Alright, I've decided to do a crossover of the Inheritance Cycle(Eragon books) and several slasher films. It won't be apart of my Rise Of Extinction series or any of my slasher stories. It instead will be my own version of Book IV, with slashers helping Eragon and the crew! So, read and enjoy, and review and tell me if there anything I can improve upon!
Inheritance of the Slashers
Chapter I
The Battle of Belatona was not going quite well for the Varden. First off, Saphira was hit in the neck by a strange weapon used for killing dragons, called a Dauthdert. The magic was poisoning her, and if that wasn't just bad enough, the Imperial spellcasters outnumbered their whole forces by 3 to 1.
"Orik, move your dwarves to the southeast wall! It's the place with the weakest Imperial forces, and with your axes and stature, they won't know what hit them!", Eragon shouted. "Please, do it now! If we don't capture the southeast wall, then we might as well not capture the front of Belatona! GO!"
Orik nodded wearily. "As you wish, mine clan brother. I understand the urgency of this tactic". Without another word, Orik yelled to his dwarven soldiers and ordered them to flank the Imperials at the southeast wall.
Little one, please. I need you, or someone, anyone to heal me-please..., Saphira mentally begged to Eragon. But there was nothing he could do right now, in the middle of battle, even though he understood that if someone didn't clear out the poisonous anti-dragon magic from Saphiras body, she would die in less than three hours. It looked like the battle would take more than three hours.
Eragon was at a loss. Saphira was dying, and he and the Varden had no clue, no defined strategy, as to win Belatona.
He felt himself go weak.
-POV change-
Jason Voorhees, Freddy Krueger, and Michael Myers were walking through the meadow, looking for some job. It didn't have to be killing horny teenagers. It could just be delivering some package, anything to halt the boredom of this day.
"This blows!", Michael roared as he kicked a tin can. It went flying. "How is it all those one-time slashers like Marz and the Prowler actually get jobs, while we, the big star slasher villains, are stuck wandering through some damn meadow? How is it the nobodies are more loved than us?!"
"Calm yourself, Michael! The only reason none of us have jobs right now is because we're not doing anything to further ourselves. Plus, if Prowler heard you call him a nobody, he'd blow your goddamn brains all over the place!", Jason scoffed.
"Prowler can suck my cock!", Michael snorted. "Him and Cropsy, that little Freddy rip-off!"
"You know Cropsy came three years before me, right?", Freddy asked quizzically, raising an eyebrow.
"I don't give a crap! I want something exciting to happen for once!", Michael raged. Jason sighed as Freddy rolled his eyes.
But it looked like he got his wish when Leatherface, Candyman, Pinhead, Pumpkinhead, and Chucky ran over to them.
"Not you guys too!", Jason cried, slapping his forehead in exhaustion. "I already have Michael whining about-"
"Drop what you fags are doing! We've got somethin' big goin' down here, and I think none of you want to miss it!", Chucky gasped, trying to catch his breath from all that running.
Candyman shot him an angry look. "Quit calling them fags! Just because Freddy was in the second Elm Street, does not mean you have the right to call any of them f-"
"Get to the point, damn it! First you tell me something big is happening, and now you're just giving me a lecture on Freddy's homosexuality!", Michael cried.
"I'M NOT GAY! Now what's going on?", Freddy anxiously asked. Freddy really didn't like it when anyone brought up A Nightmare On Elm Street 2.
"We were hiking through the woods, when Tall Man and Creeper found this weird blue portal thing in a ditch, floating a few inches above the ground. Tall Man and Creeper decided to stay behind, so as to make sure nothing happened to the portal. Now follow us!", Pinhead answered, and with that, they were all sprinting to find out if Pinhead's story wasn't just a pull of the leg.
-POV change-
"I can't hold it!", Arya screamed, trying as hard as she could to hold up the invisible magic shield to push back the Imperial forces. So far, the battle was nearly into an hour, and the Varden were at a loss as to what to do.
Eragon was growing impatient, so with a deep breath, he unleashed a nonverbal spell. It was a deadly one, one that turned the ground beneath the soldiers of the Empire to flames.
The soldiers shrieked, howling and madly thrashing as the flames melted them, licking their flesh and regurgitating it as ashes.
Several siege weapons of the Varden fired bolts and boulders, collapsing the huge architecture Belatona was famous for. Death was literally raining from high above.
Eragon, however, knew, that sooner or later, they would have to retreat. It struck him like a poison dart of the Urgals.
Suddenly, all stopped and stared, as an odd blue portal flashed into existence, humming and floating unnaturally.
This can't be good, Eragon worriedly thought to himself.
