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Flare: Took you awhile didn't it Mud Boy?
Muddy: It did. ::nod nod:: Tis not a shame though. Tis but the . . . yada yada yada, get on with the fic already dammit!
Alrighty! Here's chapter 6. Enjoy!
A/N: Tis more of a filler chapter really. Sorry guys.
Chapter 6:
The gentle spring rain drizzle upon the head of the boy and the girl as they walked on a muddy pathway in the country side, guided
only by the moonlight and the sparkling ocean up ahead. The two were quiet, too deep in thought and too wrapped up in each other's
company. Both were pondering about two different topics that were strangely connected by a thin string . . .
Its funny how when you think you're protecting someone by not telling the truth only makes the cut deeper . . .
"Even if we had a rough history together, perhaps I can help you from here on out . . ."
Wally placed his head between his knees to get rid of the awful queasiness brewing inside of him. "How can you- no, why would you want to help me? After all the crap I did for you? Why would you want to help me even though I practically kicked your behind in front of some of the world's most prestigious trainers, professors, breeders, coordinators and others in the world? Why would you-"
"By stating all the . . . wonderful things you have done for me," Maxie began, rolling his eyes at his sarcasm, "I believe there are more important things out there. Killing others for their profit . . . That Archie sometimes, doing anything it takes for his own benefit. And that Brendan Birch kid, even I'm quite surprised that he would agree to that pirate's plan! So I shall ally up with you, for now of course, so we can defeat those two evil fiends once and for all!"
Wally raised his head up and looked at Maxie, confusion written all over his face. "I . . . what . . . What's your plan?" The green-haired trainer finally caved in; what did he have to lose anyways?
'My life,' he thought, gulping.
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Gasping for air in this world of hate, it was then when I realized my fate.
May stared at the words in front of her that she wrote in the soft brown dirt. She didn't even remember writing them; it was as if she spaced out and something took over her and wrote down the words in front of her. Wiping the filth from her fingers onto her black biker shorts, she stood back up and used her foot to erase the message in the ground.
'Even if you do erase my message physically, that sentence will keep repeating itself in your head mentally won't it?' the voice at the back of May's head stated eerily.
May chose to ignore the voice and blocked it out by humming a little song to herself. 'Freaked out by my own thoughts,' she thought as she walked along the path towards Mauville. 'That's kinda sad isn't it? Maybe I'm not freaked out by what my inner me is saying . . . Maybe I'm just scared by the fact that what its saying is true . . .' May shook her head and plastered a perky smile on her face. 'Nah, I know our love between Brendan and me will prevail!'
Yet, there was something inside of May that was still doubting her optimism.
She ended up snorting it off as she entered the rather large town of Mauville to catch up on shopping and to invite a few more guests to Wanda's surprise birthday party.
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"Now this plan of yours . . ." Wally started as he rubbed his chin with the tips of his fingers, "you think it will stop Archie and Brendan? They are, after all, strong-willed and hard-headed. At least Brendan anyways . . ."
"Trust me Wally my boy," Maxie clasped a hand on Wally's shoulder and smirked. "This plan is practically flawless. They will never see it coming and what harm will it do to you anyways?"
"Brendan could kill me perhaps?"
Maxie only chuckled and stood up from the bench. Stretching his arms out a bit, he directed his piercing red eyes back towards Wally. "Now, this plan of ours will only work if you do it BEFORE your cousin's birthday. Its quite obvious that the next day, Brendan and May will be back on the road again and it will be too late to proceed with plans. You've got two weeks notice. Are we clear on this detail?"
Wally nodded. "Crystal," he replied. "But what happens if I fail?"
"Ah Mr. Wood, I dare not think of the consequences of that." Maxie turned on the heel of his foot and walked away towards the distance. "Farewell Wally, I am sure that we will meet again someday . . ."
Despite the clear and bright sunny day, Maxie still seemed to fade away in a cloud of gray smoke or fog. It puzzled Wally; how do villains and people like that just fade away like that?
"Latios, I asked the most stupidest questions sometimes." Wally stretched out his arms on the length of the dark-green bench and smirked. "Perhaps that Maxie character isn't so bad after all, helping me out of a sticky situation like that. I just hope his plan is fool-proof like he says . . ."
Reaching for his white, black, and green backpack he earlier placed on the ground, Wally unzipped the big pocket and pulled out his notebook. It was then he began to draw up his plan . . .
He didn't like plotting against friends, even the ones that he fights with the most. But hell, if a friend wanted to kill him then it was time that Wally took action.
So Wally found himself doodling in his notebooks, drawing up plans and writing down figures, dates and numbers. For perhaps if he was one step ahead, he could avoid being mercilessly slaughtered by Archie and Brendan. Perhaps he could save the world again from two evil fiends.
And perhaps this time Wally would turn out the hero instead of Brendan . . .
The green-haired trainer looked down towards where the alley was where Brendan emerged from. This area he knew was were Archie was lurking . . . Perhaps its was time to pay the former Team Aqua Leader a visit.
