All right, my sixth project on this site...nyah, I'm thinking of way too many things at the moment...
Link: WTF? What's with the "nyah?"
Watched some silly anime called "Di Gi Charat."
Zelda: --' Dude, you're a dude.
I KNOW! STOP TEASING ME! T.T
Pichu: ...anyway, all thanks to Mullenium Master and Kantah for making this fan fiction possible. Thanks!
Thank you, Pichu. Shall we start her up?
P.S. For those of you who have read my Amazing Race fic, this occurs before the events of AR.
December 11, 2003
Petalburg City, Hoenn
"Hey, Brendan!" a chirpy voice called out to a young man during the break between classes. The voice belonged to a girl dressed in a red blouse with a white skirt and black shorts. Her brown hair was styled to resemble a pair of long ponytails that flared out away from her face, a red and white bandana tied around her head. Smiling, she asked. "How've you been, huh? Didya miss me?"
"Miss you? It's only been two hours, May!" the boy named Brendan smiled. He was roughly the girl's age and wore a black and red shirt with black pants tucked into red and black running shoes. The colors must have been fashionable for Hoenn. He also had white hair swept back and held in place by a wide black headband with the image of a red Poké Ball printed on the front. Both he and the girl, May, wore Poké-Navs on their waist, the boy to his belt, the girl's clipped to a hip pouch. Brendan just sighed. "Was it that bad?"
"Don't even ask..." May giggled. "Besides, you know how angry Mr. Earl gets when someone fails their tests..."
"Talk about a rough day..." Brendan laughed. "So, how's that Contest training? Have you learned anything?"
"Have I learned anything...?" May repeated playfully. "Just watch and be amazed, my friend!"
"Whatever..." Brendan snickered as he plopped down into a bench near the lockers.
"Okay...um, how did it start again...?" May mumbled to herself. Laughing slightly at her forgetfulness, May simply glared at Brendan until she finally remembered the first step. "Oh, yeah!" as she twirled around, she quickly pulled out a Poké Ball, hurled in into the air, and caught it before releasing the Pokémon inside it. "Go, Skitty!"
The red-and-white spheroid popped open to reveal a cute, pink cat with a huge tail and a cute disposition. "Nyah!" it squealed.
Brendan clapped, laughing slightly. "That's good, May! Nice job!"
"Y-yeah? I-I think I spun around too much, though..." May replied albeit dizzily, stumbling around like a drunken man. Naturally, this heightened Brendan's amusement and laughed a bit loudly as May shook her head to get her bearings straight. "Ooh..."
"Oh, dear..." Brendan laughed, helping her stand up. "You alright?"
"Yeah, I'm okay..." May replied, blushing furiously while in Brendan's arms. 'Oh...he's so handsome when he smiles. Tee hee...'
"All right." Brendan smiled. "Now let's see what you can do!"
"All right..." In a fluid motion, the girl had used her Skitty to call out an attack, to which it was artfully used to perform a beautiful trick that was sure to wow the judges. Each trick was pulled off skillfully and artfully, uninterrupted and as fluid and without hesitation as each previous move. At the end of her little act, Brendan had clapped and laughed quite a bit.
"That was good! I didn't think you had it in you!"
"Thank you, Brendan..." May replied, blushing slightly as the Skitty was called back into its Poké Ball.
"Heh...I'm impressed." Brendan replied, swinging his backpack over his shoulder. "I'd better get home soon...you know how mom gets if I stay here past four."
"W...wait!" May blurted out hurriedly.
Confused, Brendan asked the girl, "What's up?"
"I...I have something to tell you."
"Well, go ahead."
"Not here!" May almost yelled; her face totally red. "C...could you meet me on the corner of King and Aster? You know, at the park near my house?"
"What for?"
"It's something...Please; just tell me you'll be there!"
"...all right."
"Thank you, Brendan...I'm so sorry for causing you this inconvenience. I knew you'd understand...I'll meet you at the curb. Wait for me."
Lorenzi Park, Petalburg City
"Where the hell is she?" Brendan complained as he tapped his foot nervously, periodically checking his watch. The air around him was thick with anxiety as he quipped, "I thought May said she'd be here!"
As the minutes rolled by, the large bright sun that would shine over the bustling burg took this time to retreat behind a cover of deep grey clouds, dark and ominous in its presence. Several minutes later, tiny droplets of water descended from the skies and drizzled down amongst the city's inhabitants, bright light intermittently going on and off throughout, like a camera flash. As a drop tickled his nose, Brendan wondered aloud, "Where the hell are you? Did I make a mistake...?" Shrugging to himself, he checked the watch to see the time.
CRASH!
Large peals of lightning brightened the darkened heavens as the horrifically loud thunder reverberated through the city, frightening some and merely startling others. As soon as Brendan heard it, the young teen covered his ears and tried to concentrate, hoping the storm would just disappear...
Then...it happened. The high-pitched whining of rubber on gravel: a car screeching along the damp asphalt, followed by a horrendous CRASH, followed by an unearthly scream that sounded eerily familiar to Brendan.
'What...no...it...it can't be...yes, it is just someone else...'
Suddenly, his ears picked up the sounds of garbled radio transmissions as he turned toward the source. The familiar red-and-blue of the ambulance lights was on full-blast as sirens whined and shrieked down the street, their very noise piercing the rainy silence. Sensing something was wrong, Brendan scraped up his courage and followed the van, all the while begging to God, hoping against hope that it wasn't her.
