This fic is also posted on AO3 and yes since I am posting it here I am going to start updating for this story again. It's been nearly a year. Anyway, this story will contain graphic depictions of violence, blood, and language. The main pairings, which are also a main focus of the story, are slash! Ambrollins and Centon for the most part. This is a huge fantasy AU with Elementals, magic and Familiars, and corrupt Government. Okay, please enjoy...

The Authority had risen to power 8 years ago after the public execution of the eldest Darkness Elemental, The Undertaker. He'd been running the US since his sudden reign over the country as a young adult; around the time he discovered he was an Elemental. Back then, elementals were flourishing and although they were not nearly as populated as average humans, they were plentiful. The Authority made it their mission to change that. All elementals if, they did not conform to The Authority's rule, would be hunted down and killed. It was almost as if they expected most everyone to resist. It led to an absolute massacre that left people quaking in fear.

The main question was to how The Authority was able to kill so efficiently and effectively, as well as quickly. Dozens of rebel Humans, let alone Elementals, were being murdered. Then, the rumor began; the rumor that spoke of The Authority having their own Elemental of Darkness to do their bidding. Of course, no one could ever confirm it. Once The Authority had a hit on you, it was over. At least, that was the case until 4 months later.

The formation of the resistance group, The Voiceless, formed by leaders John Cena and infamous CM Punk led to an abrupt killing spree that may or may not have had anything to do with The Authority. It did, however, confirm the existence of The Darkness elemental. All the people who were "killed" were turned into stone. Every single one of them were statues. Only one person had the ability to do that. There was only one problem.

At no point in History had there ever been more than one Darkness Elemental alive at one time. It was historically improbable and people, who take or inherit an Elemental's power, could not use their "special ability." That was how things had rolled for centuries. This piece of information raised questions, but people had more pressing matters to worry about.

Where was The Light Elemental? Surely, he or she couldn't just be sitting around watching all of this carnage and then do nothing? For now, The Voiceless was on their own. They began to recruit people skilled with guns and hand-to-hand combat. They also built an underground HQ on the outskirts of the abandoned Mexico and formed a haven for on-the-run Elementals. It'd been 3 years and their numbers were winding down rapidly, and still the Light Elemental was nowhere to be found.

It was in the 5th year, that The Voiceless actually fought back against The Authority; the very first mission. Natalya, Beth Phoenix, Jimmy and Jey Uso, The Bella Twins along with Roman Reigns and Dean Ambrose, made it far into the main city where The Authority ruled. The battle broke out on practically the Lawn of McMahon tower. It was the closest anyone outside of The Authority had been to the Tower in 3 years.

"They're not human, Dean. They're not some raging lunatics you can just shoot down; they're the Authority's secret weapon for a reason."

"If they're not human, then what the hell are they?"

"They're elementals."

(~~~~~~~)

"Rooomaaaaan."

"Yes, Dean?"

"Spar with meeeeeeeeeeeee."

"You know I have to file this report, Dean."

Dean let out an irritated breath and crossed his arms. Roman glanced over, eyebrow rising at the sight of Dean positioned upside down in a chair, his legs hanging off the top. "Dean, really?"

"Yes, Roman. Yes, really. You have pushed me to this. I have reached new levels of boredom and you refuse to entertain me." Dean gave Roman a pointed look, his face turning red rapidly. Roman rolled his eyes and swiveled around in his chair to face Dean.

"We have a mission. A mission with Natalya and Naomi, sorry, Slayomi, which means you need to go suit up," Roman told Dean as he closed their most recent mission file. Dean fell forward off of the chair.

"Is it the mission I think it is?" Dean asked, looking up at Roman from the floor, a dangerous glint in his eyes. Roman nodded and walked out of the small office. Oh, yes. The mission that everyone had been starving for, the mission that would no doubt cause The Authority to send out their precious, so-called secret weapon, The Elemental of Darkness; this mission, if successful, will lead to the end of The Authority. The Authority only had this power, this fear over people, because they had the super scary Darkness Elemental. Well, here's a little tidbit about Elementals: they can die just like humans. Boom, headshot, and the darkness comes a-tumbling down.

