MIT Chapter One
Hello! I am Elektra, but, sadly, this story is not about me. No, this story centers around a girl named Mydnight.
This story takes place in a universe much like the one that you are sitting (or standing) in right now, except for one teensy little fact. Actually, it's a bit bigger than teensy. This fact is the "people" that inhabit this world.
The "people" in Mydnight's world are almost the exact same as you. Well, not exactly you you, but, our species. They have two feet, two legs, two arms, two hands and two eyes.
But, like I said, they are not humans. This is a species known as furries. In our world, furries could be described as a human with tails, ears, fur and a snout of their animal species, so about 50 percent human, 50 percent animal, sometimes in unnatural colors.
Now, this story starts at Mydnight's favorite spot to just chill, the skate park outside the mall.
Mydnight stood on the ledge overlooking the bowl, letting her thoughts wander as she watched her friend Winter, a grizzly bear, ride her bike around and around and around. It made Mydnight dizzy.
"Night! C'mon!" Winter yelled, de-railing Mydnight's train of thought completely.
"You know I don't like being called Night." Mydnight replied, with a sparkle in her eye that hinted at the thought that she might be joking.
"Whatever." Winter rolled her eyes, but added a quiet, "Night."
Mydnight, tossing her brown hair over her shoulder, replied in a haughty voice, "Okay...Autumn," and scampered off, as wolves so often do when facing bears, or, at least I imagine them to.
I had an encounter with a grizzly bear once. I was out hiking and the bear roared and scared the living daylights out of me. I ran screaming like a police car all the way back to my cabin. Not a pleasant experience.
Mydnight, on the other hand, just ran to the slate-grey bench that had just been built next to the skate park. She was sure glad it had been. All the standing around was making her knees sore.
Winter noticed this and tossed aside her bike. "You are not allowed to be sad."
Shooting her a look of disdain, Mydnight replied, "It's Frosty. She," here she shuddered for dramatic effect, "hasn't called in over a week. She said she'd call today."
The cool night air brushed playfully against Winter's face as she replied, "Well, I'm still here for ya, buddy."
"Yeah, but Frosty's...different." Mydnight replied, pulling her legs up onto the bench and laying her head onto her knees. She hated talking about things like this. Especially since they were drowning out the melodious sound of the crickets that chirp so noisily at night. Mydnight just loved that sound. It was like music that needed no composer.
"What!" Winter screamed in mock rage. "Am I not good enough for you?" She added, after a second or two had passed, tossing away the anger salad and piling on a large helping of despair lasagna.
Mydnight quickly shook her head, looking a bit like one of those wannabe 1980's punk rockers that you may have seen displaying on your television. "No, no. It's nothing like that." She said, regaining her confidence. She hadn't realized until then that at the rage in Winter's voice, even though it was fake, she had cringed. "Frosty's just...I dunno. Quieter, I guess."
Her best friend the bear replied, sticking her head out and throwing her arms behind her back, "Let's go get her then! Sheesh."
Mydnight had just opened her mouth when she heard a sound much like bacon frying on a warm Saturday morning.
"Girliesss." Came the unmistakable voice of Shade, another of Mydnight's friends. She slithered her way over to the group and placed her arm on Mydnight's. "What'sss wrong?"
"Frosty's been kidnapped." Mydnight replied, jumping to conclusions, as was normal with her.
To Mydnight's surprise, Shade said, "I know. Her mom, while freaking out, called me today."
Winter said, with a little arm movement, "Let's go get her!"
Shade and Mydnight exchanged looks and hopped up from the bench, not knowing and not caring where they were going.