Chapter 3 Birch's corpse- Work in Progress!
" You think he's dead?" asked May, when they managed to run into Brendan's room, through his window.
" We came through a laminated window!" gasped Brendan.
" So?"
" I got glass in my naturally white hair!"
" That's white?" May looked at it. " It's natural something..."
" You spend too much time with your mom!" snapped Brendan. He looked outside the now broke laminated window. It seemed to him, as his head was bleeding like his head had just come through a window(which it had!), he saw something that looked like Birch's rotting corpse.
" Don't you dare! If you make a joke about corpses, I'll make your mind explode!"
" You are my mind."
" Oh yeah!" If we could see mind, he would be playing video games. Most likely. May, on the other hand, was using Brendan's computer to check her e-mail.
" Hey, hey hey hey! Use your own computer!" shouted Brendan.
" But your computer's cute! What is it?" asked May.
" Tangerine Clouds..." muttered Brendan.
" Mine is way less cute than this! When you turn mine on, all it does is say, 'Welcome to Compy 286!'." said May.
" Alright..." said Brendan. " I think Birch is dead..."
May turned round, not even in horror. In fact, she started dancing and saying, 'Yes, he's dead! He's dead!'. Brendan didn't seem keen on this. " So much for family love..." he murmured. He left the room, with May behind him, through the very window they came in through.
As they walked towards the terror, Brendan seemed to think about Pokemon. Probably because he would have to battle that Zigzagoon. With a pokemon. Just 'cos.
" I sense the Zigzagoon!" announced Brendan.
" Either that or you hear the blood-curdling screams of pain from Birch." replied May.
" That too!" added Brendan. They continued, until they got to Birch. Then, Brendan immediately went for Birch's bag, picked out a 'Pokeball' and said, 'Pokeball, go!'.
" Torchic!" It was a Torchic. Aren't they cute?
" Torchic, or what ever you are, USE- um... tackle?" said Brendan.
" You're new at this, aren't you?"
Torchic used tackle!
" Wait, Torchic can't learn tackle!" said May.
" What does it know?" asked Brendan.
" Scratch, and growl. But I'm frustrated by Torchic knowing tackle..." said Birch.
" Dad, can I have a Mudkip?" asked May.
" Sure, whatever. He eats too much anyway." joked Birch.
" Poor Treecko...he'll be on his own..." muttered May.
" You could find somebody, who wants a pokemon, and give him Treecko." suggested Birch.
" Treecko!" agreed Treecko.
" How did he get out of his ball?" asked Brendan.
" Tor!" snapped Torchic.
" Oh right. Torchic, use Scratch!" ordered Brendan.
Zigzagoon used Tackle!
Torchic used scratch!
Zigzagoon fainted!
" Oh yeah!" said Brendan.
" Chic!" shouted Torchic.
Torchic gained 20 EXP!
End of Chapter 3
