Tirek vs. Jason

  In a heavily destroyed stone structure, snow flakes fell through a broken roof onto a meditating Tirek. The centaur had a bright purple orb in between his horns, acting as a heater from the cold. Tirek had his eyes shut and his hoarse lower body was laying on its stomach. He had his fists pushed against each other and had his chest puffed out. He was searching for a powerful magical energy to absorb to grow stronger with. So far their was nothing to good. Just a bunch of regular ponies and creatures roaming around. None of them would do. Tirek needed a much more powerful source. He needed a creature that could grant him god like powers to crush the ponies under his hooves. The centaurs train of thought was cut as he felt the presence of Ventures behind him. He growled in his throat and slowly opened his eyes.

"Speak." he said.

  Ventures lowered her hood and got down on one knee. Her facial expression she was giving Tirek meant something bad happened.

"Sorry to disturb you my liege but we have run into a complication with our second contact."

  Tirek raised an eye brow stood and stood on his massive legs. He turned to face Ventures with a narrowed eyed look.

"Second contact? Who are you speaking of?" he said. Crossing his massive arms.

  The cloaked mare felt sweat drip down her cheek as she tried to speak.

"Jason Voorhees. He killed the cultists that resurrected him, even master Rhen Var." she said with hesitation.

  The centaurs interest was now peeked. In his time of being alive, Tirek never heard of such a name. Judging from how Ventures had said his name, Tirek guessed Jason was quite feared. More feared then him perhaps? Now that was something Tirek couldn't let go. He was being forgotten and being replaced by this Jason Voorhees. He would change that as soon as possible.

"Where is he now?" he asked.

  Ventures raised to a straight up stance.

"We don't know my lord but he was last spotted exiting the Everfree Forest."

  Tirek figured he was possibly heading toward PonyVille. The centaur chuckled and gave a wide, toothy grin.

"Send a couple of the cultists to bring him to me." he said.

  Ventures nodded and vanished into the shadows of the rotting castle. Tirek lowered himself down into his meditation position, clearing his mind to find Jason and to see just how powerful he is.

  By this time, Jason had grown icicles on his jacket, pants, shirt, and even his fur. Though the cold didn't bother him, the white spots on his fur were a dead giveaway he was freezing. Snow stuck to his boots like glue and the squishing sound of the water was just annoying to him. Thankfully, the nerves in his feet aren't what they used to be.

  Jason looked up at the sky, the fireworks were still going on and were lighting up the sky with bright red, green, blue explosions. Jason picked up his pace as the forest was becoming less dense and the snow wasn't so high. Jason pushed a snow covered bush to the side and his eye lit up with a ambush of bright colors. The wolf man had to reel back squinting his eyes to adjust them. He looked back to see huge tents and a wide stage on a flat land of ground. The terrain wasn't even visible because of the amount of ponies near the stage and walking along the tents. The ponies all wore colorful puffy coats to protect against the cold of winter. On the stage was a huge speaker system with a white unicorn mare with red sunglasses in the middle of it. The song that was playing was like nothing Jason had ever heard before. The beat could rock a mountain and the tone was poppy with electric effects with the beginning of each verse.

  The revenant slouched and figured he had to go somewhere. He knew it was PonyVille, but it seemed different. Jason walked down a snow covered road in the town. While he did, he noticed the buildings were different colored and were bigger then they were. Jason almost didn't recognize the small town. He passed by ponies that he hasn't seen before. All giving him terrified looks and running away from him, all sensing his abnormal energy. Jason didn't know why he was heading toward the stage but he figured he will find the little fillies there. Another huge explosion of fireworks in the sky had Jason's head snap toward it. His teeth grinded against each other and the wolf man cocked his head. Two fillies ran past the wolf man, not the ones he is looking forward. Much younger.

"Hurry up Sting Ray! We'll miss the fair!"

"Geez, hold your shoes I'm coming!"

  A...fair? Jason remembered the times his mom used to tell him stories about fairs. How fun, and memorable they were. How it was a place where children could be with their....Jason's teeth could tern to ash by how much he was grinding his teeth by now and his axe handle could break in half at any moment. He didn't need to think about that right now. Now, the crusaders were on his mind.

   Bright lights were every where. The singing of the band on stage could be heard for miles. The laughing and talking of ponies all around was all that could be heard. Three fillies, two heads taller from four years of ageing, walked side by side down the snow covered road of the fair. They wore heavy coats, each with their favorite colors. Jeans, and leather boots. Sweetie Bell wore a light magenta coat. Apple Bloom wore a bright red coat with a orange collar. Finally, Scootaloo wore a dark purple coat. The three were talking with excitement. They were planning what to do for their schools talent show.

"We should do the battle of Canterlot!" Sweetie Belle suggested.

"What? No way, we already did that when we were kids!" Scootaloo said.

  Apple Bloom had an idea, but she wasn't sure if her friends who enjoy it as much as she. Figuring it wouldn't be that bad, she gulped and spoke up.

"Ah think we should do Jason and Sombra's battle." she finally said.

  Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo went silent and looked toward their friend who was blushing brightly. Apple Blooms friends signed. Jason meant the world to them years ago but he has been dead for just as long. When Jason died, the three fillies were heart broken. Not wanting to breathe his name, in fear they might break down crying where they stood. It happened a few times, but eventually the fillies had gotten over their friends death and proceeded with their lives. They figured Apple Bloom had gotten over his death as well, though it seems she hasn't. Sweetie Belle put her hand on AB's shoulder and gave her a sad expression.

"Apple Bloom, we realize you miss Jason. We miss him to, but doing that play wont bring him back from the dead."

  The filly hated to admit it, but Sweetie was right. Her obsession with the wolf man was getting out of control. He was like a brother to the three fillies and more of a guardian. Apple Bloom slouched and tucked her head inside her coat. A huge firework went off above the ponies in a bright yellow glow. Ponies began to cheer and on the stage the DJ was prepping a song. The three fillies smiled and ran over toward the stage.

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

  The crusaders stopped dead in their tracks and looked all around them. That echo...could it be? It was damn near impossible, they thought. Could he be alive? The three fillies went back to back and searched the crowd for the origin of the echo. All they saw were ponies walking past around them. The crusaders broke off from each other and looked in each others direction.

"Did...ya'll?" Apple Bloom hesitated.

"Yeah." Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo said in unison.

  The three fillies stood still for a moment, waiting for the sound to come through again, but nothing happened. Just the sounds of the fair and ponies were all that was heard. Scootaloo scratched her head.

"Ah man...were just spooking ourselves girls. Come one, the show will start soon."

  With that said, the three fillies walked toward the stage. More scared now, but now more perceptive. Unknown to them, a tall dark figure had spotted them from a far away distance. The grip around his axe tightened and his teeth were grinding against each other. Jason slowly started to walk toward the fillies direction but then noticed odd figures run past him. He felt a strange presence from them, as if they weren't what they seemed. Jason felt the warmth in his heart again and felt arms go around his neck and chain.

"Proceed masked knight...find your friends...kill those who wish to hurt them."

  Jason felt a growl form in his throat and he picked up his pace to keep up with the figures as they disappeared into the crowd.