Prologue…

4 years before present time…

A man was running through a base, with dead bodies all around him, some human, some of all kinds of Pokémon. He had reached the third basement level, and there were two levels left that he had when he reached the elevator taking him to the fourth floor. He pressed the down button, and noticed many more bodies were around him than the rest of the base that he had been through. He took a moment to check all the bodies, if he knew anyone of them. He didn't feel they were familiar, except the body of one Pokémon. That Pokémon was a Blaziken, whose red coloring had faded slightly due to death and age. The Blaziken had several scars; the most prominent was a scar that ran through the eyes and over the bridge of the nose. The man closed his eyes in anguish as he whispered a word.

"Blaze…" he said. The elevator pinged as it opened. He got up away from the bodies and started toward the elevator. He walked in and when he opened his eyes, he gasped. The walls of the elevator were covered in blood, and bodies were to the back of the elevator, burnt, cut, or electrocuted. He took a moment to take all this in, and noticed that they were his enemy's Pokémon and trainers. He sighed in relief. He pressed the 4th floor button and waited. As soon when he heard the ping and the door opened, the carnage wasn't that bad. He walked out and saw three men standing beside the elevator. They were dressed like him. They wore white caps, with a red W on it. They also wore striped white and red shirts with black pants and shoes. They wore black masks, with only mouth and eye slits. They all nodded when he came out. He was the only one not wearing a mask. He nodded to them and they did the same, and they all started forward. About halfway down the hall, they came across two more people, their allies. These two, however, were of a different group. They were no caps or masks, but wore black gloves and shirts, and wore blue pants. They also wore a red bandana on their right arms. The bandanas had a white A on it, and they also nodded to them.

"Our boys are a little more down the hall, about two or three more. Told us to wait for backup," The tall one said. The mask-less man opened his mouth, and said,

"Alright, I'm the Head Admin, Jansen. I was called here a few minutes ago to support and Watchmen and Avengers here, and eliminate the SotA's here. I also got word that He's here. Is this true?"Jansen said.

"Yes, he is, so far, he has stuck his little self in floor 5, but once he came to support his men. He got as far as floor 3, but we pushed him back. Lost a lot of guys, doin that. We would have twice the men here, and wouldn't need backup. But, here you are," The shorter man replied. Jansen shook his head. He looked back up and walked on, both groups of men following him. He came across more bodies, getting more and more numerous with every step he took. He soon took a turn at a corner, and saw Avengers sitting against the wall, resting. Across from them, SotA bodies filled the floor. The other men went on ahead, but Jansen stopped and sat next to them.

"Wake up," He said, and they looked at him out of the corner of their eyes, smiling.

"The cavalry arrives. I'm Blake, and Jansen, I think you've already met Kirk," the closest man said. Kirk looked at Jansen and waved.

"Yeah, we're about to go to the 5th floor. You guys are coming with," Jansen ordered. They looked at each other and got up. Jansen soon followed, and they walked up to the elevator. The other men were looking at the elevator, and when Jansen, Blake, and Kirk joined them, the ping sounded, and the doors slid open. The inside was like the elevator before, but with a little less gore.

"Have you men sent guys down there?" Jansen inquired.

"Yeah, we were second wave, and I think second wave and third wave are down there," Kirk answered.

"How long has this been going on?"Jansen asked again.

"A couple of days, actually. I came in through the first couple of floors without a scratch. We all did, but when we hit floor 3, it was like walking into hell, I mean literally. Battles were going on all around us. Some people were going up against up to three people, but when we rolled in, so did their chief. He slaughtered us and then Blake rolled in with third wave. We went to half strength when he decided to fall back. He had about ten guys go in with that elevator, and we had to wait and regroup, and then strike an hour later. By then, Reinforcements from your guys came, and we attacked all together. They were tough guys to get through, but we did it," Kirk sighed. Jansen nodded, and they hit the fifth and final floor. They walked through, and SotA men were there, fighting off the last of the Watchmen and Avengers. Friendly forces were almost out, and there were only ten SotA's left. They looked at them as an explosion sounded. Everyone fell to the floor as the elevator shut off and fell. Jansen looked at everyone in confusion. Even the enemy didn't know what was going on. He ran past them and their Pokémon and when he got to the end, he saw a door. He barreled through it and saw the Boss of SotA stand in one of many elevators, with about three Head Admins, and they smiled at him. He looked around the room and saw many elevators, all packed to the brim with SotA's. He glanced at the Boss again as the doors closed and he heard another explosion, this time, breaking through the door he had come through, and the shockwave sending him to the ground. He looked back and saw a fireball heading for him. He got up and ran towards the only elevator left, and got inside. He pressed the only button left on it, the G level. He saw the fireball burst in the room and engulf anything in its way. He pressed the close button, and it ponged. He looked up, and pressed it again. It ponged. He looked at the message showing on a monitor, and it said this:

'Burn in Hell' The message said, and he screamed in anger and fear as he was burned in an instant, the fireball consuming him and the base, with only the Sons of the Air as a clear victor…

And so the battle ended…

With the loss of Team Avengers and half of Team Watchmen. Team SotA had only lost a quarter of its men, as most of them were sent to claim Avenger ground. The echoes of the battle were heard all throughout the regions, with that the screams of all the tortured to come…

Meanwhile, in LittleRoot Town, an eight-year-old was being carried out of a burning building by people in clothing that sported SotA emblems, the three of which were right under the position of Admins.

Writer's Notes: What did you guys think? Good? Bad? Ok-ish? Whatever you think, review!!! Thank you!

~Untouched Forever