Disclaimer: Pokémon doesn't belong to me. What? You thought it did? Bless your little head and heart then! ::grins::
K, I was rebooting my computer today and I was saving some of my story crud so I found my old floppy disk and guess what I found? That's right my-
Muddy: Crayons?
Okay, besides my crayons, I found part II of May I?! Isn't that cool lol? I was running out of ideas and out pops my old deleted story (with almost identical plots I might add if you exclude the Archie part and it being summer instead of winter). I figured I could work this thing into the new plot. So enjoy!
Chapter 8:
The boy's face began to flush with his anger and his eyes were boiling with outrage as he stomped over to the girl and the other boy. He gritted his teeth and dug a heel into the soft dirt ground. It took only those several motions for the other boy to let go of the other girl and stand up to back into the wall.
The boy's ruby-red eyes followed the other boy carefully, alert for any sudden movements. His anger enveloped him and instantly, he found himself staring down at the other boy who slumped down the floor, one hand placed on his now swollen red cheek. The boy felt his heart go out to the boy for a second before he regained composure. He didn't need to have pity on himself or this boy for what he did.
Or would of it been better if he did?
"What. The. Hell. Do. You. Think. You're. Doing!" Brendan demanded in sharp, quick sentences as he advanced on the now quivering green-haired trainer. "Do you have ANY idea how much trouble you are in?!"
"Eep . . . er . . . a lot?" Wally replied meekly as he bumped his back into the hard dirt wall. "I . . . it wasn't . . . you know I would never-" It was then when Wally cast a sideways look towards May. The girl trainer looked quite worried from the glint in her sapphire-blue eyes. He knew that he couldn't tell Brendan that it was she that went all over him. He sighed before stating quietly, "Yeah . . . I-I totally took advantage of May's weak moment and-"
A fist interrupted Wally mid-sentence as it collided with his jaw. He heard a sickening crack as Brendan threw another punch at him. Wally bit his tongue and tried not to let out a stream of curses as he slid down towards the ground. Brendan stood above him, his fists clenched tightly as his sides, his crimson-red eyes narrowing in disgust.
"Brendan . . ." May whispered as she tried to hold back her tears.
"Fuckin' faggot!" the white-haired trainer spat out in repulsion. "If I ever see you again, it'll be too soon. Go near me or MY girlfriend again and I'll kill-" Brendan hesitated at this part of his rant. "Go near me or my girlfriend again and you'll wish you have never been born! Got it?!"
Wally bit his lip nervously and nodded, glad that Brendan seemed to be done with him. He apparently wasn't though as the white-haired trainer kicked the emerald-eyed boy square in the stomach before storming off, directing May to come with him.
May whimpered as she stood back up and stared at the fallen green-haired trainer. In the dim light of her flashlight, she saw that the area around his left eye was beginning to swell and that blood was slowly dripping out of his mouth like a broken faucet. But what scared her the most was his eyes . . . His jade-green eyes were fierce and full of rage as they slowly met up with May's own two orbs. They were the signs of hatred. They were the signs that he hated her.
The girl trainer couldn't do anything else but follow the boy trainer back up the stairs, leaving Wally alone to groan in his agony and pain. She wanted to help him so bad to perhaps cease the hatred fueled within him but Brendan came back the stairs and got a firm grip on May's wrist as he pulled her back up along with him.
'Selfish,' was the word that Wally thought of May now. 'That selfish girl . . . she would rather sacrifice others instead of herself! She would rather have me get bloodied up a bit than getting yelled at by her so-called boyfriend! I thought of you better May Maple, that was one reason I use to like you. But now . . . what do I consider you now?'
Wally rolled onto his back and stared up at the earthy ceiling. A drop of water hit him square on the forehead, bringing him some relief to his swollen left eye. Soon another water drop tricked down onto his head. Followed by another. And another. Soon, a steady stream of water droplets began to dribbled down onto the green-haired trainer's head.
"Weird," he thought out loud as he sat back up and rubbed his forehead dry with his sleeve. "Where exactly are we anyways? Underneath the lake or something?"
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Meanwhile, Brendan and May finally made it up the long set of staircases. They walked down the alleyway in a tense silence. May began to wonder where Brendan was going as he turned left towards the lake that connected Mauville to the forest area.
"Brendan?" May questioned from behind the boy trainer. "Where are we going? What are you doing? What . . ." she trailed off as Brendan stood inches away where the water could overlap his shoes.
The white-haired boy didn't answer as he picked up a Pokéball from his belt. Pressing the white button to enlarge it to the size of a grapefruit, he threw it towards the lake. "Come on out Muddy!" he shouted as he released his Pokémon.
