LUCY: Finally
NATSU: I thought we'd never get on the big screen!
GRAY: ...Ur not even thought about n this chpt .
NATSU: !
ERZA: EHEM
NATSU & GRAY: ...
LUCY: ^w^
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CHAPTER ONE
"Papa?" I knocked on his bedroom and waited for a reply. He came back around 12 last night. Wait no… make that 12:15. Which is pretty early for him. He likes to stay out late at Hell's Kitchen Bar with Meldie. She's like his girlfriend but not. He has a lot of not-girlfriends. "Papa?" It was 2 in the afternoon. He should have been up hours ago. Actually, we both should have been up hours ago. I leaned against the door and listened. No sexual sounds, no snoring. Why was he ignoring me? I took the knob in my hand, "Ok Papa, I'm coming in." Big mistake.
The first thing to hit my nose was the scent of gunpowder. A gun had gone off. Missed it's designated target, but definately been fired. By my guess, it was aimed at Papa's head. Upon further inspection as I entered Jude Heartfilia's room the escape hatch in his room had been triggered. He'd fled down the fire escape out his window.
Now any normal child would be scared straight, shaking and nervous and ready to call 911. But not me.
The police couldn't help me.
The house lines are bugged.
No one knew I existed.
This was for safety purposes of course. Mama had me at home because my father was into the wrong crowd and they didn't want me to eventually get caught up in it. Mama got killed because of a deal with the PhantomLords that ended badly so ever since then, any chance I may have had of being known drowned. I was homeschooled. Never allowed out without an disguise. Kept away from windows. And never, ever allowed to open doors or leave my room when Papa had guests over. I was silent as a hungry lone wolf in the winter.
So I did what I was trained to do. I packed a small bag of my belongings, flushed the fish down the toilet, and packed away all the food i could fit into my black backpack. I entered my room, tossed on a black Body Armour shirt with a hoodie attached, my favorite pair of black ripped jeggings, white ankle socks, and black Vans sneakers. I rolled my blonde shoulder blade-length mane up into a ponytail and stepped out of the door. I looked back once before closing the door and walked to the elevator with my bag slung over the side of my torso. Don't worry, Papa. I'm coming for you.