Who Shot Brendan Birch?
Chapter XVIII
Chapter Guide
Chapter II | Chapter III | Chapter IV | Chapter V | Chapter VI | Chapter VII | Chapter VIII | Chapter IX | Chapter X | Chapter XI | Chapter XII | Chapter XIII | Chapter XIV | Chapter XV | Chapter XVI
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).
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The crowds were on the feet, stamping and roaring like an 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 Pokemon 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 ok?"
"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."
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"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 damn 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 damn 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!"
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"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. . ."
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"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. . .
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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!
Who Shot Brendan Birch?
Latest Chapter (updated 6.4.06)
Chapter XVIII
Chapter Guide
Chapter II | Chapter III | Chapter IV | Chapter V | Chapter VI | Chapter VII | Chapter VIII | Chapter IX | Chapter X | Chapter XI | Chapter XII | Chapter XIII | Chapter XIV | Chapter XV | Chapter XVI
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).
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Chapter I:
The crowds were on the feet, stamping and roaring like an 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 Pokemon 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 ok?"
"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."
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"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 damn 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 damn 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!"
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"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. . ."
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"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. . .
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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!
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