Alright, let's get this started. You're asking for updates (well, a few of you), and I wrote the first chapter last night. And something mysterious has me itching to write Chapter 2, so expect that around Thursday. BEFORE YOU ASK, the only part of this story that is Spanish is a couple of last names, the first chapter does NOT take place with the Penguins of Madagascar, and this is NOT a flashback. Skipper and the others will come in next chapter, but first I have to send my own penguin into a crate. Enjoy.
Pain huddled herself together, as if she were trying to keep warm. Looking at the sky, she knew it was late, and she knew it was plenty warm already. It was another sleepless night. Pain Volante had experienced many cases of insomnia, but this one bothered her, for this time she had actually begun to wonder why she couldn't sleep.
Night was the best time for one to sit and think. But this was more than that. As Pain clutched her right flipper, her dominant flipper, in pain, she realized the answer lied in her 'name'. Pain.
Pain had been born into a family of penguins that were named after the first word they learned. She had two older brothers, both with decent names. But hers was so awkward, so embarrassing, so unfitting, that she gave herself the nickname Pain. The nickname named after what she knew most. Pain.
The pain in her flipper was nothing new. No, it was an old pain, a recurring pain. She had been doing a dance move and held it out too long. Or so she was told. The incident was a blank. Only one thing could be remembered. Pain.
Pain rolled over as the pain subsided. She released her grasp on her flipper and traced the scar on the pained flipper. A backwards L. She then traced a white cuved line next to the flipper. A scratch that never healed just right. Both stemmed from one force. Pain.
It was in her flipper. It was in her head (headaches when you're trying to sleep do NOT help). It was in her present. It was in her past. It was in her future. It marked her life.
Pain.
Pain Volante was jerked out of her thoughts by footsteps. Human footsteps. Humans. The penguin attempted to get up, to run, but she used the wrong flipper to lean on. Wrong flipper, dominant flipper, weak flipper. The pain increased, and she stayed down, immobile.
Then the humans came. They put her in a cage. Awhile later she was moved to a crate. Later still, she arrived in Central Park Zoo.
That was short than it looks on paper. I have to admit, I'm excited for this story, but there are other things that are MORE exciting than this story.
Anyway, the next chapter will be up sometime soon, so enjoy.