(I redid chapter one because of some complaints and confusion. Enjoy! (i hope))

(Brock)

"Hold it red head, put your pokemon down and step back, you too "Squinty", I don't want to hurt anyone, but the boss has put a reward on both of your heads. You two are labeled as 'dangerous to the cause'."

I turned towards the voice and nearly fell to the ground, standing there was a boy who looked shockingly similar to Ash, but no, things were different, his hair was red, as well as his eyes, and there was a huge scar running down the side of his neck.

I shot a glance at Misty who was standing next to me, and saw the confusion in her eyes too, we were being robbed by the spitting image of the boy she had loved.

No, it wasn't him. Ash was dead. He had died the day that Jesse and James had finally managed to capture Pikachu.

They had tried to use the same giant Robots as always, it had knocked both Misty and I unconscious. They got away, and it was all because Ash had decided not to bring any of his old pokemon with him. He had tried to pull a "Gary"arriving in the new region with only his first pokemon, his pikachu.

When we woke up, we were in the Pokemon center, apparently we had just barely survived an enormous explosion from what we could only assume to be the rocket's robot. We asked Officer Jenny where Ash was, but they didn't have any idea. They had been searching for survivors for 5 days, and they had only found a body, horribly burned and scarred beyond recognition.

Dead, dead and gone.

"You can't have our Pokemon! Just try to take them from us!" Misty returned, still shaken by the boys appearance.

"Yeah, just try, we have taken out scores of Grunts like yourself, what makes you think that you can take on two gym leaders alone?" I added angrily.

He laughed at us! I was pissed, yelling bloody murder, and he just started laughing.

"Lets just say I have a hunch," he retorted, "and plus-"he began.

"He's not alone," came a beautiful voice from behind us "After all, what would Red ever do without Blue?"

Standing behind us was a dazzlingly gorgeous girl with blue hair and dark blue eyes.

She winked at me, and held up five pokeballs.

I reached for my belt, and there was only one ball left.

"Aww, you're cute when you're confused" she said with a giggle.

"Oh, and I'm sure you haven't noticed that yours' are gone either huh red-head, or should I say Misty of Cerulean City Gym?" laughed the boy, as a Murkrow formed out of the shadows and landed on his arm with a belt full of pokeballs in its beak.

"HEY!!!! GIVE US BACK OUR POKEMON!!" shouted Misty, livid with rage.

"Well, if you say so," gasped the boy in between bouts of laughter. When he finally calmed down, he threw Misty one of her pokeballs. "We're fair thieves, we'll give you a chance to fight us for them, you with your corsola, and him with his mudkip. As an added bonus, we wont even play on your weaknesses."

The girl dropped a pokeball at her feet and out came a houndour, an angry little dog that spits fire, which should be an easy victory for our two water types. "After you," she giggled as Misty turned an ever brighter shade of scarlet.

"That's it!," Misty raged, "Corsola, use hydro pump on Houndour, full strength lets finish this quick and show these bastards not to mess with a gym leader."

Her corsola inhaled, and shot out a jet of water with enough pressure to rip through steel plating.

"Houndour, use faint attack to shadow step behind Mudkip and then use crunch." the girl responded.

I watched as the houndour faded out of existence before the hydro pump could hit it and appeared right behind my mudkip. It clamped down on my mudkip with its razor sharp teeth and shook it side to side until Mudkip couldn't take it anymore, and passed out.

"Okay Houndour, stop, we want to capture these pokemon, not kill them" she giggled. "and as for you sweetie," she said turning towards me, "looks like you lost, sorry but its night-night for you!"

"What are you talking about, its the middle of the-" was all I was able to get out before I felt a sharp jab in my neck. Without warning, I collapsed. I struggled to get up, but none of my muscles were responding. All I could do was lay there and watch.

"No! Brock!" gasped Misty, horrorstruck..

"Murkrow, use mirror move, copy Corsola's hydro pump and send it right back" the guy ordered, his voice now cold as steel.

I watched as the bird opened its beak and the torrent of water slammed into Corsola knocking it out cold.

I wanted to yell at misty to get out of there, to grab her Pokemon and run, but my jaw wouldn't move, so all that came out was a moan. The red haired boy stepped behind her, and delivered a swift blow to the back of her head. She crumpled to the floor.

I felt my eyes drooping, as whatever the girl did to me took effect. The last thing I heard before I faded into the cold was the boy kneeling down next to me and whispering: "Don't worry about your pokemon, Brock, they will be placed in my special collection, I will take good care of them, I promise."