Hi, this is my first time uploading fan fiction to fanfiction. Pretty much, I wanted to give more character to my character in Pokemon Black, and . . . well, this is what I came up with.

Just so we're clear, I write in third-person. I don't like just giving one person's view of the entire story, so I will switch who's point of view the story is from quite often.

This first chapter is told from the Castelia's gym leader's point of view. His name's Burgh.

Burgh gnashed his teeth as the Team Plasma Grunts surrounding him all grinned. "It's simple, Burgh. If we steal all of the Gym Leader's Pokémon, then many trainers won't have a reason to catch more Pokémon. This will put a large dent in the number of Pokémon caught, and that means less Pokémon will suffer."

Burgh grabbed out his Leavanny's pokéball, but he already knew he wouldn't win. There were just too many of these Grunts for him to beat. The Grunts all grinned as each one grabbed out a Pokéball, there had to be at least ten of them. A large crowd of people were watching with horrified eyes, and Burgh wasn't certain how he would-

"RUN! DON'T MAKE EYE CONTACT!"

Everyone turned in shock as a surprising number of people ran in their direction, all of them clearly in a panic as they dashed away from the ports. Before Burgh could flinch, the crowd from the port actually ran directly into the crowd, even bowling over quite a few of the Grunts. Burgh quickly used the distraction to slip out of the circle as the Grunts were caught in the stampede's path.

"We're sorry!"

Burgh turned in shock as a woman spoke to him. She clearly had been part of the crowd from the ports, and Burgh found himself grinning. "Actually, that was pretty good timing."

The woman shook her head and spoke more. "That doesn't change . . . look, we're really sorry! I mean it, we really didn't . . ."

The woman was clearly worried, and Burgh gave a slight smile. "It's alright, I know it's hard to control a crowd."

Burgh frowned when the woman shook her head. "Look, we all need to move now!"

Burgh frowned as he looked towards the port. All he really saw out of the ordinary was a . . . what was it called . . . a Houndoom, yeah. There was a Houndoom walking next to a person, both headed in their direction. While the person was too far away right now to make out any features, Burgh was rather certain the person next to the Houndoom was male, possibly in his teens.

The woman got Burgh to flinch when she spoke, terror in her voice. "It's him! He stowed away! We're so sorry, we didn't mean to bring him here!"

Burgh turned when he heard Pokémon being sent out. The Grunts had found him, and they had their Pokémon out now. One spoke, a grin on his face. "So you think you're getting away that easily? We're not going to let a mob stop us! We will get your Pokémon!"

Burgh sent out his Leavanny. The group of Patrats, Purrloins, and Trubbish attacked Leavanny, but Leavanny dodged them again and again. Burgh knew he had to come up with something fast, he knew that Leavanny couldn't dodge them forever, but . . . ugh, what could he do? He only had three Pokémon at this time, he couldn't-

"What are you doing?"

Burgh turned to face the woman, who was looking at both Burgh and the Grunts like they were missing an obvious fact. The fight stopped for a bit as the Grunts spoke to the woman. "We are going to end the suffering of Pokémon. To that end-"

The woman shook her head. "Don't you get it? He's almost here! And yet everyone here is just . . . oh, no."

Burgh frowned as the Houndoom and its owner walked right between Burgh and the Grunts. Now that he was close, Burgh could see that he had been right. The Houndoom's owner was a young boy in his teens. His brown hair was a mess that reached his shoulders and his eyes, red and bloodshot, scanned the area with precision. As the boy looked at one Grunt's Patrat, the boy scrunched up his face in disgust. "What a repulsive rodent."

As the boy walked past the Patrat he had insulted jumped at him. Before anyone could warn the boy the Patrat sunk its teeth into the boy's shoulder. At first the boy didn't react, but the woman did. "That's bad. This is very, very bad!"

As the boy slowly turned his head to face the Patrat he had a ferocious glare branded onto his expression. When he spoke, his voice was laced with poison. "That was a big mistake."

The boy reached for the Patrat, which removed its teeth from the boy's flesh. Before it hit the ground, the boy suddenly, gracefully whipped his leg around, catching the Patrat mid-fall with his foot in its gut. As the Patrat flew backwards, the boy's Houndoom unleashed a searing Flamethrower, hitting the Patrat dead-on. After the Patrat fell to the ground unconscious it was called back into its pokéball. Burgh frowned as the boy changed directions, storming his way over to the owner of the Patrat.

