Sailor Moon Fan Fiction ❯ The Forgotten one ❯ Searching for Freedom ( Chapter 5 )

Chapter 5

In her damp, darkened bedroom, Fox surveyed the area around her. Dismayed because there were no windows and only one door, she stood up and leaned against the midnight black, wooden chest of drawers that Dymier had given her for her clothes. For the moment, she gave into defeat, since her search for freedom seemed endless. She had only been looking for an hour, and nothing stirred in the depths of her mind, and sprung to fruitful plans.

"What am i gonna do?" she said, with a hint of frustration, 'and JEEZ, it's too cold in here!!!!!!!!"

Fox shivered in the moist cold air flowing form the vent. As she did, a spark of ingenuity started to burn in her mind. The vent! She thought, almost skipping joyously over to it, YESSSSSSSSS! My key to my freedom! Dymier will wish he never trapped me here in the first place!

Slowly, she examined the cold, hard metallic piece of grating on the floor. It was a seemingly ordinary vent, a bit old fashioned, made of an interesting type of rock.

Obsidian, Fox thought, now why in the world would he make vents of obsidian? Doesn't he know obsidian can break? She laughed. And he thought he was gonna keep me here for the rest of my LIFE! HA!

Cautiously with her long black fingernails, Fox tried to pry the grate away from the vent shaft. However, mush to her dismay, it remained in place, an obstacle form her journey to freedom. The grate refused to even budge an inch, let alone give way; it was almost like it was either bolted to the wall, or it grew from the wall.

Well that's just peachy! Fox retorted, with obvious distain, Guess I will have to smash it instead. Amused, she looked around. Now where's the nearest sledgehammer?

Pacing around the room like a ravenous wolf, Fox glanced around the room at the things contained inside its walls. There wasn't much of anything, for although Fox longed for pretty things, Dymier overlooked her whims and fantasies with a wave of his hand. He had thought her wants were childish, juvenile and a bother. Although he loved her, he never truly cared.

In the miniscule room, there was, of course, the chest of drawers; a humongous closet, that had a hundred dresses of every single shade of black imaginable; a four-poster bed with matching black satin sheets and quilt; and a rickety chest of various things she had acquired from her only friend in the world, the Chief Chef of the Castle, Jaicee.

Jaicee, thought Fox with reverie, if you could only see me now. Jaicee was the only one who pitied Fox for what Dymier had stolen from her. Old in age but not in spirit and vigor, Jaicee was robust for a woman, with short cropped, pearly hair, and a kind, compassionate face. She was a very mysterious woman, and often was gone for long periods of time without anyone knowing about it. It was clear to Fox that Jaicee was a woman with many hidden secrets, and her past was a shroud of mystery. Fox couldn't help but love that aspect of the woman. It reminded her, strangely, of herself.

Wait a minute. Chiding herself for being a total idiot, Fox, unlocked the double bottom of the chest, taking things out as she went. Rummaging around, she shrieked with happiness as she hauled her prize out of the bottom. It was a strangely, odd shaped sphere, with cone-like ears coming out of it, and a cat-like face, a cute little gift from Jaicee herself. My adorable Diana P! Fox mused with delight. Why didn't I think of her before? She can be my one ticket outta here!!!!!!!

"Diana P! Metamorphosize!" chanted the brown-haired beauty, "I need your help Diana P! Change into a hammer!"

Almost instantly, the eyes of Diana P gave off an effervescent glow, tinted rouge, and the little antenna began to twitch. Almost humanly, Diana P nodded her cat-like head, and began to change.

It was then Fox recalled a warning that her friend had told her: Diana P is a special little kitty that will help you in need. But her powers are weakening with every wish, every heart's desire. Use with caution, for she has just enough power to change one last time.

Bowing her head, Fox crossed her arms in front of her, and closed her eyes, grieving the eventual death of Diana P. Diana was something much more than a toy to her, and with great fear and secrecy had stashed it away long ago as a child. Jaicee had given it to her, saying that Fox was meant to have it. A little toy for her fantasies, and the only clue to a past unknown to even its heir. The only link to the shrouds of her past, and a key of hope for her future.

Glancing up, Fox noticed that the transformation was complete. At her request, Diana P shifted its gears, jumbled its metallic parts and shuffled its blinking lights and bulk into a small, oddly shaped hammer, with a wide head and curling prongs. Picking up the hammer, Fox realized that it was well weighted, sturdy in her hand, and easy to grip.

I'm sorry my friend, wherever you are, I hope you are happy, thought Fox sadly. But your death shall not be in vain. You gave your technological life to save my freedom. I will do everything in my power to see your life means something. Going over to the vent, she extended her arm, and began to start her work.