Werewolf Among Us

29 days had passed since the murder of the filly. The moon had completed its cycle and was full once more, it shone a dim silver glow across Equestria. The sheriff examined the sketch of the wolf, he felt a deep sense of failure that not a single clue had come up since the initial murder. No leads, nothing linking anypony to the crime. The case was, by all accounts, cold.

The deputy took a glance at the sketch as well, then turned his head towards the sheriff with worry in his eyes, "Sir, what if we never crack this case?"

"Every day that passes," The sheriff declared. "That seems more and more likely." The sheriff took his ten gallon hat off. "I think the bastard's gonna get away with it."

The front door to the sheriff's office swung open, and there stood a panicked mare. "OFFICER!!!" She shouted.

The sheriff turned towards the mare. "What-"

"QUICK! WHAT'S THE SITUATION!" The deputy interjected, saluting for no particular reason. "THE AMMYVILLE SHERIFF'S DEPARTMENT IS AT YOUR DISPOSAL!"

"The-The werewolf!!" The mare stated, trembling in fear. "It killed my brother!" The mare began sobbing.

The sheriff and deputy looked at each other with shocked expressions, and then turned their heads back towards the mare. The sheriff approached her.

"Slow down," The sheriff consoled the mare. "Tell me what happened."

"Well..." The mare explained...

The mare's name is Purple Hue. She lives with her brother, Orange Hue. Both own the Ammyville bakery. It was just past midnight, the siblings had returned home after a long shift, both covered in flour stains. Orange was especially exhausted and continued to his bedroom, closing the door behind himself. Purple had opted to stay up late that night, as she was almost done reading a book she liked.

Purple sat in the living room reading the book for only a few minutes before she heard a ruckus coming from Orange's bedroom. Initially Purple didn't think anything was out of the ordinary. "Orange simply fell out of bed." She thought, blissfully ignorant. Purple set her book down on the end table beside the couch she sat on, and got up to check on Orange.

Purple made her way down the hallway, to Orange's bedroom door which was on the left side. As Purple approached the door, she heard a light growl coming from within. Purple stopped for a moment, she didn't know what she had heard.

"Orange...?" Purple asked, putting her hoof on the door. There was no response. Purple pushed the door open until it was ajar, and stuck her head through to see if everything was alright. Nothing could have prepared Purple for what she saw inside.

Blood was pooling on the bed, pouring over onto the hardwood floor beneath, seeping into the cracks. Orange's dead body sat on the bed, mutilated beyond recognition. His face was torn from his skull, and his eyes were nowhere to be seen. Various chunks of flesh and bones were strewn about the room, as if tossed aside carelessly. But that was only half of it.

Stood above the corpse on the bed was a massive wolf, its thick black fur stained a crimson color from blood. Orange's guts were strung up in its claws like they were crochet needles. Its eyes glowed a neon green. And it had become aware of Purples presence. It slowly reared its head in her direction, letting out an ugly snarl as it did so.

"And then..." Purple tried to explain, sobbing so hard she could barely speak. "And then I ran as fast as I could... And c-came here..."

The sheriff looked at the deputy confidently. "Did you get all that?" He asked.

"Yes sir Mr. Rusty sir!" The deputy replied as he jotted down the final words of the account.

"Please!" Purple pleaded, "You have to do something!"

"Don't worry ma'am," Reassured the sheriff, putting his ten gallon hat back on his head. "The deputy and I will head over there right away!"

The deputy hurried over to a safe on the wall, input the combination, and opened it up to reveal its contents: Two revolvers and ammunition. The deputy and sheriff both loaded their guns and put them in the holsters attached to their back hooves.

The sheriff had a dutiful expression, "Let's go kill that sick bastard!"

The deputy and sheriff quickly made their way to the Hue household. The full moon sat directly behind it, the house's shadow being free of any moonlight. The sheriff and deputy stood just on the edge of the front lawn, and examined the home's exterior from a distance.

