the paper though, Norman didn't see Professor Birch's look of suspicion. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Blah, sucky ending lol. LaTeR dAyZ! Breezy thanks you for reviewing! ^_____^ |
Another awesome chapter, Breezy. ^_^
...What, are you expecting me to say something more profound? O.O |
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