Werewolf Among Us

It was the evening before the full moon. The sun was setting over the swamp, the air began to cool as the sun lowered slowly. The night was going to be an eventful one. Daffy's cabin sat destroyed, this was the site chosen to lay the trap, as to not alarm the town any longer. Daffy Dill, Deputy Penny Packer, and Sheriff Rusty Boot, and Steely Dam gathered and began laying preparations for the night inbound...

Steely dumped a bucket of raw meat into what used to be the firepit, smiling as he did so. Steely knew the werewolf wouldn't be able to resist.

The sheriff opened the rotating cylinder of his revolver and loaded six silver bullets inside of it, deputy Penny Packer observed the sheriff's actions and did the same, clearly trying to live up to the sheriff's standards.

"You got a weapon?" The sheriff asked Steely with a raised eyebrow.

"Ha!" Steely laughed, "What kind of question is that?" Steely pulled out a machete made of pure silver from his saddlebags. "I don't need no guns; I'm doin' things the old fashioned way."

"I like your style!" The sheriff said in approval.

Daffy approached the sheriff. "The plan will work."

"Of course it will." The sheriff responded, steadfast.

The deputy took a deep breath, "I'm coming face to face with that monster... I won't let it get away this time."

"This furry bastard has escaped it's fate long enough." The sheriff stated, "This is where it ends."

The four gathered in a circle around the vacant firepit, stretching their hooves above it and putting them together.

"Tonight, the son of a bitch dies for nearly killing Sketched!" Announced Daffy Dill.

"This rabid wannabe wolf killed an innocent filly, that ain't right. And for that, it dies." Added Steely Dam.

"It's my civic duty to contribute in the werewolf's demise. I could have killed it, but failed to do so. Never again." Deputy Penny said confidently.

"It ends tonight." The sheriff finished, "We'll kill this mean motherfucker or die trying."

"FOR AMMYVILLE!" The four confidently shouted.

The sun had dropped below the horizon, midnight approached. The full moon sat in a clear sky, shining brightly as stars twinkled around it. The raw meat sat in the empty firepit, attracting flies it had been there so long. Daffy Dill, Steely Dam, Sheriff Rusty Boot, and Deputy Penny Packer all assumed positions around the firepit, hiding and waiting for the werewolf to arrive.

The sheriff and deputy Penny hid in tall grass by the swamp, on the opposite side near the destroyed cabin, Steely and Daffy hid in tall grass as well.

"Did'ja hear that?" Steely asked Daffy.

Daffy listened for a moment, "No...?"

"Let me go investigate." Steely responded with a suspicious look on his face.

"Wait, Steely we need to-" Daffy attempted to reason, but gave up as Steely was already trotting off into the woods, ignoring Daffy.

"Great..." Daffy mumbled to himself.

Deputy Penny looked through a pair of binoculars. "It's quiet tonight..." Deputy Penny whispered to the sheriff.

"Be patient," The sheriff whispered back, "The werewolf always sneaks up on people. The last thing you should do is let your guard down."

Deputy Penny pulled the binoculars from his eyes and looked at the sheriff with a dutiful expression, he then saluted. "Right!"

Then all three of them heard a large twig snap, followed by a loud snarl in the distance. The werewolf, green glowing eyes and all, had come forth from the darkness in the swamp, standing on its hind legs. It then dropped to all fours and slowly approached the meat in the firepit, it's eyes glowing a vivid green. The werewolf approached the meat and sniffed it, and immediately it periscoped it's head and began to pan around the site, it new something wasn't right.

The sheriff then stood up from inside the bushes. "TAKE THIS YOU MEAN OL' PRICK!"

The sheriff raised his gun and aimed it at the werewolf, and took a shot, however the werewolf was too quick and ducked - the bullet flying above the werewolf and hitting the destroyed cabin behind.

"Shit!" The sheriff shouted. The werewolf jumped towards the deputy, and scratched him across the face sending him flying back. His gun falling out of his hoof and landing somewhere in the bushes. The werewolf and sheriff stood uncomfortably close together, the sheriff close enough to see the werewolf's jet black fur.

Daffy observed the scene from a distance. As the sheriff and werewolf had a standoff, Daffy noticed The werewolf began to ball it's right claw and slowly but surely raise it, the sheriff did not see this as his eyes were locked with the werewolf's.

