As The Clock Strikes Midnight . . .
. . . A Werewolf Rises
As The Clock Strikes Midnight
The city of Trotingham, a peaceful city. As the sun falls the moon raises no-pony outside of their houses, most staring at the clock tower; waiting for it to become truly night, foals asleep soundly as the moon rises to its stopping point.
The clock strikes midnight on the fair city. The old tower's bell rang throughout the entire city of Trotingham. Little were still awake no foals were awake. Five minutes later the bell rang again. This was unnatural to most that are still awake. The bell has only rung once at night.
As one foal tossed and turned in his ship-bed his eyes flapped up. "Darn it," the foal crossed his hooves in anger, his parents already in bed, his brother along with them. This little colt may be called Pipsqueak. As the colt rose to his hooves he decided to get a glass of water.
The colt walked downstairs to their kitchen a simple one. A fridge, a few counters, a stove, and a sink. The young spotted colt pat his PJs with pirate ships on it with one of his hooves. "Bugger, why can't I ever get to sleep?" he whined silently as not to disturb his family.
Pip felt something cold move down his spine. Pip turned nothing was there. Pip caressed his brown mane. Pip grumbled in frustration. "It's just your imagination ol' Pip," he came to the conclusion. Pipsqueak cursed under his breath as he walked back upstairs.
Pipsqueak lied in his bed shaped like a pirate ship. Pip may not have his Cutie Mark but he's not caring of that. He wishes every-pony's the same way. "C'mon Pip, just shut your eyes," he told himself as soon as he shut his eyes a dream began.
Dream . . .
"Captain Pipsqueak!" his first mate exclaimed from below him.
Pipsqueak looked to his first mate. "What is it first mate Sharp End?" Pip asked his fake first mate.
The first mate shuffled his hooves. "C-Captain you know our previsions?" he rubbed his hooves together.
Pip nodded. "Yes of course, what about it?" Pip inquired looking at his first mate.
"Well, you see Cap, every-pony sort of, ate it all," Sharp End giggled nervously.
Pip slapped his face hard. "You've gotta be bucking kidding me! That was at least five more months of previsions!" Pip exclaimed out of character for him.
Sharp End nodded. "Yes, they know, and, their quite sorry," he smiled sheepishly at the captain.
Pip sighed angrily. "Make them walk the plank." Pip flatly stated.
Sharp End's jaw dropped. "You can't be serious Captain Pipsqueak," he said with shock on his face.
Pip had no trace of teasing in his voice. "I am not," he again flatly stated as he turned the ship.
Reality . . .
Pip's dream was cut short when he heard a loud crash come from downstairs. The colt pondered whether he should check on the noise. With that Pip chose his decision and grabbed a toy sword of his and slowly walked downstairs.
As he came downstairs he saw there was nothing but black and furniture. Pip turned around quickly as he heard a crackle of the staircase. Pip shook his head. "I must be hearing things," he muttered silently as he walked back upstairs.
As he thought there was nothing unnatural. Pip lowered his toy sword and let out a sigh. He went back to his bed. He soon saw his bed was torn along his covers. Pipsqueak examined the claw markings it looked like nothing he's seen before.
Pip gasped as the same feeling went down his spine as before. Pip gulped as he looked behind himself slowly, nothing was there. Pip let out a relieved sigh. He walked back to his bed when he felt something run against his back; claws.
Pipsqueak quickly looked behind him, nothing as usual. Pipsqueak let out a sigh of relief as he lay back in bed.
Dream . . .
The three who ate over their share of the food walked to him. "Stop!" Pip said before they walked off the plank. "Come here," he said seeing the three walk up to him their hooves behind their backs. With that a sword went straight through the pony's chest.
Pip looked to the other two with a smirk on his face as he stabbed the next in line. Pip soon got to the last one with that a few moments later his white and brown coat had spots of red on it. Pip may have seen a movie his mom told him not to see.
"Remember: I have no trouble killing any of you," he hissed at the crew.
The crew leapt to their hooves and ran to their quarters. "That was a tad harsh Captain," Sharp End brought up getting a shrug from the Captain of the ship.
"What you call harsh I call what I have to," Pip added as he smiled not at all shocked by stabbing his men in the chest.
Reality . . .
Pip's eyes slowly went upward as he saw something startling him; a werepony at his side, except, it was on two legs. Pip scrambled out of bed quickly not giving a chance for the werewolf to attack. "Stay still colt," the voice was raspy.
Pip ignored the werewolf's request and ran out the door.
A sigh left the werewolf's mouth as he broke the door down. Pip ran to his brother's room if any-pony can help him it's his brother. Plus, he had a gun. Pipsqueak looked to his brother sound asleep. Pip bit his lip as he ran to the gun ready to fire if needs arise.
Pip saw as the door flew open and the trigger was pulled by his hoof. The sound of a shotgun going off caused his brother to wake up. Pip's brother was shocked as he held a gun in his hooves Pip's hooves shook intently. "What the hell Pip!?" he said getting to his hooves soon seeing a sight of the wolf.
Pip began examining the lifeless body. Pip leapt backwards as the wolf disappeared into thin air. "Whoa!" Pip exclaimed falling to the ground.
"Look, Pip, whatever that was, I'm sure it's over," his brother assured him a light smile grew on Pip's face.
Unknown . . .
A human tapped his fingers awaiting the werewolf. A flash of black appeared. "Well, you have that damn colt Shade?" the figure asked tapping his fingers.
Shade whimpered. "The colt knows my weakness Seth, he used a gun with a silver bullet," he whimpered as Seth slammed his hand on the arm rest.
"Damn it Shade! We need that colt, we need him!" a sigh left Seth's mouth. "We'll try again just hope I decide to spare your pitiful life Shade." Seth got to his feet. "This "Pipsqueak" is what we all need," Seth said in a calm voice as he smirked evilly. "Once we have him, our plan will be underway," Seth scanned a book with a red and black skull on it.
