Castle Crashing

"Check." Green said, moving his bishop near Red's king.

"No." He moved the king up higher on the board.

"Sorry, checkmate." Green tapped two pawns in the way of the king.

"No it is not." He pulled back.

"Checkmate." He tapped the rook. "Rook, remember?"

"Fine, you win...again." Red sulked, flicking his knight at Green.

Both where knights, though most people called them "Castle Crashers" the helmets were odd, a rectangle with a triangle stuck on the bottom. God knows what their heads look like; his shield lay on the graveyard ground, green, the cross on his chest glowed slightly, green. Red was the same, except the cross and shield were red; simple really.

Both of them sat on chairs made out of toppled tombstones, they played on a table made out of stacked gravestones, the board was a tombstone which had been the squares had been engraved by themselves, the pieces were the bones of the skeletons they had just fought.

"Where is this guy anyway?" Red turned his head around and shouted to Orange.

Orange span around, lighting a cigar with his flames. "The boss?" He coughed. "No idea but one thing; what is he?"

"I don't really know." He turned back to Green. "Who is the boss?" He whispered over to him.

"Your guess is as good as mine, hold on," he pulled a book from his back of his shield, which read 'instruction manual'. "Castle, Ship, Desert," he muttered as he flicked through the pages. "Here we are! Graveyard!" He said, proudly.

"Who's the boss then?" Orange shouted gruffly.

"It says... living tombstone?" Green stared dumbfounded at the page.

"The living tombstone?" Orange and Red said in unison.

"Yo, Blue!" Red shouted at the knight, shooting ice at a headstone. "The living tombstone?"

Blue just shrugged and went back to looting.

"Is there an image?" Red questioned.

"Yeah, it's not a tombstone though." Orange said. "It's something in stone but not a gravestone."

"What is it?" Orange and red said, with Orange spluttering.

"It's a...pony."

"A pony?"

"Yeah, it's got head phones, blue hair with red tips and it's got a tattoo that's a tombstone with headphones and arms."

"It's a statue, is it?" Orange tried to shift the subject.

"I don't know, it's body is grey, so maybe that's stone."

"Why are we fighting a pony?" Red's eye flawed slightly with electricity."We fought aliens, gigantic barbarians and corn that was alive! Why of all things, a pony?"

"God's plan?" Orange questioned, throwing down his cigar and shrugging.

"God? I believe in science." He snapped back.

"But we have magic." Blue had came over without them noticing.

"So? I still believe in science."

"Even though we've seen corn that was alive?"

"Yes!"

"Guys!" Orange shouted. "Do you hear that?" The faint sound of metal sounding footsteps. "Horse shoes!" He grinned.

"Ready up!" Red shouted, as all the knights held up their shields and readied their swords, aiming for the tomb that couldn't be blasted open. The steps got louder.

"Who's using magic?" Blue said, letting his defense drop for a second. The steps got louder.

"Well, Green's got poison, Blue, you got ice. I've got electricity. Orange has fire... All of us?" Red said, holding his chin with his shield. The steps got louder.

"Everyone!" Orange shouted. "Just use swords, if you want to use magic fair enough!" The steps got louder.

"Fine, fine-" The stone doors burst open, to reveal the stallion.

"I'm howling at the moon." The living Tombstone muttered.

"Uh?" Blue said. "Did it just speak?"

"Maybe but who's cares?" As he looked around, they shook their heads. "Good, kill it!" They charged forward, straight at the stallion. It just smirked, as Orange swung at it; it jumped out of sight and landed back behind them. They span around and charged again; it jumped again. This time only two charged, the stallion jumped into the middle.

"Magic!" Blue shouted.

All of their eyes started to burn and smoke. "Fire!" Red shouted. The stallion was electrified by Red, showing it's skeleton. Orange fired after Red couldn't go further, it's hair burnt to a crisp and it's skin got two tones dark. Blue fired, freezing it's hooves, making it's flesh be tinted with a bit of blue. Green fired, it was poisoned, it swayed back and forth.

"Charge!" Green screamed, as it continued to sway. They all struck it with the swords, it flashed red with every hit. It kept swaying as the knights drew back, it stopped.

It paused, standing there, not moving.

"Charge?" Orange muttered, they nodded. Charging again, Living Tombstone smiled. He pulled a small speaker with a crank on the side basically out of nowhere and started to wind it up. The knights stopped, mid run. "Back off slowly." He muttered, holding his sword in front of Red and his shield in front of green. As the speaker stopped making it's music box like noises, the knights crept forward every so slightly.

The stallion pressed down a button, music started to blurt out the little box, it was so loud, they could physically see it, it looked like a blue wave. Their eyes were shaking.

"Shields!" Blue tried to shout but as he moved his shield up, he was thrown back. After a while, the music stopped but the blue wave has still there and it was dragging in the knights.

"No! No! No!" Orange shouted over and over, he grasped onto a tree's root.

"Damn! Damn! Damn! Red said over and over, he grasped onto Orange's foot.

"Seriously?" Blue said, being dragged to the wave. "Fine, this is ridiculous!" he said, he grasped onto Red's foot.

"Damn you magic music!" Green shouted, he grasped onto Blue's foot.

"Did you just call that thing 'Magic Music'?" Orange shouted from the root.

"No, I said 'damn you magic music' and I meant that thing." He nodded to the blue wave.

"Still, I'm not calling it Living Tombstone, his name is Magic Music now."

"Fine, fine; hold on, Orange. Are you holding onto a tree root?"

"Yeah, so?"

"Look up." As Orange did, the tree which the root belonged to has coming up.

"I think we may be screwed." Orange said.