"LOOK OUT! IT'S GONNA STRIKE WITH IT'S RIGHT CLAW!" Daffy shouted at the sheriff.

"Huh!?" The sheriff grunted, turning his head towards Daffy. In that exact second, the werewolf knew it had just won the standoff. Before the sheriff could even finish grunting, the werewolf raised it's claw and dug it into the side of the sheriff's face, ripping it off half of his flesh. The werewolf pounced the sheriff, the sheriff's eye hanging from the socket. Before his wound even had a chance to heal, the werewolf took a nasty bite out of the sheriff's skull, the sheriff died instantly.

The werewolf ripped off the sheriff's left hoof, blood began running from the wounds. But the werewolf wasn't done. It put it's claws on the sheriff's chin and ripped his head off, pulling the spine out with it. Deputy Penny watched in horror as the events unfolded. After the initial shock, he attempted to reach for his gun but it was nowhere to be found.

"Goddammit!" Daffy shouted, "Where the fuck is Steely!?"

The werewolf ceased mauling the sheriff and then turned it's wicked eyes in Daffy's direction.

"Uh oh..." Daffy said as the color drained from his face. The werewolf began taking slow steps towards Daffy.

"Shit, shit, shit!" Daffy began to panic. "Why didn't I have a gun!?"

The werewolf leapt towards Daffy, who, on pure instinct, swiftly jumped out of the werewolf's way. The werewolf landed, and then once again turned towards Daffy, this time growling, but continuing the pattern of slow steps leading up to a pounce. Daffy stepped back as the werewolf stepped forward, trying to keep the distance between them equal. Daffy then pulled the silver hook out of his saddlebags.

"Ah ha!" Daffy's expression turned to one of confidence. "Take this!" Daffy shouted, chucking the hook at the werewolf.

The hook hit the werewolf's face on it's side, failing to pierce it's skin. The hook simply dropped onto the floor. The werewolf was unharmed, and simply looked at the hook at the ground, and then back up at daffy with a deadpan expression. It then continued taking slow steps towards Daffy, who still looked incredibly confident.

The werewolf stopped in it's tracks and looked at Daffy, curious as to why he was still confident. It began aggressively barking at Daffy, attempting to scare him. Daffy simply had a smug expression.

"You know," Daffy snidely remarked. "You're not as smart as you think you are."

The werewolf's expression turned to one of confusion, and then a silver bullet entered into it's back. It howled in pain and then turned around back in the direction of the sheriff's body, where the bullet came from. There stood deputy Penny Packer, with the sheriff's own gun. A large scratch across his face, bleeding still. "That one's for the innocent mare, your first murder." Deputy Penny told the werewolf.

The werewolf snarled as the bullet wound smoked, it's flesh melting around the bullet. The werewolf attempted to retreat, but deputy Penny shot both it's ankles, which melted and detached from it's body. The werewolf let out a painful grunt and began to weep.

"Those two are for the innocent filly, and Orange Hue." the deputy began to approach the werewolf, who was on the ground writhing in pain. Deputy Penny shot another shot, this time in the right claw of the werewolf. "That's for Sketched." The deputy put his hoof down on the werewolf's last remaining claw, ensuring it didn't try to attack once more.

"And this one," The deputy confidently stated, "Is for the sheriff." The werewolf looked up at Penny and whimpered. A final shot was fired, at point blank range, directly between the eyes of the werewolf. The back of it's head blew open as chunks of flesh, skull, and brain scattered behind the werewolf. The green glow of the werewolf's eyes faded to nothing, and it was well and truly dead. All five of it's wounds smoked and the skin around them was sizzling, and the blood that pooled was boiling.

"Damn..." Daffy awefully said, fully impressed at Penny's performance.

Penny holstered the gun, now empty of bullets and walked over to the sheriff's body. "I... I did it. It's over..."

"Hell yeah you did!" Daffy cheered on.

The werewolf's body began to morph and shift, back into it's pony form. Penny and Daffy approached the body to observe. The werewolf reverted; it was mayor soaring bit.

"The mayor!?" They both shouted, in shock.

"That... was unexpected." Daffy confessed.

"Wait... Then where's Steely?" Penny asked.

"That's a good question." Daffy responded, confused as well.