I intend to switch between characters every now and then; as most writers do in novels, but sometimes it may prove to be a little bit of a jump for some readers, so I'll just tell you, to be sure: We're switching to see how Rohan's been getting on…

I intend to switch between characters every now and then; as most writers do in novels, but sometimes it may prove to be a little bit of a jump for some readers, so I'll just tell you, to be sure: We're switching to see how Rohan's been getting on…

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Rohan put the phone down, and wandered out of the pokemon center. He was tall for his age, with big, curious brown eyes and freckles. His black hair was cut fashionably short, and he wore a pair of torn jeans and a green and brown striped hoodie. His trousers were held up by a black belt, which had two pokeballs clipped to it. He had not been permitted to begin his adventure, and travel beyond Oldale Town, but no-one had thought to stop him buying poke-balls from the Mart and catching additional pokemon. It was becoming dark, and a light mist had settled over the town; covering it like a blanket. Most people were indoors, eating their evening meal or watching television, but Rohan was a trainer, now. He had to stay out; something in his mind told him. There was still time for a few more battles before he headed home.

Kerensa was back, Mum had told him. He wasn't sure how to feel about that. He liked the thought of battling his sister, when she got a pokemon, but there was just something annoying about having to travel with her on their journey.

Rohan turned out of the little town, through a footpath to the right. It took him up to a clearing with a river running through it, and he stopped. This would be the perfect spot to train.

…Except there was someone else there. Rohan was about to call out, when he sensed something was not quite right. He ducked behind a mossy, bent-over tree and watched. It was hard to make out in the mist, but two men were standing, talking.

"…so we go back to the boss?" the first asked. He was a tall man, and wore a long, black greatcoat of leather, a pair of grey jeans and a black t-shirt with white skull-and-crossbones on it. The other man was dressed in similar, dark clothes, and they both wore wide-brimmed hats. The other man nodded.

"That little brat wasn't killed though, some kid saved him."

"…Whatever; as long as the 'Aggravator' experiment was successful."

Rohan was certain these men were responsible for the Poocheana attack on that guy in the woods. His mum had filled him in on the details. Rohan was overconfident of the power of his Pokemon, and he was filled with contempt of these men.

"Halt!" he shouted, pulling a pokeball from his belt. Both men jumped; not expecting an intruder, and then burst out laughing.

"Are you playing policemen, kid?" the first man asked.

"Well let us play too: we can be the gangsters who kill you" the other laughed.

"Who the hell are you?" Rohan asked, ignoring them "your outfit is really naff, by the way…"

Both men snarled at the insult to their uniform.

"Who we are, is none of your business" the second man growled "what matters is that you overheard our conversation. Now you die."

"Go! Zubat!"

"Go! Rattata!"

The fanged, purple bat and the blue-furred rat appeared before their owners in a flash of light. Rohan frowned.

"Two on one? Now that's a little unfair."

"Shut up" the first gang member barked.

"I choose Zombi and Wurmple!" Rohan called, throwing both his pokeballs. He was very nervous: he knew about double-battles but had never had one. They sounded pretty complicated and he could not afford to loose this battle, if what these men were threatening was anything to go by.

Zombi was a newly discovered pokemon of the Dark type. It resembled a small ball-head with wide, blank eyes on top of a tiny body and two stumpy legs, but no arms or hands. It had several small scars running over its forehead and torso. Its mouth gaped; hungrily at the enemy Pokemon. All in all, it was cute in a helpless, zombie type of way. Rohan looked to the two men, thinking they'd laugh, but they both looked perfectly serious.

"Zubat: leech life that Zombi, quick!"

"Rattata, use your quick attack on Wurmple!"

Rattata dashed forwards, slamming into the bug pokemon and knocking it backwards, but it regained its footing and responded by tackling the surprised rat, directly in the face. Zubat swooped down and bit the little green zombie on the head, before making a retching noise and fluttering away.

"Ha-ha! Poisoned!" Rohan cheered. Zombi gave a happy gurgle, and then counterattacked by using tackle.

"Rattata; bite!" ordered the owner of the little rat. It responded by leaping for Wurmple and latching onto it. Wurmple squealed and struggled to loosen its attacker. Meanwhile, Zubat tried another leech life, but this time, Zombi stumbled out of the way and then used tackle. Zubat attempted to flutter up, but repeated tackles defeated it and it fainted.

Unfortunately; Rattata, gripping Wurmple in its mouth, twisted its head and threw the little bug into a tree. Wurmple, who was fairly weak, anyway, fainted as well.

"Looks like it's between you and me, kid…" the second, more brutal gangster smirked "…I've enjoyed this little bout."

Rohan wasted no time talking to him.

"Zombi; bite!"

The little undead Pokemon stumbled forward and gnashed its teeth shut on Rattata. The rat struggled and freed itself by using tail whip.

"Tackle!" the gangster ordered, desperately. Rattata was on its last legs: staggering and bruised.

"Dodge it!" Rohan snapped "Tackle it back!"

Rattata fell to the ground, bounced once and lay still.

"Useless Pokemon!" the man snarled. The two black-clad strangers returned their pokemon.

"That's all you've got!?" Rohan laughed.

"Don't push it, kid. You won today, but the Boss won't be happy when he hears of this. You're going to get it." The first gangster snarled, before the pair pushed past him and ran off into the fog.

"Well done, Zombi." Rohan smiled and petted the little beast. "We really should tell someone about those guys, though…"

At that moment, a voice called out to him. It was so sharp and angry, it seemed to cut through the fog itself.

"Rohan! Where are you!?" Kerensa yelled "I've got a bone to pick with you!"

"Oh crap…" Rohan muttered "My sister…"

"Wuuurgh?" gurgled Zombi

"My thoughts exactly…"

So there you have it: chapter three!

Incidentally: I would like to point out that I'll be changing a lot of characters in this, and sometimes they will be gym leaders. I have also added a few new pokemon (yes, Zombi will have evolutions!), and there will also be a new element: Light.

If you want a character to show up in this fic, post details according to this rough Bio:

Name-

Age-

Gender-

Appearance-

Job-

Personality-

Pokemon-

Also, be aware that I will pick a select few characters, maybe two or three, because I already have an ample supply lined up for appearance soon.

There will be snobs, best friends, rangers and more soon.

Later, guys. Wedge signing off.