-POV change-
"Holy crap!", Jason gasped, stuck in awe as everyone else marveled at the portal. He knew something was not right here, but he ignored his consciousness, and instead just stared at the portal. It was nothing but beautiful, and it radiated magnificence.
"What are we all waitin' for?! Let's hop on in!", Chucky yipped with glee, and he ran toward the portal, but Tall Man's foot stuck out and blocked his path.
"Boy! None of us have a clue as to this portal's origin, or where it leads to! For all we know, this might lead to Hell itself!", Tall Man sneered. Chucky crossed his arms and pouted.
"I'd actually like that", Pinhead said, grinning.
"Of course you would!", Freddy laughed, yet Pumpkinhead didn't take the joke and roared into Freddy's face.
Suddenly, several blue tentacles of the same energy as the portal whipped out and grabbed the slashers, starting with Candyman.
"Damn, ho, let me the hell g-!", but he was cut short as he vanished into the portal. Creeper was next.
He struggled and growled, but he put up even less of a fight than Candyman, and he was quick to get sucked in.
"Everybody, RUN!", Jason screeched, but the tentacles wrapped around his, Freddy's, and Leatherface's ankles, and dragged them in.
Everyone else was taken in right after them.
-POV change-
What Eragon saw was the strangest thing.
First, he saw a huge, dark-skinned man wearing some huge fur overcoat with a hook in place of his right hand fall out. Eragon attempted to approach him, but the dark-skinned man wasn't alone.
Following him was some sort of creature with a huge, wide-brimmed hat, yet it fell off and revealed the truth of his hideous face.
A man with some red and green, long-sleeved shirt with gruesome burns, another hat, and a clawed glove on his right hand flew out, followed by a hulking bald man with some dingy round mask with holes on them, and a red triangle.
"What in the name of Gunt-", but Orik's astonishment was cut out by the screech of some horrible creature.
This creature burst out, apparently naked with gigantic shoulders, a pulled back head, foot-long claws, and a gross looking face, with fangs around 15 inches long.
Eragon didn't bother to take a look at the rest, only seeing the man with the red triangle, hole covered mask come charging at him with some huge blade, not like any sword he had seen.
Suddenly, an Imperial swordsman rushed in and tore his blade into the man's shoulder.
But that wasn't what made everyone gasp. What made the gasping was the man acted as if though nothing had even touched him, as he simply took the sword out, threw it to the side, and decapitated the swordsman with strength only seen in the elves and Urgals.
Two axemen of the Empire charged right at the man, yet Eragon swooped in, shouted "Brisingr!", and his sword turned to blue flames as he sliced the two axemen in twine. The man seemed to snort, before he swung his blade. Eragon blocked, yet he found the man's blade was tough enough to withstand Brisingr. The man lowered the blade and managed to slice through the right of Eragon's lower torso, and Eragon cried out as it burned through like fire.
Eragon grasped the wound as the man lifted the blade before quickly lowering it, only for Eragon to bend over and barrel-roll to the right, hearing the man grunt as his blade struck mere ground. Eragon spun around to face the man before he could look up again, but the man grabbed his left ankle and picked him up before slamming him into the ground. The gray cobblestone street below cracked with the impact.
Eragon groaned as he tried to get back up, yet the man stomped his foot onto Eragon's chest, tearing the air from his windpipe. He prepared to lift the blade, but was distracted as a swordsman came toward him. The man ran his blade completely through the swordsman's stomach twice in rapid succession. He turned his attention back to Eragon.
But what Eragon saw was another axeman sneak behind the man. He didn't know why, but he pushed himself up, throwing the man down, and hacked through the axeman's throat with Brisingr. He slumped to the ground, blood flowing from the slit throat, coloring the pavement red.
Eragon then remembered the man killing those Imperials. He turned to the man, and helped him up. The man glared at him, only to look at the Imperial corpses surrounding them.
"You help us, we'll return the favor!", Eragon said, and the man simply nodded. He then turned to the rest of those who had came from the portal.
"Guys, we have to help them! They say if we do, they'll help us-", the man yelled to them, but he was rudely interrupted by a sword shoved through his stomach.
Swinging around, the man screamed, "You son of a bitch! I was trying to say something, when you interrupted!". Without another word, Jason raised his fist and sent the mans head flying right off his neck.
A mere human knocking a mans head off with a single punch? But that is impossible!, Eragon though to himself as four men ran toward the masked man with the red triangle on his forehead.
Suddenly, the man with the clawed glove threw some sort of huge, bright green ball toward the four soldiers, and as it came close, the ball separated into four smaller balls, before it hit the men right in the faces. With that, they seemed to fall asleep.
