I do not own Despicable Me.
If you guys have any daredevil stunt ideas, I'll be happy to hear them.
A Daredevil Born
Edith adjusted her beloved pink hat on her head so that it wasn't blocking her vision. She looked down and smiled determinedly. "This is Edith Gru, Daredevil Extraordinaire, about to make her first stunt of her career."
The seven-year-old was perched upon the staircase railing of the second floor. Her blue-grey eyes were locked on the sofa located below. Her heart thudded with adrenaline as she got ready to make the leap. "If I don't make this jump I risk broken bones and a grounding of a lifetime," she said, continuing her narration to an invisible audience.
Taking a deep breath, she then hollered, "Cannonball!"
She launched herself from the railing and hurtled straight down to the living room below. She struck the sofa with a hard thump and bounced right off. She crashed to the hardwood floor and laughed triumphantly. "That was awesome!"
"Edith!"
The blonde pushed herself up and peered over the top of the couch. She noticed her older sister staring at her with wide eyes, hand clutching her heart. "What?"
"Are you insane?" the brunette demanded.
The middle child had to think about that for a moment. "I don't think so," she answered.
"What were you thinking?" Margo snapped, storming up to her sister and checking for any cuts or bruises.
Edith rolled her eyes in annoyance and yanked her arm out of her sister's grip, stopping her intense inspection for any severe injuries. "I was practicing, alright?"
Margo hesitantly regarded Edith. She was unsure if she wanted to ask what she was practicing for, certain that the answer would give her a major headache. But considering the blonde just threw herself over a second-floor railing, maybe she should know. "Practicing for what?"
Edith grinned widely. "I want to be a daredevil when I grow up, so I'm getting in some practice!"
Margo resisted the urge to slap her palm to her forehead. "I thought you wanted to be an evil villain like Dad?" The eldest didn't like the idea of her sister becoming an evil villain, but it had to be safer than being a daredevil.
"Maybe I'll be a villain in my spare time. I haven't quite planned it all out yet." Edith shrugged her shoulders. "I'm hungry." She skipped off to the kitchen.
Margo rubbed her brown eyes underneath her glasses and sighed wearily. Her sister went through constant phases, and this was the worst one yet. One time she wanted to be a vet, so she rescued every injured bird and squirrel and brought them home to 'operate' on. Margo had lost track of how many animals she had saved. Another time she wanted to be a therapist. So she gave local children advice that would scar them for an eternity. Margo had managed to save Agnes from that fate.
"Hey Margo! You want some cookies?" The blonde came back into the living room, chomping on a chocolate chip cookie and another in her other hand. Margo then noticed a large purple bruise forming on the side of her face.
"Edith!"
"Why does everyone keep saying my name like that?" the blonde muttered before turning around and smiling sweetly. "Yeah Dad?"
Gru frowned at his middle child. "What have I told yoo about snackeeng before dinner?"
Edith shoved the rest of her cookie in her mouth. "'At 'ack?" she asked through a mouthful of cookie.
Gru rolled his eyes and glanced at Edith closely. They narrowed and he moved a bit closer. "What happened?"
Edith frowned in confusion and swallowed her snack. "What do you mean?"
"Yoo are hurt." Gru got down to his knee-level and studied Edith worriedly.
Margo quelled a smile. She loved how Gru went from evil villain to concerned dad in a matter of seconds. "It's just a little bruise," she assured him.
"How did she get eet?" Gru asked.
Margo rocked back on the heels of her sneakers and debated whether or not to answer that question honestly. Edith would certainly hurt herself more, and Margo didn't want serious injury to befall her second youngest sister. She also didn't want Agnes to copy Edith's stunts, as the youngest was sometimes prone to do.
But Edith is going to kill me if I tell him…
Then again, there was a good chance Edith would kill herself if she kept this up.
Making her decision, she said, "She jumped from the second floor stair railing." Margo gestured above and ignored the death glare her sister shot her.
"What?" Gru roared. Edith jumped in surprise and automatically took a step back. "Why would yoo do somet'ing so stupid?"
Edith shrugged carelessly. "I wanna be a daredevil."
"Absolutely not. I forbid yoo." Gru crossed his arms and glared at Edith.
The blonde scowled and stomped her foot in irritation. "I can do what I want! I have rights!"
"Eef I hear dat yoo've been pulleeng silly stunts like dis again, dere will be consequences!" Gru's face softened a bit. "I joost don't want yoo geteeng hurt."
Edith sighed and pulled her hat down a bit so that it was in its normal position of being halfway over her eyes. "I guess so," she grumbled, aware that arguing would not get her anywhere.
"Good. Dinner will be ready soon." Gru left the living room and Edith smiled diabolically the second he was out of sight.
Margo put her hands on her hips and regarded her sister. "You're just going to accept this as a challenge, aren't you?"
Edith grinned broadly. "Of course! Challenges are what daredevils embrace!"
Margo watched as the blonde tore out of the living room and up the staircase to do who-knows-what. She rubbed a hand down her face in exasperation and paused when she felt a dull throb in her right temple.
"Yeah. I call feel that headache approaching," she sighed.
She really hoped this would be one of Edith's shorter phases.