In a flash of bright white light, a rather tall Swamp Pokémon appeared, his sea-blue tail lashing about in the depths of the water. His mouth took in a gulp of the fresh water to quench himself before directing his golden-orange eyes towards his trainer.
"Muddy . . ." Brendan trailed off before giving orders. "I want you to go underwater and dig a hole in the ground. When you feel the water begin to get suck up in the hole, swim back up. You got it?"
Muddy glanced worriedly at his trainer, wondering why he was giving him such bizarre orders. He treaded water in the same spot and stared back at Brendan, his small grin slowly dying down.
Brendan grew impatient with his Pokémon. "JUST GO!" he yelled as he pointed his finger towards the lake's depths.
The Swamp Pokémon shook his head at his furious trainer and felt his heart drop with disappointment but nevertheless, he obeyed and dove underwater, his two front paws outstretched, ready to upturn dirt.
May winced when Brendan yelled at Muddy. Surely it wasn't like him to grow impatient with his Pokémon, especially his first one. Yet, she watched with curious eyes as she eyed the lake. Bubbles from where Muddy was digging began to rise to the surface. It then dawned upon May on what Brendan was trying to accomplish.
"Brendan Birch, what are you doing?! Stop it!" May screeched as she tried to pull Brendan back. Brendan's feet stayed firmly in the same spot despite May's efforts. Again she pleaded, "Brendan, stop it please!"
"Why should I?" her boyfriend demanded to know. "That asshole deserves it for what he did to you! He deserves to die in his own misery! He deserves to be killed!" Brendan mentally flinched at these words.
"No!" May cried as she flung herself on Brendan. "I did it okay?! I was the one that kissed Wally first! I was the one that jumped all over him! It was me Brendan! So please stop!"
Brendan only smirked in return as if he were insane. "Ha, the only thing wrong with that statement was that he kissed you back. He could of not done so or pushed you away. He had a lot of choices and he happened to choose the wrong one. Muddy! Keep digging underground this lake!"
"You're crazy!" May screamed as she backed away from Brendan. "What's wrong with you now Brendan?! Ever since yesterday when you came back from shopping for decorations, you've been quiet and to yourself! Now you want to kill one of your friends?! What happened to the boy that I met almost a year ago? Where did he go?!"
"You never knew the real Brendan!" Brendan shouted back, his fists trembling at his sides. "And you never will! You don't know a thing about me May! Because when that Brendan left to save you and sacrificed himself that one fateful fair night, he never came back when he woke up! So who are you to tell me to where I went? Because I know you already know as well!"
May bit her lip and stared at the ground. "Well . . . I wish I did know the real Brendan then . . . The one that I never got to meet supposedly . . . but I know I did, he still lives in you! He's still in there and I want him to wake up! Open your eyes Brendan Birch, open those eyes!" May felt her cheeks flush with anger when all that Brendan did was stare at the water's depths. Perhaps she never did meet the real Brendan Birch . . .
Or was this actually the real Brendan to begin with?
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The green-haired trainer began to panic as another jet of water blasted its way through the underground cave. No matter how hard he tried, no matter how many times he commanded himself to run for it, he couldn't make his legs move. He was paralyzed with fright.
"Snap out of it Wally!" he shouted, trying to slap himself awake. He winced as his finger lingered over his newly forming black-eye. The pain though seemed to shock Wally though for his legs began to twitch before running for it, almost running ahead of his body like a cartoon. Sprinting up the wet, concrete steps, he heard the dirt walls of the narrow staircase break behind him from the pressure. The sound of rushing water filled Wally's ears. Tripping on the last step and landing smack on his stomach, Wally glanced up, never any gladder to have rays of sunlight warm up his face.
"What . . . the . . . hell?" was what Wally managed to gasp out in short, shallow breaths. His breath got caught in his throat and he coughed, releasing it to take in fresh air. Wally groggily got back up onto his feet and walked out of the alleyway like a drunk.
'I know that underground path was underneath the lake but it wouldn't just . . . break down all a sudden like that,' Wally thought as he collapsed on a nearby dark-green bench. 'Something, or someone, had to have dove underneath the lake and tried to drill a hole through it!' Wally's jade-green eyes darted towards the left where the lake was. 'And I think I know who too . . .'
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Brendan smirked insanely in triumph again as the lake waters began to drain slowly, yet steadily. His ruby-red eyes sparkled in the sunlight but these eyes weren't filled with happiness, but with hatred instead.