"Maybe, may-" The tree ripped from the ground and was pulled into the wave.

"ARGH!" They all screamed at once, being pulled into the wave with it.

"Damn, my head." Orange muttered, his eyes were still closed but he got up and held his head.

"It ain't a hangover, I can tell you that." He heard Red's voice. Opening his eyes, he saw him offering his hand. Accepting it, he got up. Looking around, he saw green hills and a small town.

"Okay; where are we?" He said, snapping his back with his hands.

"No idea; sent Blue on a scouting mission. See if he could find anything."

"You sent Blue?"

"With Green, we should be okay."

"Thank god!"

"You said it."

"Indeed I did. How long have we been here?"

"Blue was the first to wake up, he send he had to wait an hour for Green to wake up, then two for me and I've had to wait thirty minutes for you."

"Hold on," he tapped at his fingers. "So, minimum we've been here is three hours and thirty minutes?"

"Right, though it could of been a lot longer."

"I would say maybe eight hours and thirty at max."

"Most likely."

"Hey!" Orange said, seeing a log and running to it. "We make camp here?"

"Good idea." Red ran to him, they both rolled the log to the center of the hill.

"I'll get fire wood, you stay here." Orange said, pointing his finger down at the log.

"Fine, fine; fire-y."

"Oh," he turned from the wood line. "You call me fire-y again, your butt gets burnt."

"Fine, fine. Firewood."

"I'll give you that one, sparky." He said before walking into the forest.

"Okay, firewood, firewood." He muttered to himself, cutting away a few wet branches to make a clear path. "Where art though be you firewood?" He chuckled.

He walked further in, where the rain hadn't really touched the branches. "Here we are." He muttered seeing a pile of branches, as he reached for them, they hovered in the air. "Huh? I'm not tripping am I?" He looked at his hands. "My hands aren't rainbow colored, I'm fine." As different branches came from the many trees, they started to form a wolf. When the figure was completed, it roared at the knight.

"Seriously? A wolf made of timber? A timber-wolf?" He muttered, slowly walking to the thing, dragging the sword. "Fine!" The wooden wolf tilted it's head, obviously confused by the knight not really caring. "I've got one, the timber-wolf of London!" Orange chortled.

The wolf roared again, hoping for a reaction. "You aren't scaring me." He was close enough to smell the wolf's breath through the helmet, it was bad, really bad. "Brush your damn teeth man! Your breath smells like a dog's curled up business!"

The wolf whimpered but roared again. "Oh shut up!" Orange roared back, as he made his way forward and was close enough; he slashed at the wolf's neck, it's head rolled across the floor. "Hello, firewood." He grabbed the large head and carried it back.

When he got back, he saw Red trying to calm down Blue and Green just sitting down. He threw the head in front of Green and went over to Blue.

"Hey! What's the matter!?" He said, making his eyes flare with fire, hoping that will make him stop his mumbling.

"Orange! Ponies! Ponies in the town!"

"Hold on, like Living Tombstone?" Orange questioned.

"Uh-huh." Blue nodded nervously.

"They got food?" He smirked, a bit of fire coming from his helmet.

"Food?" He stammered, blinking wildly.

"Yes, have they got it?" Fire started coming from his eye slits.

"Yeah-h-h, they got stands and stalls." He stuttered.

"Well, boys!" He shouted around him, drawing the others attention. "We are going to get some grub." The fire changed from orange to a black smoke.

They crept to the town, with Orange's eyes still smoking. They dragged their swords down the hill and placed their backs against the walls. Looking around the corner, Orange's eye shot into fire again. "Yes!" He's fire changed from orange to blue, seeing a stall stocked with apples.

But the stall was with a orange mare with a yellow pony tail and a stetson, stood next to her was a little filly with red hair.

"I'm going burn them!" Orange said, with his fist becoming engulfed in orange flames.

"NO!" Blue shouted, encasing his fist with ice. A few of the ponies turned to the noise but carried on.

"Why not?" He snapped back.

"We do not need to kill them!"

"Fine, what do we do?"

"We stealth it."

"Stealth it?"

"Yeah, stealth it. Sneaking around.... a bit like a snake."

"Yeah but none of us have invisibility, we are more destructive than anything." Orange said, melting the ice off his fist.

"Well, use that to an advantage."

"How?"

"Well, you see that?" Blue pushed around Orange and pointed to a hay bale. "Shoot it with fire."

"Fine." His fist got engulfed in the orange flame, he crept his fist around the house, leaving a slight burn mark.

"Shoot it now!" Blue muttered to him.

Orange shot the hay bale, causing the ponies to either back off or stare at it. The orange one caught one sight of it and bolted for the fire, taking a bucket for her, dragging the bucket through a trough. With the little filly looking terrorifyed, the knights walked through the town; keeping out of the eye of the stallions and mares that ran past them.

When they reached the stall, Blue and Green put their shield so the straps were facing the sky, as the others passed apples in the shields.

As they finished and the other three went away, carrying the shields and orange was there grabbing a few for himself. She heard a whimper, as he looked over the stall, he saw the yellow filly cowering behind it. Orange looked at the fire, still burning with the mare fighting it.

He looked at the filly, her face looked like she was staring death in his. He stretched forward, placed his finger on his lips and made a metallic shushing sound.

"I am your nightmares, I am Death, I am the killer, I am the devil himself." His eyes blazed with a fire so strong, it reached over the top of the helmet and licked at the stall's top. "Remember that." He walked off with the fire still blazing.

When he felt he was out of vision, he stopped the fire and started to laugh to himself as he went back to the camp. With ever small chuckle, fire seemed to start in his helmet then just die.