The clawed glove wearing man laughed eerily as he vanished for no apparent reason.
Only the slashers knew that this was Freddy, and once you fell asleep, Freddy had you under his thumb.
-POV change-
The four Imperials found themselves in some bizarre room, the walls covered in steaming pipes and a huge fireplace pumping in the center. They looked around, wondering what had happened to the city of Belatona, when they heard the sound of metal scraping against the pipes, making sparks.
"Oh, I love you, my children! Once you've gone a' sleepin', you're nothin' but mine, me little sweethearts!", the burnt man with the glove boasted, before he laughed, and it was a nerve-scratching laugh, making the Imperials cover their ears.
"Once you're asleep, you're mine! Welcome to my nightmare!", the man hissed, as he raised his glove and the four men were only able to scream in pure terror.
-POV change-
Eragon watched as the four soldiers screamed in their sleep, before their faces were slashed off viciously, even though there was nothing there to attack them. Suddenly, the man with the clawed glove materialized back into the world.
"How, in the world-that's not possible!", Arya cried, but then, the Imperial soldiers all rushed forward, catching the Varden at unawares.
Yet almost as suddenly, there was some noise. Some droning, as the sky turned black and yellow. Roran was the first to realize what it was.
"They're-bees! Millions of bees!", he cried, and the Varden retreated as the buzzing insects zoomed around, swarming the Empires men, all of them screaming as they were covered with the creatures and stung to death, as those who weren't attacked by the bees were hooked and gutted by some unseen figure.
"Where in the world did all those bees come from?!", Eragon asked the man with the red triangle-mask, as an Imperial covered in bees screamed, before he fell to the ground, dying of his stings.
"That has to be Candyman!", the man yelled over all of the buzzing and screaming.
"I beg your pardon?", Eragon asked. Candyman?
"He's the black guy with the hook and big-ass coat!", the man said.
"The first to fall out of that portal?", Eragon asked.
"Yeah", the man replied, as they ran to one of the alleys in the city.
"HALT!", an Imperial commander barked, and all stopped dead in their tracks. "None of you are getting out until we beat you to submission!"
"All talk, no action!", a pale man, with some torn leather robe and a bizarre grid tattoo on his head, smirked. "You have no right to tell us what to do-and you should learn to speak repectfully to the Prince of Pain!"
"Who are you to speak, rebel scum?", the commander spat, before he actually spat into the mans face.
"I am the Warden of the Labyrinth-and you, shall be the first of my victims here to see its wonders!", the robed man hissed, and with that, several hooked chains zipped out of nowhere and into the commanders stomach.
They lifted him into the air, pulling outward, before they showed his ribcage. They thrashed around, and Eragon nearly threw up what he had in him. The gloved man looked and chuckled.
"Always an interesting experience, seeing Pinhead do his thing for the first time!", he laughed. Eragon couldn't understand how it was funny.
The commanders underlings screeched as they attempted to flee, but several chains flew out and ripped them to shreds as well, as the man called "Pinhead" laughed evilly, his eyes flaring with pleasure as he shredded Galbatorix's soldiers, and the Varden, including Arya, Orik, and Roran, looked on with disgust.
"Brisingr!", an Imperial spellcaster shouted, yet he himself was instead covered in white flames.
"How-?", Eragon was asking, yet Pinhead seemed to answer before he could even finish.
"I caught the spell before it hit me, and sent it right back at him!", Pinhead said, before he grinned at the spellcasters burning body.
The man called Candyman suddenly appeared, smiling as he wiped his brow with his sleeve, before yipping, "Phew! That's the most work I've gotten in over 10 years! If what I did before was revenge, this is sport!". He laughed, joining the gloved man and Pinhead.
"Sport? Sport?! This is war!", Roran raged, brandishing his hammer.
"Then I wish war was always this fun! Mind you, this is my first war, if this is what it is, but this makes me want more!", Candyman cheered.
These people are crazy! Not only are they slaughtering the Empires men in the most horrific fashions possible, they are acting like it's some game!, Eragon thought to himself angrily. What kind of people were these monsters?
Little one please-hurry..., Saphira groaned, Eragon feeling her life going away.
Suddenly, they all saw a catapult fling a huge boulder, right toward the part of the wall Saphira was resting upon.
So, what do you think? All these killers coming into Alagaesia, while the Varden and Empire are going head on-looks like they'll have some fun here! But what will happen to poor Saphira? Will the catapult kill her? Will she die slowly of the anti-dragon magic from the Dauthdert? Will Eragon and the rest accept these slashers? Why are YOU asking all these questions? All you need to know is to R&R, and that's all I'm telling you for now!:)