"B Boy . . ." May pleaded for the last time as she slid down onto her knees. Her legs were sticky with wet mud and sand as she reached up and clung onto Brendan's right arm. "Please . . . stop," she begged again.
The white-haired trainer rolled his crimson-red eyes down towards his girlfriend; his eyes softened at the sight. As much as he wanted to physically hurt Wally, he knew, deep in his heart, that he couldn't bear to emotionally hurt May.
"That's enough," he remarked with disdain, sighing soon afterwards. Brendan's faithful Swampert rose back up to the surface, his lungs taking in a grateful grasp of air as he struggled to keep afloat in the new lake's current.
Brendan read his Pokémon's mind. "Yes, you can go refill the hole."
Muddy smiled a goofy little smile before diving back down into the clear crisp depths of the lake. Soon, the draining of the water ceased to a stop as Mudy swam back up towards the surface.
"Thank you," May breathed as the nervous Beautiflies in her stomach stopped fluttering about.
"I hope you're happy," Brendan remarked in a disgusted tone as he pushed May's hands off his right arm. The smirk on his face had long died down and was replaced with a nasty little scowl. He returned Muddy back into his Pokéball in a beam of red light. "Now if you excuse me, I have some business to take care of . . ."
"Brendan, wait-!" It was too late as Brendan turned around and walked away, leaving behind a teary-eyed, dirty with muddy girl, her biker shorts seeping with water.
Meanwhile, Wally was still sitting on the bench near the town square, one hand holding a damp cloth to his left eye. Ice would of been better but Wally didn't want to see Wanda's face when he got home and then explaining to her that the girl he had a crush on practically mauled him down with higs and kises and then her boyfriend saw and beat him up.
"Dammit Brendan Birch!" he cursed under his breath. His emerald-green eyes spotted the boy march by, his face screwed up into a furious frown, his fists shoved into his pants' pockets. "What has happened to you?" the green-haired trainer boy thought out loud sadly as the white-haired boy scared off a few little kids that were playing in his path. Frustrated that he didn't know the answer, Wally sprang up from his seat and rushed right over to Brendan who was walking along the path back to Verandturf Town.
"What's your problem?!" Wally demanded to know as he jogged alongside the quick-paced white-haired boy, one hand still clutching a damp cloth to his black-eye.
"I suggest you get out of my way not unless you want your right eye to match your left!" Brendan growled through clenched teeth. "Besides, it's none of your business!" He hastened his pace to rid himself of the pesky green-haired trainer.
Wally was one step ahead though as he jumped ahead of the boy trainer, making him stop in his tracks. "Listen you arrogant asshole! I didn't kiss May! Okay, I did but I didn't kiss her first, I didn't take advantage of her, I didn't do anything except sit there and she sat there and all of sudden, bam! I'm on my back and she's just kissing me-" Wally bit his lip and stopped talking as soon as he saw Brendan's already twisted face twist up more in loathing.
"I'm out of here." Brendan shook his head and walked around the green-eyed trainer.
Wally only turned around and gaped at Brendan's back. Slowly (without noticing), a scowl spread across his face. Throwing the cloth that he covered his black eye to the ground, Wally ran towards the unaware ruby-eyed trainer and jumped on his back, bringing both Brendan and himself down hard on the ground, Brendan on the bottom.
"GET OFF ME WOOD!" Brendan bellowed from the top of his lungs as he tried to swing a punch at Wally from behind.
Wally only dodged it and stood back up, pinning Brendan down by putting a foot on his back. "I'll only let you stand up only if you calm yourself down and believe that I didn't kiss May first. But you can't go and get all pissy on her though either."
" . . . Fine. Now get off!"
Wally rolled his eyes but had to oblige all the same as he took his foot of the white-haired trainer's back. Brendan stood up and brushed the dirt off the front of his clothes. Finally satisfied with cleaning his clothes, he stared straight into Wally's green orbs and took in a deep breath before speaking.
"WHAT THE HECK IS WRONG WITH YOU?!"
Wally winced and closed his eyes as Brendan shouted these words. Thinking that Brendan was done with his shout, Wally slowly opened one eye and then the other before answering. "Because you wouldn't listen to me! I want to know what the heck is wrong with you! You know as well as I do that something is wrong and that I'm not going to stop bugging you until you tell me." His emerald-green eyes softened. "I also know that you want to tell me too even with what . . . happened. So spit it out and tell me now!"
Brendan was taken aback by Wally's sudden determination. "Listen, this is none of your concern like I said a billion times," he muttered quietly so that Wally had to strain his ears to hear it. "You'll only hurt yourself more if you knew. You just couldn't handle it."
