Chapter 17: Run!

The poor mailman screamed as a dagger embedded just beside his ear, a few strands of his dirty blond hair fell down as he whimpered helplessly, but he was probably more afraid of me than the dagger itself.

Because I was not happy.

Not happy at all.

"What is this Shit?!" I couldn't even come up a historical name for a curse as I set down the newspaper. The front page had a picture of a crashed carriage of the Justine Family and a headline that said;

'THE FALL OF THE JUSTINE FAMILY'

"I...I don't know Sir. I'm just a mailman Sir. Please don't hurt me Sir." He squeaked the last part.

"Get out!" I growled out.

"Right away Sir!"

It took him less than a second to do just that.

I knead my forehead while I keep glancing back at the newspaper. I felt the worry gaze shooting behind my back and I don't need that right now.

I took one last look at the paper and the date on one corner. I would have laughed knowing it happened three days after we last met. Three days since we save a whole town together from a giant demon.

"Don't let anyone in my room for today, no exception." I ordered. The two of them had their eyebrows shot up because I don't like making orders, so they should know that what's hitting me is hitting me hard, and I need my space for it.

I rushed to my room upstairs. Slammed the door shut. Locked the doors. Picked up the nearest breakable - which in this case a desk lamp - and threw it to the wall while I scream wildly.

It was just a small simple act but it made me breathless. Huffing and panting as I sank on the bed, covering my face with one hand. The sunken weight of guilt pulling me down further in an emotional roller coaster that made me sick.

Dear God, Lord, or Whatever Deity there are in this world. Please...please...don't let this be the end of Freed. He has way more life to him waiting for it to stop just there. He just can't die yet.

The solace that there's hope for him was the fact that they never found his body.

Meaning if he was dead, then we don't even have a body to bury him in.

Tears began to welled up in my eyes and instead of crying. I got up. Took a random item on hand and screamed again as I threw it on the wall once more before I could make out what it was.

I would have done it again, but I stopped myself. I couldn't lose control now. You're not at fault for this. There's a chance he's still alive, that this was his history. Focus on that for God's sake.

I took deep breaths before a semblance of sanity got a hold of me. Relaxing my muscle but this time, I couldn't help the tears that fall alongside.

I cried.

I cried like a child I should have been in this body, and cried my eyes out without restraint for the first time in this body.

I didn't came out of the room for the whole day. The servants stayed out of my room including Rebecca and Nick. They put both lunch and dinner tray outside my room. It was left untouch.

I heard a few days later that Dad was distraught from my action and pleaded me to let him enter my room. I didn't remember. I probably cried myself to sleep then.

Little did they know it was far from the truth that I stayed coop up solemnly in my room.

When the shadows starting to overtook the town, and the light began to set. I took out my robe and jumped out of my window, going to the magic guild before it closed for the day.

I walked straight to the front desk, ignoring any signs of suspicious stare toward me. There was a sense of nostalgia as I came to faced the Scarred Man in Glasses I first came to meet here when I was four.

I squashed that feeling and slammed a sketch art of Freed. The Desk Man raised an eyebrow in question that I promptly answered.

"I don't know how, who, or how long it takes. Anyone who can prove to me this guy is still alive will get one million jewels."

I let the man gaped at me for a moment long before turning my back and strut back out the guild.

"So...have you been okay?"

"Really Goldilocks, you have to ask?"

Lucy winced, "Sorry, standard question."

I looked back at her while I had my back on my bed. My head hanged upside down at the edge. My expression kept the straight face I have, looking down (up?) at Lucy who had her hands on her hips and barged into the room since I didn't get out much these past few days.

"I'm surprised they let you in."

"Nick called me actually. Said that you need a friend," she strut forward and sat next to me. "So...Freed…"

I didn't even care that she knew the name before cannon. I breathed out a mirthless laughed at how little I care about it at the moment and only the friend that I may have lost forever instead.

"We were fighting demons before we said our goodbyes you know? I mean...can you believe it? We fought actual demon and won. Against the enemy of human nature and we won. Just a group of kids, saving the day and no one...no one knows how brilliant he was."

"There's you."

I turned my head to lock eyes with warm brown eyes. I had expected myself to lash out on her unreasonably, but surprisingly I'm too tired to do even do that.

"You know it's okay to cry right?" she reminded me softly.

I snorted, "Already did that."

"Doesn't mean you'll cry less."

There was a tone of understanding in her voice. She had experienced the same thing with her Mother and all was a calming silent between us before something impulsive hit me.

It was a bad idea.

A very bad idea.

Yet somehow it felt right to me as well.

I jumped up from my bed, startling Lucy from my semi-catatonic state to one more lively than before. My back was facing her and I waited for any of my rational part of my mind to stop me.

There's none.

I whirled my head around to face her, and with my most serious yet with manic glint in my eyes, I told her "Let's get out here."

"Wha...what?" she choked out in surprise.

"You and me. Just for one whole day. Let's get out and forget ourselves. Forget that you're the Lucky Lucy of Heartfilia and me as a Noble of Jurenelle Family for one moment, just for one moment. We run. What'd you say?"

I could see her inner mind working, contemplating whether to take my outstretched hand or not. She knew this was a bad idea for so many reasons, she's a smart kid after all. But the first thing she asked me instead was;

"How do we go from here?"

An excited grin I hadn't wore for so long was plastered on me, "Oh, I got everything cover. The question is Lucy...are you willing to take this risk with me?"