Dean bolted out of the room as soon as he was on his feet and headed down to his room where his gear waited. Dean grinned, remembering the annoyed looks Punk would give him whenever he didn't wear the full gear. He would leave out the tactical gloves, instead wrapping tape around his hands. He would all together leave out the bullet proof vest, his explanation being, "I don't look as cool." to which Punk responded, "you won't look cool with bullet holes all through your body." Dean had begun to laugh at that point in time.

"Punk, please, give me credit where credit is due; I'm the only here who's never been hit or injured the whole time I've been here." Punk had rolled his eyes at that and simply walked away muttering about 'first times for everything.'

Now, Dean didn't want to brag, but he was also a pretty good shot. By pretty good shot, it means that he's the best marksman in The Voiceless and quite possibly most of the country. Dean's eccentric and erratic nature threw people off when they met him, so they brushed him off as weird or acted as if he couldn't comprehend things. So imagine everyone's surprise when he's able to shoot a bullet at a bullet flying through the air before it hits the target they'd been supposed to be aiming at. Dean was, sadly, quite used to being ignored and pushed aside for people who "acted" intelligent. The poor fools; didn't they know that unorthodox was the new brilliant?

"Ambrose!" A smiling Natalya began to walk in pace with Dean, who had just finished wrapping the tape on his hands, and putting his custom Wilson Combat handguns in their holsters. "I'm feeling quite, no pun intended, ha-ha, fired up for this mission!"

"I like it Nattie," Dean replied, glancing at her from the corner of his eye. He patted one of his guns. "Haven't fired these babies in a while. I thought I'd pull them out for this special occasion." Dean paused in his step and pressed the red button on the wall to his left that would open the doors in front of him and Natalya. The doors led to the drop-off zone, which was the area that everyone exited the Head Quarters. Newly installed, and stolen from The Authority, were the transporters. Slater had debugged them and destroyed anything that would lead The Authority to their front door. Titus had then rewired it and added a precise location device that allowed them to pinpoint the exact part of The Authority's Head Quarters they wanted to get into.

The plan was to transport directly into the Energy Room of The Authority's main Head Quarters, not to be confused with McMahon tower, and remove all energy sources. This would shut down not just the HQ, but all of their other bases. The Queen goes down and her followers follow.

"Are ya'll ready to go?" Naomi questioned as Dean and Natalya approached the transporters. She looked from Roman to Dean and then Natalya. She and Roman were already standing on the pads, ready to go.

As Dean stepped onto the pad, Natalya commented, "I think we need to add a little colour to our gear. I was thinking hot pink. I think it'd go really well with your eyes Roman." Natalya grinned at the big Samoan man.

"You think pink would look good with anything, Nat," Naomi countered with a small laugh. Natalya shrugged and closed her eyes, a small grin on her face as Cameron hit the transfer button.

( ~ )

It was exceptionally bright; too bright. It didn't feel natural. Dean surveyed the spacious area while Roman reported back to Daniel Bryan that they'd made it inside. The ceiling was quite high and the doors they currently stood in front of were particularly large. There were no handles on them, he noted. Dean tilted his head and eyed the large, glass tube that was in the middle of the room. It was almost like the testing tubes the older scientists had used to contain the rabid fire elemental that tried to burn down his school. Ah, yes, middle school memories.

"According to Eva, there should be an area full of computers," said Roman said. "Only after the security is deactivated will we be able to manually remove their power source." The other three members of the group nodded in understanding.

"Alright, Nattie and I will find the computers and bypass the security." Roman nodded his approval before she and Natalya headed off. Naomi had taken out her flame-infused Emperor Katana and was resting it on her shoulder as she and Natalya walked, ready to attack if necessary. It's always good to be prepared for a fight, especially in the enemy's territory.