"Try me," the green-haired trainer stated simply. He shoved his hands in his pockets and stared straight down at the ground. "I'm listening . . ."
The ruby-eyed trainer looked around Wally and then looked down at the floor as well. He kicked the ground, causing the some dirt to uprise in the process. "I just . . . can't alright? As much as I want you in my personal life," he rolled his eyes at this, "it would . . . kill me to tell you so to speak."
"So? You wanted me dead just today remember?" Wally remarked, his eyes trailing back up to stare at the light blue sky. "You probably would of done so too if May wasn't there."
Brendan scowled when Wally mentioned this as he dug his heel in the dirt. He felt his cheeks heat up with anger as his eyes darted up to meet Wally's own pair of orbs.
"I still don't understand WHY you kissed her . . ."
"For Latios's sake Birch!" Wally slapped his forehead in frustration. "I thought we went over this, I did not, I repeat, DID NOT kiss her first! Do you want to here the story? Well here it is! I saved her from whoever tied her up and we sat there in the dark silence and then she just jumped all over me and-"
Brendan blinked twice. "Hang on, repeat that," he said, interrupting Wally mid-sentence. "Before you . . . before she-"
"Mauled me down?" Wally finished for him. "See, Archie from Team Aqua-"
Brendan's eyes widened as he remembered the "plan" Archie suggested. "Archie? Where did he come from? Care to explain?"
Wally thought for a minute. "Well, I . . . erm, "found" this secret hideout in an alleyway here and Archie was there and he told me that May was in trouble underground in that alleyway so I ran down there and I untied her." Wally intentionally skimmed on details, Brendan didn't need to hear the conversation between Archie and him anyways.
"Tied her?" Brendan asked, blinking twice again. "Who did?"
The green-haired trainer only shrugged in return. "I'm not sure . . . Why is this happening all of a sudden? Who would tie up May? How come Maxie and Archie just reappeared all of a sudden? Why is time going by so fast yet so slow at the same time? What's going on?"
Brendan took in a deep breath and sighed. "I know why," he muttered quietly. "He . . . he wants me to do something . . . something that you shouldn't know. Something that-"
"You know, you keep repeating yourself over and over like a frikkin' parrot!" Wally cut in. When people repeat things they can't tell, it means that they do want to tell. So tell, don't show! Or, er, something."
Brendan, again, looked around and nodded his head in agreement. "Fine, I'll tell you but you have to swear that you won't tell a single soul, don't even think it out loud to yourself. And you can't interrupt me until I finish got it?"
"Crystal." Wally walked over to a pair of large gray boulders that sat at the banks of a small lake and planted himself on one, beckoning Brendan to sit on the other.
After sitting down on the boulder, Brendan began his tale. He sighed as he stared into the distance, watching the sky turn from a light blue to a mix of yellow, red, orange and pink. "Well, it all started last night . . . I was shopping for decorations then I found myself in downtown Mauville. He . . . he was there. Maxie I mean." He looked back at Wally who's face screwed up in horror and disgust. "As you know, he dislikes- okay, let's be blunt, he hates you so much that he wants to see you dead. But he doesn't want to be the one with the blood on his hands in the end. He wants me to . . . he wants me . . . he wants me-"
"To kill me?" Wally couldn't help but interrupt. "I thought so, he told me."
"Maxie?"
"No, Archie. Right before he told where May was hidden. But now I know that you don't want to kill me but he does but he doesn't want to. Confusing sentence . . ."
"There's a catch though," Brendan remarked as Wally trailed off. "If I don't . . . er . . . kill you, he'll kill you for me. Along with me. . . and my one true love which is May."
Wally shot up from the boulder and glared towards the distance. "You can't let him do that Brendan! But I don't want to die! But I would if it would save May! But I don't-"
"Exactly what I was thinking." Brendan chuckled despite the seriousness of the subject. He continued his story as Wally calmed down and planted himself back on the rock. "So I don't know what to do. I was told to kill myself by Archie but I couldn't do that and I tried calling the police but Maxie's one step ahead and . . . and I don't know what to do." The white-haired trainer placed his elbows on his knees and ran his hands through his snowy-white hair.
Wally took in a deep breath and stared at the sun that was beginning to hide behind the mountains. "If we had a choice to save May, you wouldn't mind you and me being killed right?"
"I'd do anything to save May but there's no way, there's no other choice but the two I have right now," he sighed.
"But that's where you're wrong." Wally stood back, Brendan following suit. "You said that Maxie would kill you, me and your one true love right?"
"Right . . ."
"Well then, there is a way then . . . there is more then two choices after all."
