The Human

A small wisp of smoke curls in the air, forming a tendril in the air. A murmur coming from a red glowing stub hanging in the air near the ground.

"Damn those weather ponies..."

A light mist has formed on the ground, barely enough to impair vision, but enough to make it uncomfortably    humid. The stub goes dark and I hear a string of curses ooze like venom from the darkness.

"Here," I grab at the area where the smoke came from and clench an object. I hold it up to the end of my horn and it lights itself. The now lit cigarette is yanked out of my hoof and pulled into it's previous position.

"My horn would've done fine thanks."

Silence. The air does nothing but get thicker. The longer the time goes on the faster the puffs of smoke coming from beside me seem to be happening, until a lone figure steps out in front of us. The voice sounds younger than the normal age of any police I have heard before.

"No sign of anypony ever being on this lot captain. Not a single hoofprint out of the ordinary, and it certainly couldn't have been suicide. No sign of a weapon. This one is for you, sir."

He chuckles grimly. "Aren't they all..."

He pulls a magnum out of a holster on his chest, I can very barely see the glint of the six barrels from the cigarette.

"You sure you didn't see anypony inside? Sounds like bullshit to me, if there is no evidence of the suspect is leaving than he must still be there." He snorts and I can hear the click of him loading. "I've been working here longer than any of you have been alive, and one thing I know for sure, they always leave evidence."

The very tip of his horn lights up to give a dim view of the near surroundings. Through the tired creases of his large blocky face I thought I saw him dancing through the vigor in his eyes, even through his age. At any moment I could expect him to jump out of his skin and reveal a younger, but still experienced stallion. I look over at the stallion to my left that gave the news, and I see a mirror opposite of what is to my right. What little torso I can see is muscular and slim, while his face looks more like a colt than that of an adult, but seems to be in the process of changing shape. The light dims more as the older walks away. I stand there and wait for any sign of need of myself. Mostly I feel like the jackass than anything else. I get pulled under for trivial bits of work this way and that just because more than 6 extremities, and I am not talking about limbs.

The unicorn walks back, no longer holding a gun. "Not the first time I've been wrong."

He turns and looks over at me. "Didn't anybody tell you to leave yet?"

I raise my eyebrow, but he might not see the difference in the low light of his horn.

"Why did you bring me along in the first place then?"

"Somepony called me, higher up in command and such. Said they were on watch for a demon thing, huban or something... Anonymous tip from a crazy pony if you ask me, but they are taking it seriously."

I wince. I was hoping to keep this human thing under wraps. Wait, murder? They suspect it to have murdered somepony? "And they suspect a demon behind this murder?"

"Well, the horn on him was cleanly cut off, no knife, sword, or ax could have done something like that. Not even magic could cleanly cut a horn off like that that viciously." He coughs deeply, and then just stands there. He's not the only one with a dislike of myself, but I digress. Sighing, I walk down the road out of his view, but instead of heading home I turn around and run silently over to the house that is under investigation. Passing some caution tape, I duck under and run into the backyard and look around. It's getting brighter as the sun starts to creep up behind the mountains, but the mist still makes it pretty dark out, only just light enough to see right in front of yourself. I creep close to a window sill and take a closer look. It has been dusted for hoof prints and it seems to have only found bird tracks on the window sill.

Wait, bird tracks? They are large enough to belong to a flamingo, and they don't look natural. There is a  swirling, curving pattern there that is near impossible to decipher, along with longer claws than normal. I look around for any more tracks in the dirt, but there are none to be found. I take some dirt and rub it on the marks on the windowsill,so that nopony will find out anymore than I know. Possibly my biggest threat right now would be a higher authority figure finding out.

Well, I sure as hell hope so.