An American Werewolf in Equestria
Chapter 1 – Well, this is new.
(London England – West End Alleyway – 1981)
“Please, David… It’s me… I want to help you,” Alex said.
Her slender frame walked closer toward the growling beast in the alleyway.
“Let me help,” she pleaded.
The creature let out a god awful howl and bared its fangs, but it wasn’t at the girl. Behind her was hundreds of police men. All of them armed to the teeth, and all of them ready to kill him and any poor soul that happened to be in the alley with him. He rushed forward, his large paw striking her on the side slightly pushing her out of the way as the bullets ripped into his fur. He howled in pain and fell. Moments later his body began to change. The large wolf began to morph back into the shape of a man.
The police sergeant on duty looked at the happening, shook his head, and walked toward the girl. He pulled his trench coat off and draped it around her shoulders.
“David no!!!!! God NO!” she cried.
(Equestria – Everfree Forest – Present Day)
“David! David! Damn it wake up!!!!” Jack shouted.
David groaned and slowly opened his eyes. He looked toward the rotting corpse of his now going on three month deceased friend Jack Goodman. If Jack’s face could still make a scowl it would be. The specter walked around the forest for a few minutes and then looked back at his friend.
“Okay, what in the holy hell happened?! I mean you went out in a blaze of unholy glory, so why am I still a walking, rotting, specter corpse thing?!” Jack shouted.
“I don’t know… Jack… what happened? Did… did I kill anyone else?” David asked.
“Kill anyone else? David, that entire group of people watching that porno were killed in less than three minutes. I’m fairly sure that you took out at least ten cops, and that’s not counting the ones that died because of traffic accidents,” Jack replied.
“So where are they?” he asked.
“That’s actually a pretty good question. They should be around here somewhere,” Jack said.
“Jack, where am I? This doesn’t look like London,” David said.
He stood, slowly. There was snow on the ground, but that wasn’t the only problem. Once again he found himself to be completely naked. A quick look around assured him that he wouldn’t have the chance to steal some balloons and cover himself. Instead, he was standing in ankle deep snow, in the middle of a dimly lit forest, with his undead friend for company. He looked around the area. There had to be some kind of sign of where he could be.
“David, just lay down and go to sleep,” Jack said.
“No, Jack it didn’t work before,” David replied.
David felt the cold biting into his skin. There had to be something he could do. In truth he would just about traded anything for his parka, jeans, and old gray NYU shirt. The feel of cold air blasted him again, and he began to shiver. He walked a little bit and rubbed his arms.
“Blue moon, you saw me standing alone,” he started to sing.
“Really? You’re going to sing that? I mean a werewolf singing about the moon?” Jack asked in a semi mocking tone.
“Damn it Jack I’ve got to keep moving,” he replied.
“Yeah, you got to keep moving. David, you know what’s going to happen soon don’t you? You’re going to change. I don’t know where you are, but if you kill anyone you’re going to make more people like me,” Jack said.
“I know… Maybe they can lock me up,” David said.
“That worked so well last time,” Jack said rolling his eyes.
“I don’t know… I mean I got shot, I should be dead,” David said.
“I know, and I don’t know why it didn’t work,” Jack replied.
The sound of woods began to pick up again and David noticed a little hut in the distance. He walked a few more steps, but everything was feeling numb. His legs had lost all feeling in them. He tried to step a few more steps forward and fell onto his face.
“Jesus, it’s cold…” he said.
“Sort of makes you miss the Slaughtered Lamb right?” Jack asked taking a seat beside him.
“Yeah, it was warm in there,” he replied.
“Plus you weren’t buck naked either. You know… I can see why Alex liked you so much. I guess that I’m lucky Debbie Kline never really got to know you too well,” Jack joked.
David shivered and tried to rub his arms, but they were just too cold.
“You’re still wasting all of that energy on someone with a mediocre mind and a fair body?” he asked.
“There was nothing mediocre about that body,” Jack said laughing.
“Jack… I’m going to die here aren’t I?” he asked.
“It looks that way buddy. It’s not so bad though. I mean you could have gotten torn apart by a werewolf. Trust me, that’s got to be one of the worst ways to go,” Jack said.
“I’m sorry Jack… I’m sorry for everything,” he said.
Jack turned toward him. The small patch of flesh on his face showing an arched eyebrow that looked like he was surprised. Well surprised and concerned.
“David, it’s not your fault. Hell, if I wouldn’t have carried on about that damned pentagram in the Slaughtered Lamb we wouldn’t be here,” Jack said.
“Why did you do that?” David asked.
“I was just being my normal smart-ass self. You know how I am man,” Jack replied.
He nodded. He knew exactly how Jack was, and it didn’t surprise him at all. His vision began to get darker. In truth, he wondered if he would ever really see anything again. Maybe this was the easiest way for it to end though. He would just go to sleep. His eyes closed and he could barely hear the sound of something walking through the snow.
