Thanks for coming to my Betrayal fic. Now since I've had trouble with reviews that are knitpicky, aimed to offend, or just plain annoying, I'm going to set a few ground rules for this fic.

1) I am a diehard Amourshipper and while I have read harem fics for Ash, I stop if Serena isn't involved somehow. Anyone who doesn't like this ship, leave now as it will be a focus.

2) Some of Ash's old gang are going to join his side from the get-go, since I honestly can't picture them betraying the lovable blockhead. No picking on me due to my choices, I have my reasons.

3) No asking, "When will this happen?" "What will this person do?" "Why this and not this?" It annoys me to no end to get reviews like that. I'll either get to it, or I won't. Deal. Also, no complaining about Ash's age. He said in Pichu and Pikachu the short that it was a year since they met, so time does pass and I'm working under that principle to say Ash is about 14. That's the number I decided on so that's what I'm going with.

4) I will look at OCs just like Paradise Defenders, but I reserve the right not to use them. I also reserve the right to use other OCs previously given to me.

5) Criticism is welcome, but no knitpicking about grammar or spelling. All reviews containing such will be ignored/removed and the reviewer blocked.

6) No complaining about OOCness. This is a betrayal fic, that's pretty much a given, right? I'm not crazy for thinking it?

Now, if everyone adheres to the rules I've set, let's get this show on the road.

Darkness and Light, Into the Chaos!

Ash walked down the path to Pallet town. He had just gotten back from Kalos and was eager to get home. The town came into view and the ravenette looked to the yellow mouse on his shoulder. "There it is, Pikachu. Let's go!"

"Pika!" Pikachu replied, jumping off of Ash's shoulder and running down the path, his trainer close behind.

Hidden in the shadows of the trees, a figure smiled as they followed silently, as always.

...

Ash stood in front of the door to his house, smiling. He pushed the door open with a call of, "I'm home!"

"Ash!" Delia cheered, coming to the door to greet her son. "It's so good to see you home! Everyone has been waiting!"

"Everyone?" Ash asked, following his mother into the living room. As he stepped in, he saw (please bear with me, there's a lot of names here) Brock, Misty, May, Max, Tracy, Dawn, Paul, Trip, Barry, Sawyer, Alain, Cilan, Iris, Gary, and Professor Oak all in various places in the room. "Hey guys! What are you all doing here?"

"We're here," Misty spat, "To make you realize that you should give up on this dream of becoming a Pokémon Master."

"Hold on!" Brock immediately interrupted. "That's not what you told me this was about!"

"Me neither!" Max, Sawyer, Alain, and (to Ash's surprise) Paul agreed.

"Oh come on!" May snapped. "He's never won a Pokémon League, he's always getting attacked by every evil organization in the freaking world, and he's just so reckless and weak!"

"May, how could you?" Max gasped, backing away from his sister.

"May I remind you he's also beat or mentored each of you at one point or another?" Paul countered, standing to move next to Ash. "If he's weak, what does that make the rest of us?"

"Not to mention all the times he's saved the world! He literally just did in Lumeiose on world-wide television!" Sawyer added, joining Paul at Ash's side. Brock, Max, and Alain followed shortly after.

"Well I'm afraid Ash doesn't have much of a choice, right Gramps?" Gary asked smugly.

Oak nodded equally as smug. "Yes. You see, I can make just about anything happen in this world. I can give you anything you desire, or I can get you banned from every Pokémon-related event for life. I can convince a lot of very powerful people you abuse your Pokémon fairly easily."

"Professor, how could you?" Delia demanded, Mr. Mime holding his broom defensively. "How could any of you go along with this?"

"Easily. We get what we want and a weakling gets stuck at home. Pretty sweet deal if you ask me." Barry chuckled.

"Sell-Outs." an angry voice hissed.

"Who said that?" Trip demanded, reaching for Serperior's pokeball.

"Dark VOID!" a flurry of black orbs struck the traitors as they fell to the ground. A boy who looked no older than Ash clad in a black long-sleeved shirt, black pants, and a red scarf stepped in, his long white hair drifting in an almost smoke-cloud fashion and his piercing azure eyes surveying the room, a vulpix perched on his shoulder. "That won't hold them long." he said mildly. "We need to get to Oak's ranch and get Ash's Pokémon, now."

"Hold on, who are you?" Paul demanded.

"Later, Paul." the boy snapped. "We don't have much more than a couple hours. Alain, Sawyer, Brock, help Ash with his Pokémon and meet us outside of town. Max, Mrs. Ketchum, Paul and I will grab anything important here and meet you." Ash and his group hesitated. "Today people!" the boy snapped. Everyone hurried off.

...

Outside of town Ash, Brock, Alain, and Saywer waited with backpacks full of pokeballs. The black-clad boy appeared with a few suitcases and the rest of Ash's group not a few seconds after they had reached the spot. "Alright, we need to go. Those Sell-Outs are going to be waking up soon." the boy informed, pulling a dusk ball from his belt. "Frozen, Your move!" he called, tossing the pokeball.

A kyrem appeared and everyone shivered from the cold he exerted. "Anyone with a flyer, call them now. We're going to be flying for a while."

Alain and Ash called their Charizards, while Sawyer called his Salamance. Brock decided to ride with Sawyer and Delia and Mr. Mime rode with Ash and Alain respectively. Paul climbed onto Honscrow's back and waited. "Where are we going?" Alain asked.

"Nowhere, that's where! Blastoise, Hydro Cannon!" Gary's voice came just before the water-type attack.

"Tails, Flamethrower!" the boy ordered, his vulpix turning toward the attack.

"VulPIXXXXXX!" it called, letting loose a jet of flames that evaporated the Hydro Pump.

"Take to the skies!" the boy ordered, his kyrem lifting off. "Frozen, cover us with Blizzard!" the giant ice dragon didn't respond as an unpassable blizzard formed behind the escaping group.

Unfortunately, a single star from what Delia assumed to be a Swift attack broke through and hit Ash in the head before bursting, knocking the young trainer out.

...

Ash's eyes slowly opened as he attempted to sit up. Struggling at first, he managed to get into a sitting position before taking stock of his surroundings. He was in a hospital bed in a room clearly designed to be an infirmary, complete with medicine cabinets, curtains for privacy, and a small sink in one corner of the room. He also felt a slight pressure on both his hand and lap. Looking first to the side then down, the ravenette fourteen-year-old saw his mother and partner sound asleep. "What happened?" he wondered aloud.

"You took a Swift to the head. Nearly fell off your Charizard in the process." came a voice to his other side. Ash looked to see the black-clad boy watching him. "I assume you have questions, Ash. I understand. First I'd like to introduce myself. My name is Andre Dakari, and right now I'm your best bet at getting revenge."

"I'm listening." Ash replied. Andre could only grin.

And done! Next will be the second half of the prologue then I'll be skipping five or so years. Tell me what you thought, and remember flames will be responded to with Pikachu's Thunderbolt.