As he continued his urgent jaunt down the street, Brendan's foot caught an oil slick, and an "AW MAN!" escaped his lips as he slid and violently crashed onto the concrete, his side slamming into the grey stone at full force. Adrenaline quickly overtook the feeling of pain as Brendan scrambled up to his feet and continued toward the ambulance.
Gasping and panting for breath, Brendan whirled around the corner and could hardly believe his eyes. The car, a '75 Gold Buick, lay mangled and twisted upon the roadway, twisted heaps of metal and torn fabric strewn about the street. The familiar CLAKITY-CLAK of the ambulance stretcher reached Brendan's ears as medics rushed feverishly towards the scene. Meanwhile, a crowd of solemn faces had gathered around the accident scene and murmured quietly, each of them a statue unto themselves. As Brendan elbowed his way through, he could pick up the scattered fragments of conversations throughout the crowd:
"Oh my God...what happened to her?"
"Jesus Christ, somebody help her!"
"I can't see how anyone could live through THAT..."
Trying to ignore the emotions that ran high among the statues, Brendan couldn't hold it in as he finally took in the scene around him. The poor pitiful creature in front of him had been struck violently by the car and was hurled through the glass bus stop and into the -wall behind her, and was now laying face-up on the sidewalk, blood and bruises covering her body. Unable to stifle his tears, Brendan grasped May's hand and yelled, "WHAT HAPPENED! WHO DID THIS!"
Silence prevailed throughout the statues as Brendan turned back to his friend, her bright sapphire eyes now getting cloudy with death, and her body growing limp and cold with each passing second. "MAY! DON'T YOU DARE DIE ON ME!"
May turned to Brendan with a sad smile upon her bloody face, coughing slightly as she grasped his hand. "Brendan...I...I love you..." He then felt her hand go limp while entangled in his own. Unwillingly, Brendan drew back, cheeks drenched in salty tears as her flaccid arms untwined and flopped onto the ground, her eyes creased shut. He didn't have a care in the world of his masculinity as he wept above his dead companion.
The medics had arrived too late as the crowd began to whisper condolences to themselves, drifting away to the temporary, almost impassive states of shock and denial. The medics could do nothing more but carry May's lifeless body onto the gurney and wheel it into the van.
As all of this happened, Brendan felt numb...his heart hardened to the terror and the denial of what had just happened. Now, as the rain fell to the bloodied earth around him, he looked into the sky with eyes filled with anger and despair. "WHAT THE HELL! HOW COULD YOU LET HER . . .die?"
As the whine of the sirens dissipated into the steady stream of rain from above, Brendan could do nothing as he fell onto his knees and cry, his tears going unheard by Petalburg's citizens because of sudden shock and denial, all succumbing to the knowledge that the unthinkable had happened...their kind-hearted friend, May Thorne, daughter of Norman, their gym leader...they sadly acknowledged... that May was dead.
Three Years Later...
December 11, 2006
The Taliver House, the Anniversary of May's Death
"Brendan...the dead can't come back." His father replied sullenly. "Norman and Caroline can't put up with this anymore, so they're moving back to Johto."
"WHY!" Brendan yelled in anger, tears in his eyes. "They can be with their daughter anytime they want, right? They can visit her! So why!"
"Son, Caroline's breaking down mentally." His dad explained. "She thinks the house is haunted. They're leaving to another place because they can't stop thinking about her here. It's making the family fret themselves to flinders."
"Right. As if abandoning May will help." Brendan replied sourly as he stormed back up to his room. Sighing, he popped a game into the GameCube in front of his TV. Oddly enough, it was Super Smash Brothers Melee, and a world of memories came flooding back to him.
FLASHBACK: July 7, 2001
"Look Brendan! Check out the new game my dad bought me!" May squealed excitedly, proudly displaying the game Super Smash Brothers: Melee.
"Alright! I can't wait to play it!" Brendan chirped excitedly.
"Just don't cry when I beat you!" May teased.
"You? Beat me? As if!" Brendan retorted.
"Hey, we girls are really good at video games too!" she protested.
"Girls can't do squat on video games!" Brendan teased.
"Alright, lets make a bet. If I win, I prove you wrong and you give me a potion. If you win, you are right and I'll give you a potion." She challenged.
"You're on!" Brendan yelled triumphantly, shaking his hand on the deal.
Ten minutes later, she beat him. "Told you! Take back what you said about girls not being good at video games! NOW!" She jeered.
"Alright, I take it back."
"And you owe me a potion!" she added.
"Yes, Princess May!" Brendan replied jokingly.
END FLASHBACK
As he glanced through the game, he saw the pictures they had taken on Camera Mode: Pictures of the Pichu taunting, of Mewtwo throwing a Poké Ball, of Zelda, May's favorite character, battling Ganondorf. The precious memories were on that Memory Card, and Brendan couldn't bring himself to delete them.
Then it hit him: she would never come back. She would never come through that door, laughing and happily greeting him. She was gone for good, and Brendan knew it. As slight tears dripped onto the floor, his whispered silently:
"May...she had an unfair fate. I now know that I have an unfair destiny."
And that's it.
Link, Zelda and Pichu: (bawling) THAT'S SO SAD!
I know...but do not despair. Things may look bad now, but they WILL get better. You'll see!
Anyway, please review!
Gamer21