Roman considered Dean for a moment before asking, "You want to take a look around alone and see if you can find the main power core?" Dean hummed his approval at this idea.

"I'm just wondering where all of this light is coming from…" Dean trailed off as he began to walk off. He vaguely wondered if he shot at the walls, if the security would go off. He paused mid-step and spun around to face Roman. "What are you going to do?"

"I'm just going to uh… Stand here."

"You're just gonna stand here."

"That's what I said."

"Just… stand there."

"Yes, Dean. I'll going to make sure no one comes in through these doors, okay?" Roman makes a dismissive gesture with his hands. "Go on now, find their energy core. Shoo!" Dean scoffed and rolled his eyes, but did not reply. Instead he went on his way further into the brightly lit room.

The walls being the purest shade of white did not help in reducing the room's brightness. In fact, it made it worse.

Dean was starting to grow a little confused. The room was quite bare. His little search for the Power Core was turning up a whole lot of nothing. This room was supposed to be where all the power units for the HQ were, but there seemed to be almost nothing—

Dean's hands flew down to his guns subconsciously as he rounded a corner and saw a figure. He squinted; the intensity of the light was harsher in this area. The figure was not moving from what he could tell. Dean took several steps closer, and the image of the person became clearer and clearer until he was standing right in front of the person. Dean, his hands still on his guns, eyed the person and his surroundings. It was definitely a male. The man was sitting in a chair, a dark, black blind-fold across his face. His hair was fairly long, and a quarter of it was blonde in comparison to the rest of the black hair. His ankles were chained to the legs of the chair and his wrists were chained as well. The chains on his wrists trailed off somewhere; Dean would take a look in a minute. The man looked as if he was… sleeping? Dean couldn't spot any sort of sign that the man was even breathing, but why would The Authority leave a dead guy chained to a chair in their HQ? Sensing no threat, Dean dropped his hands from his guns and kneeled down to place his ear on the guy's chest. There was no audible heartbeat. Standing back up, Dean continued to stare curiously at the subdued man sitting in a chair. He was giving off body heat, but he wasn't breathing, nor was there a heartbeat. Dean supposed he should check for a pulse but instead he reached forward and tugged at the blind fold.

It didn't move. It did not budge a single bit. Dean took a step back, surprised. "The fuck?" He let out a breath of air and began to follow the trail from the chain attached to the man's left wrist. He once again, turned a corner and noticed the walls were beginning to look more technological and the light was dimming a bit. The end of the chain was hooked up to some type of machine that had a monitor on the top and a keyboard at the bottom. Realization hit Dean like a brick. That guy was the power source.

That's fucked up.

Without thinking, Dean grabbed his gun and shot the computer screen. He flinched, waiting for some type of alarm to go off and sure enough, a shrill noise began to sound throughout the room. Dean ran back to the man and then followed the other chain, which led to a similar setting as the last. He already fucked up, might as well keep going, right? Dean shot this monitor as well before returning to the man. Dean winced as he heard Naomi yelling at him through his communicator?

"Dean, what the hell?" Naomi and Roman both hollered into the communicator.

"No time to explain," Dean breathed out, aiming his gun at the shackles around the man's wrists. One shot, shatter… Second shot, shatter…..

"Dean, why are you shooting?" Nattie asked, sounding just a tad bit calmer than his other two teammates.

"You are about to find out in a few seconds," Dean answered as the metal clasp around the guy's ankle shattered. He put his guns in their holsters and stared at the man for a few seconds. "I'm not sure I thought this through very well…" he muttered to himself. He stood to the side of the male and slid his arm under his knees and the other behind his back. He lifted up the guy and then cursed because how the hell was this going to work?

"Okay, I definitely didn't think this through very well." Dean partially dropped the guy so that he could reach for his communicator. "Okay, guys, look. I found the Power Core and—

"That doesn't explain why you started shooting, especially at stuff," Roman interrupted.

"Shut up, let me finished!" Dean barked. "The Power Core isn't a fucking power core, it's a goddamned person!" There was silence on the line for a few brief moments.