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Maxie leaned against the cold thickness of a brick wall in another empty alleyway. He scared off a few stray Oddishs and Zigazagoons out of the alley with a narrow of his eerie, crimson-red eyes. Flicking out his PokéNav from his pocket, he dialed his rival's Viv-phone number, also known as the infamous Archie.
The phone rung several times and the Pidgey on the screen flew back and forth on the screen repeatedly until Archie picked up, his ocean-blue eyes dark and cold from the lighting.
"Did you get him?" the Aqua Leader demanded straight away.
"Calm down Admin Archie, the plan is going along smoothly and without hassle," Maxie replied in his usually silky yet icy tone. "That Wally kid has taken the bait and is heading straight towards you right now. I suggest you ready your own lines."
"Ha, not to worry Admin Maxie." Archie ran a hand through his thick black beard. "Those foolish brats don't know what they're getting into." The sound of someone stepping on a dry leaf caught Archie's attention. "That's the little green-haired brat now. Got to go. As you Maxie, I would try and taunt Brendan with your threat again."
Maxie smirked in return. "It will be my pleasure. Good-bye Archie." The former Team Magma Leader disconnected the call and stowed away his PokéNav in the safety of his pocket before strolling down the alleyway, a creepy little tune being whistled out of his mouth. He enjoyed his job right now . . .
Especially when he was killing more than two birds with one stone. . .
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May glared at Maxie's turned back as she peeped her head around the corner of the alleyway. So that's what he was doing; he was trying to get Wally into Archie's clutches! If she haven't seen it with her own two eyes, she would of never believe it. It was still bizarre to hear; Maxie working with Archie. Two former enemies working together? What was the world coming to?
"An end?" May muttered quietly to herself. She picked up her shopping bags and followed the shady Magma Leader down the alleyway. She was getting quite confused though as she continued walking down the alley for a few more minutes. Didn't alleys have ending points at sometime? She knew all the stores in Mauville and she knew that not any of them were THIS long.
Still curious though, May continued to walk down the narrow alleyway, transferring her shopping bags to one hand to get an enlarged Pokéball ready in the other just in case. Surprisingly, the alleyway turned and went down a cramped staircase with barely enough room to squeeze one person through and dark enough so that even a Crobat would have trouble seeing.
Looking at her shopping bags, May reluctantly dropped them and hid them behind a garbage can before pulling out her flashlight to guide her way down the staircase. Flicking the switch on her flashlight on, May took in a deep breath and mustered up all her courage before taking the first step down.
'Rayquaza, I've got to be stupid . . .' she thought bitterly in her head as she walked down the staircase. It was obvious that they were going under the lake or at least near it for the air was damp and the walls and floor were moist. The lighting seemed to get darker too as May ventured forward. She didn't seem to notice though, she was only interested in finding Maxie and wherever the heck she would end up at the bottom of the staircase.
Finally, the girl trainer reached the last step (to her relief) and she flicked her flashlight around, exploring the room where she landed. It was dark and moist just like the staircase with the occasional dripping sound of a water droplet plunging into a pool of water. Wherever she was she knew she didn't like it . . .
'At least Maxie doesn't know I'm here,' she thought in her head.
'And you consider that a good thing? Puh-lease,' the voice thought back brutally in her head.
May rolled her sapphire-blue eyes and wandered around the underground cave, her hands touching the damp wall to guide her. Hearing the sounds of trampling feet behind her, she turned around only to bump into the eyes of what held her fear.
"If you honestly think that I didn't know you were following me, then you are obviously stupider then I thought."
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With a loud slam of the wooden door behind him, Brendan entered Wally and Wanda's house with an emotionless expression on his face. Truth be told, he was emotionally worn out to even pull a small frown on.
He finally ended up collapsing in a polished wood chair in the kitchen after several minutes of pacing back on forth on Wally's oak plank floors. Staring up at the plaster white ceiling, Brendan sighed, his crimson-red eyes almost beginning to glisten with tears. He knew that this was the only way to escape fate and perhaps save the others as well . . .
Blinking back his tears and lowering his head, Brendan slowly, yet steadily, opened the kitchen drawer for the second time that week. Time seemed to stand still as his eyes caught the reflection of his dark-red orbs in the kitchen knife. Practically covered in sweat from nervousness and shaking from the butterflies that fluttered aggressively in his stomach, the boy trainer raised the knife up and glared at the reflection of himself. He felt nothing strange enough as he swung the knife back down . . .
I put in more than one cliffhanger! FUN FOR YOU GUYS! XD Yeah. Short chapter . . . but you know me, when have I ever given a long chapter?
Muddy: Well, there was that one time on HLBMA where one of your chapters didn't fit at SPPF so you had to cut it down. Does that prove its long?
Well . . . uh . . . That's an odd beginning isn't it? And see anything different? Yeah that's right! I spaced out the ellipses even more! Ooooh . . . Yeah, okay, shutting up now. Wow, I just realized that the beginning and the cliffhanger connect. I didn't plan that . . . but anywa-
Muddy: More knifes Breezy?! -.-
Flare: Honestly, get some creativity running through that head of yours!
Oh shut up. AND STOP INTERRUPTING ME DAMMIT!
Muddy and Flare: o.O
LaTeR dAyZ!