The other Grunts got in the way, as did their Pokémon. One spoke up, clearly annoyed. "Who do you think you are, you brat?"

The boy chuckled as his Houndoom glared at the man. "My name is Singed. Don't tell me your name, I don't care about filth like you."

As the Grunt glared at Singed, Singed's Houndoom took a deep breath. With a furious 'DOOM!' the Houndoom sent out a large wave of sound.

The wave of sound slammed into each Pokémon the Grunts had out and flung them at their owners. Then the wave hit the Grunts, and blasted each of them off of their feet. In a horrifying show of its raw power, the wave of sound continued on, shattering a good deal of the windows that were on the building behind the Grunts. Burgh couldn't believe it. Was that . . . this Houndoom knew Snarl!

The boy chuckled cruelly as Houndoom leapt into the pile of Grunts, using Odor Sleuth. Soon, it grabbed a Grunt by the foot and dragged them out of the pile. After the Houndoom let go, the Grunt got up and brushed themselves off. However, the Grunt looked at Singed he found himself standing face-to-face with him.

Burgh gave a slight grin as he looked over at the woman. "That was good. I'm impressed, and here you were making him seem bad."

The woman gulped, never taking her eyes off of Singed. "He's not fighting them to help you. He got hurt, and he's going to get his pound of flesh."

Burgh frowned until he heard the gagging. He turned to see a sight that took a few seconds to register. Singed had one of his scarred hands around the Grunt's throat, he was suffocating the Grunt! Using his grip on the Grunt, Singed forced the Grunt to bring his face closer to Singed. "You own that rodent. Your despicable rodent bit me. Do you know the penalty for that?"

The Grunt was clearly terrified as Singed grinned cruelly. "To put it in terms you would understand, the penalty is pain."

Singed suddenly released the Grunt's neck, but as the Grunt took a deep breath Singed brought back his left hand. Before the Grunt could react, Singed slammed his fist into the Grunt's face. As Burgh stared in shock and horror, the Grunt cried out in pain and put his hands to his face, blood flowing freely from his nose. Singed backed away, but Houndoom took a deep breath again. As Burgh realized what was about to happen, he stepped forwards. "Stop!"

Singed turned to face Burgh, and Houndoom instinctively turned its head to the side. When it tried to correct its mistake, the flamethrower it had been about to use erupted too fast, and missed the Grunt's face by inches. As Singed turned back to face the Grunt, the other nine Grunts quickly got in-between Singed and the injured Grunt. Singed gave a cruel smirk as he crossed his hands, clearly amused.

"Really? You think that will stop me? Well, I guess accidents happen. I'll stop for now, but only if you get out of my sight."

The Grunts backed away as Houndoom growled at them, soon breaking out into a sprint as Houndoom released a warning Flamethrower. That same Flamethrower struck a building, and as the fire quickly began to spread a trainer with a Panpour called it out to deal with the fire. Burgh turned when he heard the grunt, frowning as he found himself face-to-face with Singed. Singed had a cruel smirk on his face as he looked at Burgh. "Why did you stop me?"

Burgh no longer was questioning why the woman was trying to warn them to get out of Singed's way. As Singed waited for Burgh's answer, Burgh could almost feel Singed's rage at just about everything around him. Burgh knew he wasn't going to get out of this one unscathed, so he told the truth. "You were taking it too far. That Grunt never commanded its Pokémon to bite you."

Singed's smirk grew slightly. "True. However, he owned the rodent that bit me. Are you saying he deserved to just be allowed to walk away unpunished?"

Burgh shook his head. "I'm not saying he shouldn't have been criticized. I'm saying that you shouldn't have punched him. You shouldn't have attempted to strangle him."

Singed's eyes narrowed dangerously, and Burgh barely had time to flinch as Singed's fist slammed into the side of Burgh's face. As Burgh fell down, quickly realizing he now had a nosebleed, he heard Singed chuckle. "I rest my case."

As Burgh got back to his feet, nursing his bleeding nose, he watched Singed walk away. The Houndoom stood at Singed's side as the two of them confidently walked towards Route 4. After everyone had seen how Singed dealt with people, they gave him all of their attention and a very generous amount of space.