Twisted Realities
by Kyoto-chan
A/N: Bleh. Rewrote TR 'cause I couldn't get anywhere (and I mean ANYWHERE) with the plot I had then. But...now I have a good one! Now just have to figure out what May's gonna have to give up to "save" Brendan's life. Oops, revealed too much there! -sweatdrop-
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Summary: She stood there, and without hesitating, she believed them. Her vowed enemies, and she trusted his life in their hands.
Key:
'thoughts'
Unsaid things (e.g., in May's dream) and emphasis if in middle of sentence
--FLASHBACK--
"talking"
Sound FX
(End Authoress Transmission)-
Hurt him. You know you want to.
She listened to the voice, her heart believing every word. Yet her heart belonged to him, and somehow came back to her. She loved him, and yet she felt a burning desire to injure him. She knew not what was happening, and before she knew it, he disappeared like a flash, her hands red.
Excellent...
She tried to yell out a cry of disbelief that her first love was gone, but when she opened her mouth, not one word came out.
(-End Dream Sequence-)
"Help...me..." a small, muffled cry uttered, as a girl of fourteen awoke, and stared at her hands. They were her usual pale, and she just stared at them, until she shook her head.
'I could've sworn...my fingers were red...red with blood...blood that wasn't mine...' she whispered to herself.
She shivered, and looked at the clock at her bedside. "Good, it's a Saturday."
She yawned, and before long, a younger male voice came calling for her.
"Dammit, MAY! GET YOUR BOTTOM INTO GEAR!"
May groaned, and poked her head through the small opening she made after twisting the doorknob.
"Why!"
The voice sighed with anger, "BECAUSE WE WERE SUPPOSED TO EAT BREAKFAST WITH THE BIRCHES ABOUT HALF-AN-HOUR AGO!"
May tensed up and whacked herself mentally.
'Damn! I totally forgot!'
"Fine! Gimme five minutes, Max, and I'll be right down!" May yelled.
Max called back, "Fine, but only five! Mom and Dad are getting impaitient!"
May slipped out of her pajamas, and ended up in her usual trainer get-up. Red bandana, yellow fannypack, black shorts, red and white t-shirt, any of that come to mind?
She rushed down the stairs after brushing her teeth quickly, and was panting as Max stopped a stopwatch.
"Wow. 3 minutes, 1.342 seconds." he commented.
"Shut up, Max." May hissed.
She walked out the door, to see her mother and father.
"Where were you, May?" her mother questioned angrily.
Her father, known as the Petalburg Gym Leader, Norman, added, "We were supposed to meet the Birches--"
May finished, "about half-an-hour ago, I know. Max told me."
"Now, tut tut, get into the car!" her mother commanded, and May and Max obeyed.
--FIVE MINUTES LATER--
"Ah, they're finally here!" a certain brown-haired professor said, as he was waiting at the table with his son and wife.
The white-haired boy looked up from his bored position at his father's alert, and smiled. "Hoorah! I thought they forgot or something!"
"Nah, we wouldn't forget you guys...so, how's researching with your dad going, Brendan?" Norman asked curiously, as his family of four seated themselves at the table.
Brendan shrugged. "Not as exciting as taking the league challenge again, sadly. Is May still basking in the glow of her 'champion-ism', Mr. Maple?"
At the remark, May hit him on the back of his head with the palm of her hand, and Brendan started rubbing the back of his head from pain. "Owwww..."
"And that's from saying such a thing, Brendan. You should be more polite!" May critisized.
Brendan growled, "I am being polite, May. You're the one who shouldn't have bragging rights because you beat your best friend at the Hoenn League, you know! Ow..."
As the glaring match began (with Max sweatdropping in the sidelines, across from the two big rivals) Norman and the Professor stepped in.
"Now now kids, it's not courteous to glare at breakfast..." they said, with a tone of caution in their voice.
With a 'hmmph', they crossed their arms and looked away from each other. As two rivals, this was a typical thing for them to do, even though we all know that they actually really like each other. (-winkwinknudgenudge-) They usually made up the next minute, anyway.
"So, how're your scrambled eggs?" May asked the trainer sitting next to her, as he finished a bite of his breakfast.
Brendan shrugged, "Not bad. How're your pancakes?"
"Diito."
Max sweatdropped at the sudden 'becoming-friends-again' thing, and just shook it off. It was typical, anyway.