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The cotton candy pink, golden yellow, and bright orange faded into dark purple and then to a midnight black, the sky littered with twinkling stars. A soft wind brushed against the young girl trainer's cheek as she stared up at the waxing, crescent-shaped moon. Her sapphire-blue eyes sparkled as she thought of all the things that happened today. Hatred, falsehood, anger, confusion . . . she thought that it wasn't possible for all those strong emotions to be thrown in less then a few hours.
May felt the long blades of grass tickle her bare feet as she swung her legs back and forth on Wally's porch. Brendan called her out here so they could "talk." Her stomach flip-flopped nervously at those words when he told her a hours ago. Why he wanted to wanted to wait till now, she wasn't sure.
Suddenly, Wally's front door opened, sending out a blast of air from the air-conditioner. There stood Brendan, his hair swaying delicately in the gentle north wind, his ruby-red eyes glowing with an emotion May couldn't place her finger on. Slowly, he closed the wooden door and sat down next to May on the porch. He reached out grabbed her hands, his warm ones against her cold ones thanks to the calm yet freezing zephyrs.
"Listen May, we need to talk . . ." Brendan began as he tightened his grip on May as if he were hanging off the edge of a cliff.
May looked at him confused but nodded all the same.
"Remember the last fair day six long months ago?"
May nodded again, her eyes sparkling with happiness from the fond memory. "I remember it like yesterday. You saved me by protecting me when we crashed landed in the formal dance, Wally battled Maxie, you led me outside to a water fountain and we . . . kissed and danced under the stars . . ." She sighed happily. "It was so magical."
Brendan was already beginning to detest this. "About that May . . ."
"Yes?" she asked, smiling, her dark-blue eyes twinkling more than usual.
The white-haired trainer took in a deep breath and exhaled slowly. "I hated it . . ." he managed to mutter under his breath.
"What?" May asked, confused. She felt her heart drop. "I thought that we had-"
"I HATED IT! You know what, that's not even right! I HATED YOU!" Brendan roared, dropping down May's hands. "You want to know why I kissed you and did all that?! Because people forced me into it! Saying how 'cute' we were together and crap like that! I hated it! I did it so they would get off my damn back! The truth is I hated you from the moment I met you! You were just some ugly, stuck-up prissy who probably only wanted to shop all day instead of going on a Pokémon adventure! You always are thinking about yourself and your needs aren't you? 'Brendan, I'm tired, can we stop please? Brendan, can I have your food, I'm hungry! Brendan, can you spit on my shoes and clean them for me?' That's all crap in the toilet now! I don't need you anymore, its been fun . . . not! So when Wanda's party is over and we're allowed to go, I'm leaving you . . . for GOOD this time! So good luck at the Pokémon League, you're going to need it!"
Brendan quickly stood back up, turned around and was about to walk away towards the a distant hill in Verandturf when a hard and powerful kick from behind made him fall face first in the soft grass. He rolled onto his back quickly and pushed himself up back onto his feet. He felt his eyes burn with hot, raging anger, his fists shaking. He couldn't speak though, he was too worried on how May would react.
May reached up and slapped Brendan hard across the face with her white-gloved hand, almost knocking Brendan out. "You son of a bitch!" she bellowed, her eyes glaring hot white daggers at the white haired boy. "Don't you ever, EVER come up to me, say we need to talk and then speak to me like that! You're not leaving me, I'm leaving you!" With another slap to Brendan's already rosy face cheeks, she turned around in a huff and marched off, fuming.
Brendan stood there and watched May leave, his eyes wide, his mouth gaping. He placed his formerly warm hands on his heated cheek to soothe the pain. He swallowed a rather large lump in his mouth. He didn't hear the opening of a door behind him and the padded footsteps of someone coming behind him.
"Seems like everyone is getting hurt today," Wally murmured behind the white-haired trainer sadly. "You okay? That was tough . . ."
"I wish there was another way Wally, I really wish there was," Brendan remarked dejectedly as he let go of his cheeks to shove his hands in his pockets. He swallowed another lump that got caught up in his throat. "It was hard enough to say "I hate you" but now I've got to live with the fact that I might just end up dying with May mad at me?"
"It takes a lot of courage to let go Brendan, a whole bunch of courage. It also takes a lot of courage to sacrifice yourself in order to save someone else."
"I know. I just wish . . ."
"Yeah?"
"I just wish I had a real chance to say goodbye . . ."
This chapter had too many emotional switches. ::sighs::
Muddy: HAHA!
Flare: What are you laughing at.
Muddy: Dunno. ::shrugs::
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