Lucy stared at my hand for a long while and I feared she wasn't going to take it. But the girl kept surprising me when she did, looked me in the eye and asked with just as much as excitement in me, "Where to?"

And I answered "Wherever we want."

Everything after that was a blur. I remembered quickly packing my clothes and money and leaving a note that told them we'll be gone for 24 hours. We sneaked out of the mansion and ran toward the forest hill near the back of my home. It was a difficult and muddy journey but it didn't peel off the excited grin Lucy had on her.

It was at a particular spot on the hill that I had her close her eyes for a surprise I've been wanting to show her for so long. She did just that, giggling all the while, I pulled her slowly to a clearing where my Master Project was situate.

Lucy opened her eyes and gasped.

What she was seeing was something out of this world to her.

A red phone booth.

I know it's anti-climatic, but it's the truth that it's out of this world for her. Plus, I didn't want to rip off the signature blue police box. Oh, and you might be wondering, is it bigger in the inside?

Do you even need to ask?

It's a big fat YES!

"What is that?"

I opened the door eagerly and slipped inside, Lucy cautiously followed but when her head slip inside, the audible gasp was heard when it echoes around the Control Room.

Let's see how well I can describe it to you all.

It's nothing like the original, I can assure you. First, the biggest difference would be instead of a circular control in the middle of the room, I have a wall instead. A big wall with screens, buttons, and levers of every shape and size I knew from inside out what it was for since I made it. On the middle of it was a window that could show me what the outside was or obscure it. The steering wheel made it looked like it's closely related to a motorcycle, but I'll most likely only used it for in flight only since it travels mostly by teleportation.

Other than that, the walls of the Control Room was surrounded by plants. Vine and orchid decorated into something colorful and lively, the middle of the room was no different to a living room at the moment. With a small coffee table, two beanbag couches just for us and oh, railings! Can't forget the railings by the walls and couches. It is going to be a bumpy ride after all.

Just so you know, this ship can make it possible for me to change the outlook of the Control Room. I can summon a kitchen, a bedroom, or a gym without moving. Just thinking or saying it and he'll make itfor me. Off course, I can make other closed door rooms as well, but that's more for privacy sake.

The ceilings has rotors and lights that looked otherworldly as if it came from an actual alien ship, the humming became something I'm sure I'll find soothing, the floor was carpeted, and the scent of scented candle that reminded of my Mom in my past lives who loves it so that I find it soothing as the scent filled the place.

Probably have to chuck that out once Nick came aboard or it'll overwhelmed his sense. But I couldn't help but wanting a piece of my past life on my first journey.

I waited with eager smile at the next few words that slip out of her mouth, "It's...bigger on the inside."

"I know," I agreed with her as I fiddled the controls.

She looked back incredulously at me, "You build a magic ship."

"Uh-huh," I agreed wordlessly. Keeping my eyes on the screen, buttons and levers. The Ship beginning to come alive for the first time.

"You're not even old enough to drive a car yet and you build a freaking ship?!" Lucy said half hysterical, half awed, and found herself tripping her feet, landing at the beanbag couch. Her eyes never leaving her surrounding.

"Hey, this is isn't just a Freaking Ship, it's a Fantastic Ship and he has a name. Isn't that right TORRI?"

[Indeed Sir] said a mechanical englishman voice with identical tone to a once faithful servant. Lucy jumped at the voice, mouth acting like a fish out of water and gaped at me in the end when she too realized who it was.

"Lucy, meet T.O.R.R.I. that's short for The Only Remarkable Rune Intelligence. TORRI this is Lucy."

[Good to meet you Lady Lucy. Would you like a cuppa?] he asked while the walls whirred to life, making a small kitchen, and a cup of tea was soom made and presented to her.

Lucy accepted wordlessly, still grasping for any sense of her own small reality. Even if magic could make anything fiction possible, it still took effort and time for it to be achieved. The smug smile was wiped when Lucy went next to me and smacked me hard at my arm.

"What was that for?"

"To wipe that stupid smug look off your face."

I smirked at her, "You like my smug look."

She rolled her eyes and smacked me again. I'm guessing she's too speechless so she's resorting to violence in reaction. What a rude lady.

Off course I had a smug look. I just put my Past Life's knowledge and imagination come to life and joined together the idea of the TARDIS and Tony Freaking Stark's famous AI, JARVIS. And copyright lawyers from another world could go suck it, because I just succeeded in bringing the Whovians and Marvel Fandom bow from my awesomeness.

Off course, rather than whenever and wherever I could only do the later, but it is still something right?

The smile I've desperately needed was there on my and hers face and that's all the encouraging I needed when I ask her; "Anywhere in the world at your fingertips Lucy, where do you want to go?"

Lucy thought about it for a while. The smile, if it was possible, grew even more.

"Surprise me."

My grin began to match hers, "Randomizer it is." I held out to touch the lever in question and was about to pull it down but stopped at the last second. A mischievous thought occur to me, "Oh and just so you know. I never test drive this ship. So apology in advance if we crash landed."

Lucy's smile faded and her eyes grew large from it, "Roy, don't you dare-"

Too late.

I laughed maddeningly and pulled the lever.

And the ship jolted roughly and disappeared from the clearing that once had an odd red box standing there.

AN: Let me just say, I do not regret making this chapter.

Thank you for enjoying and please let me know what you think. :)

With Love, Author.