"W-wow..." The deputy remarked, "The house is eerily quiet... Isn't it?" The deputy began tugging at his uniform collar. "M-maybe someone should stay out here, you-you know," The sheriff turned his head towards the deputy with a deadpan expression, draining the deputy of his confidence. "To make sure... nothing... bad... happens...?"

The sheriff simply glared at the deputy.

"...Okay." The deputy said quietly.

The sheriff and the deputy both readied their guns, then slowly crossed the lawn towards the front door of the house. The sheriff and deputy began leaning against the wall on either side of the door, guns in hoof. The deputy began making various signals with his hooves.

"...What?" The sheriff loudly whispered, confused.

The deputy made an irritated face and glared at the sheriff, putting his hoof over his mouth to signal the sheriff to hush. The deputy then pointed towards the door.

The sheriff rolled his eyes, and then kicked the door open. Both the sheriff and the deputy rushed inside. They stood in the living room, the house was silent and dark. The floorboards beneath their hooves creaked.

"Check the kitchen." The sheriff ordered. "I'll take the bedroom."

The deputy nodded in response.

"Hey." The sheriff added. "Shoot anything that moves." The sheriff said as an order.

The sheriff slowly made his way down the hallway, to Orange's bedroom, the door still ajar. He leaned against the wall right beside the door, he began speaking to whomever was inside.

"Now, you have one chance to surrender!" The sheriff stated. "Or else im'na come in there and blow your brains out!"

There was no response.

"Last chance!" The sheriff urged.

Silence.

"Don't say I didn't warn ya!" The sheriff shouted, as he busted the door open, ready to fire. But the room was empty. There was blood splattered everywhere, even the ceiling, but the body, and alleged werewolf, were nowhere to be seen. Then something on the floor caught the sheriff's eyes. Bloody paw prints leading out of the bedroom and into the hallway.

The deputy entered the kitchen, the lights were off. It was pitch black. The deputy was fairly new to the field of law enforcement. He signed up only a week before the first murder, and he had no way of knowing what was in store when he signed on to be Ammyville's deputy. The deputy could not shake a strong feeling of fear, being in the house, with a werewolf skulking around. He feared for his life.

The deputy noticed something was off in the kitchen. The sink was pooling with blood. Then the deputy noticed Orange's dead body, or what was left of it, in the sink. The deputy gasped, took a step back, visibly sweating and hyperventilating.

"H-holy fuck..." The deputy whispered just under his breath. The deputy gulped and took a step forward. "The body..." The deputy wondered. "...How did it get there? And what's with that weird statue above the sink?"

It was at that exact moment, the deputy froze dead in his tracks. It wasn't a statue.

The wolf's eyes began glowing green as they opened up. It bared its teeth and began growling. The deputy stood in the wolf's monstrous shadow, the full moon visible from the window behind the wolf, backlighting its terrible form. The deputy stood frozen for a solid three seconds.

"SHERIFF!" The deputy yelled as loud as he could. Almost as soon as the deputy opened his mouth the wolf lunged at him with a horrifying growl. A loud gunshot was heard, the wolf's ankle was shot. The wolf let out a whimper, and then a growl as it narrowly missed tearing the deputy to shreds.

The deputy rushed behind the sheriff in a full on panic, and continued to shoot at the wolf. However, the wolf was moving too quickly, and smashed through the window above the sink, and leaped outside. The sheriff followed in hot pursuit and leaped out the window as well. But the wolf was too fast, and disappeared within the vast swamp.

"GODDAMMIT!" The sheriff shouted as he stomped his hoof into the moist grass. The deputy then poked his head out of the broken window.

"S-sir! You saved my li-" The deputy attempted to remark, but was promptly cut off by the sheriff.

"I told you to shoot anything that moved!" The sheriff shouted.

The deputy went silent, and looked down briefly, before looking back at the sheriff. "We should probably clean up this body..."