Nightshade's rise

*Three years later*

The police colts watched Nightshade carfully not to tip him off that they were watching.

"Fools. They don't think I know they're watching. They sadden me. I thought they were smarter than that." Nightshade muttered to himself.

He let them wacth him though, it was all a game to Nightshade. A chess game. And soon they would be in check mate. Three days past before Nightshade made his first move he moved a pawn. What a pawn is to Nightshade is starting a small riot, which he did. While the small riot was going on, Nightshade grabbed a police colt and dragged him into a cell.

"This is your check mate." Nightshade spoke to the police colt then broke his neck and flew away. The chief troted back into his room after ending the small riot.

"That could have been a lot worse." The chief said to himself, a note on his desk catching his eye.

"Whats this?" The chief asked himself as he opened it.

"Dear cheif I have left a gift for you in cell thirteen."

Signed: NS

The chief stared at the note for a minute before he realzed that NS stood for Nightshade, the chief sprinted to cell thirteen. He arrived at cell thirteen and, to his suprise, there was a group of criminals had grouped around the cell.

"Move! Get out of the way! I need to see what happenend!" The chief bellowed.

Everypony moved to the side as the chief whispered to himself "Sweet celestia."

There on the wall, writen in the cops own blood, it said

"Your move, Chief. What are you going to do?"

Shuddering, the chief told everypony to get back to there cells.

"What have we gotten ourselves into?" The chief ask himself "And how will we get out of it?"

Nightshade had already planned his secound move, seeing the chief hadn't made a move. He moved a knight, which to Nightshade means to posion the polices coffee. It was the perfect time too, because he was told to make the polices coffee today. After making the coffee and pouring it all into cups he used his magic and posioned all the coffees.

"Thats going to be a lot of bodies." Nightshade spoke to himself.

He called in the police colts and told them that their coffee was ready. Nightshade watched as all of them sipped the cups, and started to laugh the minute the first one grabbed his stomach and started foaming at the mouth. The cops looked in horror and then at Nightshade he just waved to them.

"Sleep tight dead ones."

The cops started to drop dead. Nightshade watched it all with a twisted grin on his face. He looked a one of the cops that was just barly alive and ripped him in half, then casually strolled out of the room.

The chief was in his office when a paper airplane came flying through through open door.

"What is this?" The cheif yelled into the hall. "You can just come in you know."

No one replied, so he opened the note. He read aloud to himself.

"Go to the break room and don't drink the coffee Signed: NS!"

The cheif leaped over his desk and bolted into the break room. There he found six dead police colts, one of which was ripped in half, and another bloody message on the wall.

"Next, I move my Queen."

The chief was in shock. He didn't know what to do. He had never had something like this happening before. The cheif thought and thought; what could he do? Nightshade was good at this and he wasn't. Nightshade had it all planned out. 'Time to unleash the beast,' as he called it. He moved his queen, in which Nightshade means to start the god of all roits. That night, Nightshade informed all the convicts of his plan and they liked it. Little did they know Nightshades plan had an affect on them to. That morning, all hell broke loose.

"GET THE SWAT COLTS IN HERE!" One police colt yelled over the hoard of roiting ponies.

Nightshade was no where to be found. The chief ran into his room and locked the door.

"Thought you would be safe in your office?" Nightshade yelled at the chief in a demonic voice. "Well you were WRONG!"

The chief didn't even have time to turn around before his head was smashed into a wall. Nightshades laugh echoed through the tiny office. The chief had no idea what to do. He tried to scream, but every time he did Nightshade shoved the door handle into his mouth.

"Please Nightshade, stop! I will do anything!" The chief wimpered to Nightshade. "ANYTHING!"

"You have nothing I want other than to see you die." Nightshade said to the chief. The calm and happiness in his voice sent chills down the chief's spine... Or what the chief thought were chills. Nightshade was using his magic to move the chiefs spine up and down. Nightshade sat in the chiefs chair, killing him slowly and clamly. Smashing his head off the wall and floor, moving bones around, breaking them, and, worst of all, he laugh through it all. The chief couldn't tell which scared him more: death or Nightshade.

"Well I'm bored with you, Time to die." Nightshade said as he flew over to the chief.

"What? No! Please anything, Nightshade! Anything!" The chief pleaded.

His pleads fell on deaf ears. Nightshade landed infront of the chief and whispered to him.

"Check Mate."

With that, Nightshade tore out the chiefs eyes, yanked off his ears, tore out his tounge, and ripped him in half. Nightshade stood there, looking and listening to the choas.

"This place is now useless to me." Nightshade said to himself.

He turned to look at the wall and focesed. The wall folded in on itself and he flew out. He looked back at the prison and fired a black ball at it. Screams filled the morning, rubble flew everywhere. The prison exploded, and then imploded.

"Next stop CANTERLOT!" Nightshade yelled into the morning, another smile crawling onto his face.