“Maybe it’s not over yet buddy,” Jack whispered.
(Zecora’s hut – two hours later)
Zecora looked at Twilight who looked over the strange pink ape looking thing laying under a pile of blankets.
“What is it?” Twilight asked.
“Many strange things I’ve seen in the Everfree, but nothing so strange as he!” Zecora replied.
“Jack…” David moaned in his sleep.
“He speaks? I’ve heard creatures squawk and squeak, but I never expected to see something so strange speak,” Zecora said.
“We should get him to Ponyville. I don’t doubt that you could take care of him here Zecora, but we don’t know if he’s dangerous, and I wouldn’t want to leave you alone with him,” Twilight said.
Zecora nodded. The two of them looked at the strange creature before them. He looked peaceful enough while he was sleeping, but they did discover a small set of canine teeth in his maw. That was more than enough to decide that he was omnivore. It wasn’t a terrible thing, after all Griffins were omnivores as well, but it was a little unsettling. Twilight studied him a bit more intently. Knowing that he could talk, that he was capable of speech brought a whole new set of questions to the proverbial table.
She flexed her wings and studied the creature a little more.
“How heavy was he?” Twilight asked.
“Not so heavy was he, but long and odd to carry,” she answered.
“I think that I’ll get Applejack and Rainbow Dash to help us carry him into town, and then we’ll see about getting him into the hospital,” she said.
Zecora nodded and began working on a few potions.
“Alone with him fine I will be, have no fear, dear friend, for me,” Zecora said.
“Okay, I’ll be back in an hour at the most,” Twilight said as she opened the door and spread her wings. She lifted into the air and began to head toward Ponyville.
Zecora closed the door and looked at the sleeping creature again. She walked toward it and studied him a little more closely.
“Jack… I’m sorry…” he whimpered.
She listened as he talked in his sleep. It was mutterings, a few words of what had to be complex sentences. This creature was indeed intelligent. She walked over toward where her potions were and began mixing a few herbs together. As a paste they would help relieve him of the hypothermia he was suffering. She started to dab the paste on him when she felt a sudden chill in the air. She started to do it again, and the same chill appeared. She put her other hoof toward him and nothing happened, but when she moved to place the paste on him the chill reappeared. Her eyes narrowed and she walked toward the potions she had. She took out a book and studied it for a moment before mixing together a fine dust from a set of herbs. She blew the dust into the air and said a few words in her native language. For a moment nothing happened, and then an outline appeared.
She could see that it looked similar to the creature. The outline began to take shape, fill in where it had been transparent, and then it became fully in her view. She recoiled at it. The thing was rotting. It was like him, but there was no doubt in her mind that it was dead. This thing she was facing had to be dead for some time. Her eyes studied it for several seconds before it finally moved. It seemed to take note that she was following it and then it did something she didn’t expect. It laughed.
“Oh my God you can see me can’t you?!” it exclaimed.
“What are you, and what do you do?” she asked.
“My name is Jack Goodman, the guy lying in your bed is my good friend David Kessler. As for what do I do… I guess that right now I wait for David to die so the curse can be lifted,” Jack said.
She studied him and shook her head.
“It is you who keeps me from treating him, true?” she asked.
“That wouldn’t treat him. I don’t know how I know, but there’s wolf’s bane in there. If you use that it’s going to turn real ugly real quick,” he said.
“Wolf’s bane does not cause harm, there is no cause for alarm,” she said.
She studied him as he walked. His bones creaked and popped as he found a place to sit down. He shook his head and looked at David.
“For most things it doesn’t cause any harm, but for a werewolf… Oh, it unleashes the beast inside,” he said.
She looked at David again and then back at his friend. She shook her head and waved a fan in the air. The dust began to drift out and Jack began to disappear.
“Wait! No, it’s so boring without someone to talk to…” he said.
His voice trailed off to barely a whisper and then it was all but gone. She walked back to David and touched his forehead. If what that thing had said was true then they had bigger problems than finding out what to do with him. They had the problem of having a creature that had not been in anywhere in their world for several hundred years.
“If what he says is true, if the wolf is you, then my friend there may be nothing we can do,” she said.
(2 hours later – Zecora’s hut)
Applejack looked at Twilight as they neared the door. It opened slightly and there before them was Zecora who was busy making a collection of potions. They began to walk toward the creature before she stopped them.
“No, my friends, he may be dangerous in the end,” she said.
Twilight looked at her and then at the creature.
“He’s sleeping. How can he dangerous?”
At that moment David opened his eyes and groaned.
“Where am I?” he asked.
He slowly sat up. He had heard voices in the room a few moments ago. He looked to see where the voices were coming from and saw three different colored ponies and a zebra. His eyes widened at the sight.
“Sir, our friend found you out in the snow,” the purple one said.
He shook his head, looked at them again, and then fell back.
“I’m hallucinating,” he said.