Sombra Vs. Jason

  He was alive. Not sure how it came to be, but he was alive. A black cloud formed into a tornado swirl. Red and green eyes starting to appear in the swirl. The smoke then started to form into a body. The body was tall muscular arms and chest. The cloud then started to evaporate and the body collapsed to his knees. Coughing up a strange liquid and holding his neck. He looked around, he was in a dark room with a light coming from above him. The dark stallion looked himself over, he was wearing silver armor on his arms and legs with a silver chest plate. He didn't know why he was alive. Last thing he remembered was being killed by a blinding light. He reached above his head to feel a horn at the top. Smiling slightly, he concentrated and a red aura surrounded his horn. Just as soon as it appeared, a crackle was heard and the magic around the horn disappeared. His eyes grew wide with look of shock on his face. He wasn't at his full strength is what he figured.

"This...is a complication." he growled.

  He lifted himself off his knees and onto his hooves. He spun his neck around, a few cracks coming from it. He groaned in satisfaction from the relief in his neck. It had been awhile since he did that and it had been bugging him for a while. Being nothing but a cloud of dust can do that to a you. The stallion then looked and saw a dark passageway lit with nothing but candle sticks. Figuring he didn't have no where else to go, the stallion made his way down the hallway. The feeling inside was one he knew. He was under the Crystal Empire. Also know as, his old castle. Though that just left him with a dozen questions inside his mind. Why is he still here? How did he not die? All these questions and no one to answer them. However, that would have to wait. Now is the time to take back his empire and kill those who appose him. Most of all, those accursed ponies who stopped him last time.

"I will have my revenge ponies. I will take back my-!"

  He stopped himself to think. Their was a problem he forgot about. He attempted to create magic around his horn but was only met with a crackle and red smoke coming from the tip of the horn.

"I am not at my full power yet."

  He stopped in his tracks. Placing his hand to his chin and narrowing his eyes. To be at his full power, the stallion needed time. Time was something he didn't have. He wanted to take back his empire as soon as possible and eliminate those who opposed him. That Princess Cadence, Twilight Sparkle and her friends, and Princess Celestia would all perish. Though he wasn't stupid. With his limited strength, he would be defeated again before he even drew his weapon. He growled and slammed his fist into the wall of the hall.

"Dammit! I cant be reckless! If only their was a way I can have a servant who cant break free from my control!"

  He then got an idea. An idea he knew that would work.

"I guess Ill call in that favor the bug owes me."

  With that, the stallion disappeared into a cloud of black smoke.

  Chrysalis sat on her thrown with a look of annoyance. Her legs were crossed and her finger was tapping on the arm of her chair. Her green and black dress shining in the dim light of the room. Her bust showing slightly. She then heard the click to her thrown room door and one of her changelings came through with a nervous look on his face. Chrysalis, sounding uninterested about what the changeling wants, calls out to him.

"What is it?" she called.

  The changeling gulped and proceeded into the room. The walked toward the queens thrown, he kneeled.

"My queen...you have a visitor."

  Chrysalis was now surprised. She figured it was one of her reproducing changelings coming for the weekly mate but from the look the changeling was giving her, it was something different. Curious, she stared the changeling in the eyes and spoke with an ordering tone.

"Send him in."

  The changeling scrambled and sprinted toward the door. She sat back in her thrown and crossed her arms, waiting for the visitor to come through the door. The door slowly opened but nothing was on the other end. Chrysalis went wide eyed and cocked her head as bit. Then, a black cloud came from nowhere and a brawn stallion appeared from the cloud with purple and green eyes that Chrysalis knew all to well.

"Sombra." she said.

  The stallion grinned and bowed slightly. Chrysalis could tell he was planning something off the bat. Sombra wouldn't be here if it didn't involve something obscure. The dark stallion walked closer to the bug pony and kneeled before her. His grin not fading.

"Chrysalis. Nice to see you again."

  Chrysalis gritted her teeth.

"What do you want?" she said.

  Sombra stood back up and placed his hands behind his back.

"I need to call in that favor you owe me."

  Chrysalis gave him a look that wasn't pleasant. She growled and pinched the temple of her nose. Now of all times this happens? She stands up and crosses her arms, looking into the soulless eyes of King Sombra. A moment passed before Chrysalis spoke up.

"What do you want?"

  Sombra grinned, chuckling slightly as Chrysalis sat back in her thrown. Sombra raised his hand and his red magic surrounded his arm. Chrysalis observed from her chair. The stallion concentrated but as he expected, it died down as soon as it started.

"As you can see. My power is low but I want to take my vengeance on the Crystal Empire, so I need you to help me conjure a solider to do my bidding."

  Chrysalis looked at him with the most flabbergasted look she's ever given him. Out of the things Sombra has requested and has done, that was the most insane Chrysalis has ever heard. Sombra raised an eye brow apon seeing the look the bug pony was giving him. He shacked his hand in front of her face and she snapped back to attention.

"Well?" Sombra said. Crossing his arms.

  Chrysalis signed. Did she have a choice?

"Fine. But if it comes back to bite you in the ass its your fault!" she said pointing a finger to his muzzle.

"Very well." Sombra said. Pushing the finger away.

[Meanwhile. In another dimension.]

  The night was quiet. The most quiet its been in years. The moon glowed bright in the sky, reflecting on the water near a small camp ground. It was abandoned. Most of the buildings covered in cob webs and the windows were smashed. A thin form then sprinted past one of the buildings, breathing heavily and holding its side. It stopped and leaned against a tree. The moons light showed a thin bunny girl, wearing a button shirt that was a few sizes to big for her and nothing but underwear under it. She was holding her side which was riddled with blood. She had the look of fear in her eyes. A twig snapped from behind her. She turned and saw nothing within the darkness. Her heart rate increased and she snapped back behind the tree. She tried to calm herself down, slowing down her breathing to turning around the tree again. However, this time she was met with a large wolf man wearing a olive over coat and a black under shirt. His pants were dark blue and his boots were black. That didn't scare her though. What scared the girl was the amount of blood splatters on his jacket and the hockey mask and blood covered machete. The bunny girl then heard a sound come from him that made her blood run cold.

Ch. Ch. Ch. Ah. Ah. Ah. Ah.

  She screamed and sprinted away from the wolf man. He slowly started to follow her, his heavy footsteps all that she could hear over her own. She looked back to not see the man behind her. She heard the sound again, this time more close.

Ch. Ch. Ah. Ah. Ah. Ah.

   She looked back but couldn't scream as the same machete was driven into her neck. The wolf man twisted the machete  and decapitated the bunny girl. Her body collapsed to the floor and blood spurted out of the wound like a water fountain. The wolf man cocked his head and walked away from the body, holding the head in his free hand. He walked until he came apon a menacing shack surrounded by a white fog. Inside the shack, he walked into a decaying bedroom with a dust covered bed. He opened the closet to reveal a watery graveyard, filled with dismembered, bloody corpses. He threw in the head and slammed the door shut. He then heard a voice inside his mind. A voice of silk and happiness.

"Good boy Jason...now you can rest."

  Jason turned to the dust covered bed. Laying his machete on his stomach as he laid on the bed. Behind the mask, Jason closed his eyes and began to sleep. Yet another batch of teenagers are dead.  Just another day, in Camp Crystal Lake.