"Aww, how touching," a harsh voice came from the entrance to the alley.
Pitch dropped her paw, turning to where the voice came from. His smile had faded, replaced with partial shock and partial anger. He stepped toward the center of the alleyway, his body tense. He kept his feet apart, as if he was expecting a battle. It was clear that he recognized the voice.
From the alleyway stood a Pokemon silhouetted by the street light shining just behind him. It was evident by the way his body was made out to be and from the flaming tail that this was a Charmeleon. The only part of him the shimmered were the white fangs showing through the smirk that permanently resided on his face. Unlike Pitch, this Pokemon stood with his arms crossed, relaxed and laid back. His eyes gave a condescending glare that clearly showed a sense of superiority.
Pitch's eyes narrowed, "What do you want Castol?"
Castol stepped forward, into the alleyway, revealing his red skin, "Oh I just wanted to see what my favorite Eevee in Nimbasa was up to." He paused, his eyes quivering as he noticed something. "Hmm? You've healed rather quickly from that burn from earlier."
Pitch took a step back, his glare never wavering, "Why did you follow me? You already have my home. What else do you want?"
Castol chuckled before continuing, "Your home has proven to be a rather inconvenient place to reside. As it seems, it's quite hard to get in and out of. There also isn't a reliable food source nearby."
No duh, Pitch thought, It was designed that way to make my place seem less desirable.
I can't have a base of operations that my band of Pokemon can't get into," Castol continued, "You've also proven yourself rather resourceful, so me and my boys figured you'd find a better place soon." He snapped his fingers. As if on cue, a Sneasel and a Houndoom appeared from the street, falling in line behind the Charmeleon. Pitch took another step back.
"You can't have this place!" Pitch shouted, trying to keep the fear out of his voice, "It's not mine!"
Castol rolled his eyes, "We know that, idiot. You followed this poor Umbreon to her sanctuary. But that doesn't really matter now because I claim it as my own. Quite shameful of you to drag her into this, though," With that, he looked past him and onto Glow, "Hello, pretty. You should really be careful who you make allies with. They sometimes carry nothing but trouble wherever they go."
Pitch glanced backward at Glow, apology in his eyes. He didn't mean for her to get dragged into this. And now because of him, she would lose her home. He put his head down in shame.
"Now," Castol continued, "I'm going to get what I want, one way or the other. So, do you want to do this the easy way or the hard way?" he smirked once more, extending his claws as if to exaggerate the point.