--ABOUT FIFTEEN MINUTES LATER--
"Ah! We're finished! Now let's head over to the park!" May's mother grinned.
Max forcefully coughed, "You don't have to say it twice, you know..."
The people all headed into their designated cars, and started riding on the trip to the park. May's mind drifted off back to her dream in the morning, and she sighed deeply, knowing that if she didn't say anything, it might've been too late.
--ARRIVAL OF THE PARK--
"Alright, just give us a minute to make lunch, kids, and after you guys are finished frolicking around, we'll call you for lunch!" Brendan's mother smiled cheerfully, as everyone else picked up two slices of bread and started putting stuff in it.
May walked up to Brendan, and whispered in his ear, "I...I need to tell you something, but it's kind of personal...so why don't we talk somewhere else?"
"Sure...we'll talk at the swingset, then." Brendan whispered back, seemingly distant.
With that, May sat on one of the swings and just started swinging slowly, with Brendan on the swing next to her.
"Have...have you ever felt like you think that you might like someone more than a best friend? Even...love that person?" May asked softly.
Brendan was caught by surprise, and hesitated a bit.
'OF COURSE! YOU!' his mind screamed out, but he replied with a simple, "I...don't know."
May had a brief look of sorrow on her face, and she said to him, "I...think...I...might...like you more than I do now."
Brendan stared at her face, their eyes meeting. He uttered an, "Oh." and just looked down, letting the hair from the back of his hair brush over his face, covering his eyes.
"I-I'm sorry, but...I don't like you that way." he lied, and a tear found its way from his eyes, leading the way for a small trickle of tears.
May bit her lip to prevent the tears that were forming in her eyes from falling, and said, "It's...okay. I just thought...that..." (A/N: Eep, my fingers hurt from typing this...TT)
With that, the trail of tears rolled down her cheeks, and she wiped them away, trying not to worry the others. But...she knew...she knew that Brendan would probably be stricken by guilt.
"But...don't worry about it." She put on a fake smile and looked at him. "See? I've already gotten over it!"
Brendan could see the sorrow in her eyes, and he thought, 'I'm...sorry I lied to you. But...why must you say you're happy when you're not? I can see it inyour eyes...the tears, everything. You make me feel sadder than I donow...'
"That's good to hear." Brendan said dully.
The two started to walk back to the picnic table, as their parents called them for lunch. As the others chattered away, Brendan and May were silent, not speaking at all.
--BACK HOME--
Brendan plopped down on his chair, stricken with the guilt that had overcome him. He had lied about his feelings for her. He lied. But he got what he had deserved. A person lurked about the Birch house at nighttime, and had shot a bullet through the young Birch's window, and missed his heart by a mile. But he was unconcious, and his mother found him on the floor, and called the hospital, hysteric.
--MAPLE HOUSE--
"W-what! Brendan's in the hospital!" Mrs. Maple, or Caroline, said loudly.
May, who was watching T.V. to drown out her sorrows, looked up at her mother with a bewildered expression on her face. Sure, it was what he deserved for breaking her heart, but...it wasn't supposed to happen like that.
"What do you mean he's in the hospital? He was fine today..." she managed to squeak out softly.
"Alright, we're coming right away!" Caroline said through the telephone to the still-hysteric Mrs. Birch, and rounded up the family to get to Oldale's Pokemon Center right away.
--OLDALE TOWN POKEMON CENTER: BRENDAN BIRCH'S ROOM--
May just looked at the unconcious figure of Brendan, who was still breathing. She just stared at him.
"Well, Brendan's got a bullet in his body, but we managed to extract it. However, we came up with the diagnosis that he's suffering from Cysrtaistis, a rare disease. We haven'tacquiredthe cure for it yet, but only one person has the antidote, and he won't sell it. However, Cysrtaistis makes its victim comatose for a while, then once he's awake for a maximum of a week, he'll die. However, that won't happen if the antidote is given to him. An extra dosage of the disease will surely kill him." the doctor said, giving her full diagnosis.
May's hands were holding onto the cuff of her shorts like she was anxious to see if he was just playing a dirty trick on her, and everyone but her was in on it. But no signs of movement, except for his chest, which was moving up and down from his breathing.
'Please...get better, Brendan. I don't want you to die.'
(End Chapter)-
A/N: Whoo-wee. That was a long chapter, emotional, too. -nods- So, you know the drill--R&R! -smile-