Breezy
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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!
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"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 Pok?mon 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 Pok?mon 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 Pok?mon 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 Pok?mon 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 Pok?mon.
"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 Pok?mon 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 Pok?mon Champions come to see who is going to be the latest to the Champions but Green was only Pok?mon 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 Pok?balls 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 Pok?balls 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 Pok?Nav. "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 Pok?mon 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 Pok?dolls. "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. . ."
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N e ways, hope you enjoyed the latest chapter to. . . this story!
LaTeR dAyZ!
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!
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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 Pok?mon 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 Pok?mon 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 Pok?mon 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 Pok?mon 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 Pok?mon.
"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 Pok?mon 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 Pok?mon Champions come to see who is going to be the latest to the Champions but Green was only Pok?mon 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 Pok?balls 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 Pok?balls 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 Pok?Nav. "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 Pok?mon 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 Pok?dolls. "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. . ."
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