"What the hell do you mean it's a pers— oh." Roman halted in his tracks. He raised both of his eyebrows, looking thoroughly surprised. Abruptly, the lights went out and the alarm stopped. A low, robotic female voice spoke.

"Emergency, back-up power running. Ends in 2 minutes."

"Well, shit," Dean voiced loudly. Flames erupted to the side of Roman, revealing Natalya and Naomi.

"I already contacted Cameron. She's pinpointing our location and we should be beamed in at any second," announced Naomi.

"That's good work, Naomi," Roman muttered, still watching Dean and the man.

"He's an Elemental," Natalya noted. "There's no way a human has enough energy to power anything, except maybe, nothing."

"He won't wake the fuck up," Dean grumbled, lifting the man once more as their bodies began to fade from the area. In a flash they were gone.

The doors to the room slammed open, icy eyes glaring into the darkness. The darkness that was a part of him.

( ~ )

Punk stood next to Daniel Bryan as the Team rematerialized into their base. Immediately, Punk noticed the absence of a Power Core and instead, a whole new person.

"Uh, is there any reason you brought back a person and not… the uh…" Daniel waved his hand around a few times. "The Power Source you were supposed to bring back?" By the time D-Bry had finished his statement, Dean had already breezed past him, the person still in his arms. Punk turned and followed him, leaving D-Bry with the rest of the group.

"That guy was the Power Source," Roman said, breaking the awkward silence that had settled.

"Most likely an Elemental," Natalya added as she stepped off the transporter-pad. "We ran into a little problem. I'm not sure if you noticed, but he has a blind fold on his face; it won't come off. It won't even budge."

"He also doesn't react to anything; outer stimuli have no affect on him," Naomi continued before following after Dean and Punk. "Come on Nattie, Dean's taking him to the infirmary. You're a stronger Elemental than Brie is; we need your identifying skills so we can help him properly."

Punk jogged up to Dean and easily matched his brisk pace. "I'm gonna go on a limb here and assume that he's the Engery Source," he guessed as he strode beside The Voiceless's most eccentric member.

Dean sharply rounded a corner as he replied, "They had him chained to a goddamn chair. Also, he's not breathing and he's got no pulse. But get this; he's still generating his own body heat." Dean kicked open the door to the Infirmary and Punk rolled his eyes.

"I could have just opened it for you."

"Okay, uh yeah but shut up."

Brie walked out of the Nurse's office in the medium-sized infirmary. "Okay, who slammed the door and, Dean why is it you're always carrying someone when you come in here?" At Brie's words, Nikki peaked past the office door, curious.

"Ooh, but this one looks like he could be quite cute though," she commented, adjusting her snap back as she stepped out into the room. "Why don't you take the blind fold off?"

"You see that's the problem," Dean said, walking over to the bed and dropping the man there. "It won't come off. It won't even move!" Both Brie and Nikki looked incredulous, their expressions nearly identical. Brie strolled across the room over to where Dean was standing and placed her fingers against the black band covering the man's eyes.

"It must be material made by another Elemental. The Darkness Elemental's work, no doubt. It was most likely meant to block out light completely," Brie concluded.

"Why block out the light?" Naomi questioned as she entered the room along with Nattie, Roman and D-Bry. She joined Dean and Brie in the "surround the unconscious man on the bed" club. She had a sudden thought. "If the blind fold is make by an Elemental, than it can be destroyed by one."

"This is true," Daniel confirmed as leaned against the wall.

Natalya placed the tips of her fingers on the blind fold. "Let's try…" a small flame erupted across the black band and quickly spread across the material. In not even a whole second, the blind fold was gone.

Brown eyes flashed open and a sharp intake of breath was heard before the lights in the ceiling cut out and the glass broke, showering down on the members in the room. Glass everywhere continued to shatter, the sound echoing across the entire complex as each window, each light exploded into smithereens.

And then suddenly there was silence.