Full summary: Now fully grown up, Margo, Edith and Agnes follow in the footsteps of their adoptive father and become villains. However, when an unexpected screw-up in Edith's latest scheme gets her kicked out of the villain world, she arranges a meeting with the VC (Villain's Council) to try and get her status back. She recieves a text from her sisters saying they have fake evidence to help her out of her mess, but she needs to buy some time for them to get there. She does it by telling a story. Her story may or may not be true, but it works either way for Edith.

This'll be from Edith's point-of-view completely. Yeah, Edith is my favourite character!

Chapter 1: Screw-up

The greatest barrier to success is the fear of failure.

This isn't going well.

This really isn't going well at all.

I silently stick to the wall, making sure I am avoiding the various traps scattered around. My intelligence – coming from my older sister – suggests there is even a unicorn trap. That'd be great against Agnes.

Damn, it is quiet down here. Not that it should be noisy. An underground vault, locking away the greatest secrets and the precious money used by villains internationally. This isn't a place where you'd find a boyfriend, or go for a relaxing walk.

Margo likes relaxing walks. Oh, that reminds me. I need to check on her.

Focus, dammit! If I get caught, I'll be kicked out of the villain world. I'd be a disgrace to my family. I need to reach the vault before I worry about her. My father still sees all three of us at least twice a week. Coming and going from his house. It hasn't changed a bit outside, but inside it is now our dream home. The one we dreamed of when we were still orphans. I love him.

Oh! Focus focus focus! I'll be kicked out. Booted away.

I wouldn't go down without a fight, though.

"I have reached the target without any opposition," I say on my comm. Untraceable and in-audible to anyone I haven't selected to hear it, "Do you read me, sis, over?"

It takes a moment. Poop. If she doesn't hurry up, I'm going to get caught for sure, "Yeah, Edith. I do. But please! You can turn back."

I roll my eyes, but I quickly look back down from where I came. Almost completely dark to the eye, but my infrared has helped me pick out my target, "Not this again. Margo, I know you love me and all, but I can do this," I whisper, "Now, where are them codes?"

"Edith! I refuse to send them unless you tell me no-one is about to see you!"

I look around as if she can see me. I can just say no-one is here, but no. Old habit, I guess, "No, Margo. No-one is here but me. Unless you count this fly I have seen - "

"What? It could trigger the sensors!"

Oh poop. "I'm on it. Why don't you trust me?" I say, as I draw my miniature homing missile launcher. I invented the thing years ago, but it still sticks with me. Dad was proud, "I am a professional."

A small giggle, but then it stops abruptly, "You haven't changed much. Except you don't pout. You attack. Anyway, fire that missile of yours, sis."

As soon as she said fire, I got the lock-on buzz. I reduce my breathing and pull the trigger. A moment of nothing but darkness and my slow breathing, then small particles fly into the air, "Done. Now, the codes."

Margo must've pressed transmit on her supercomputer. The faint sound of my moblie phone receiving a message confirms it, "It's funny. It matches Mr. Stuff Crust's telephone number. Oh, and Dad has promised that if we pull this off, all of us get stuff crust pizza for the whole weekend at his house."

I laugh whilst I place the phone into the USB slot of the vault. Who uses USB slots on a vault? I am also laughing at Dad's promise. He either really likes pizza or has no faith at all in us. I guess he has finally realised he likes it, "Yeah! Get in!"

"Edith! Be quiet!"

Oh... oh... oh no no no no no. Not now! I can't get caught. "Oh, dammit!" The locks open silently to reveal hordes of cash – I estimate at least 30 billion dollars – and priceless global landmarks and treasures from villains gone-by, "Jackpot."

I didn't even notice the flaw I made. I regret it to this day, as it made everyone's lives more complicated, but it was a hell of an adventure! Better than any theme park.

I didn't scan for traps within the vault, and now I am captured. I don't even know how. A bright white light and then sudden darkness, as if a bag had been put over my head.

About five hours later, I was told my days as a villain were over. I managed to get an interview with the VC, in the hope of keeping myself in my chosen career.

"Edith, it'll be okay. Me and Margo and Dad will find a way! Dad always does!"

I look at my little sister and give her a sad smile. As right as she was about Dad – especially after he saved us from pyjama man – I don't think even he can help me.

"Agnes, of course you will," I hug her, "But if the naughty people say no, will you be my successor?"

I'm 20 now. Margo is 22 and Agnes is 18. But I still treat her like the unicorn-loving sister I once knew. She still did like unicorns, just not as much as she used to, "Sure, Edith. But I'll make it a unicorn-stealing empire, you know that don't you?"

I can do this. I know that don't I?

"Yeah, I do."

She laughs, "I'm just warning you!"

Margo appears in the doorway, looking regretful. She wears new glasses now – designer, made to fit her and match her specs – and still with the green. I always have liked pink and purple. Agnes likes whatever colour her unicorns are. The kitchen hadn't changed from when we were kids, either, "Edith, I'll do whatever I can. I should have told you to check in the vault. I should have been there with you. I should have – "

"Margo, it isn't your fault," I say, holding up my hand for silence, "I could have been more careful, sis. Try and convince Dad to still let us do that weekend-thing for me. I'd do it, but I'm a bit angry, so violence is expected..."

"You'd never hit me again," said Dad, appearing behind Margo, "Even though I did ground you from everything, that was a good punch!" He laughs, "We'll work something out, kitten. I even pinky-promise!"

I wave goodbye.

I walk out of the door, not even grabbing my coat. All of my files and evidence is waiting for me in my car. The whole point of this is because I was caught whilst doing a scheme and because I was caught stealing from the villain's themselves.

I begin my drive to the VC building. Ironically, this is where the vault was located. My career breaker could be my career saver. A broken, abandoned-looking building. The kind you see in cheesy haunted house films; smashed windows, with lightning in the background. Okay, scratch the lightning bit, but it does look haunted.

I park my chrome-silver Nissan GTR Black Edition '12 – my pride and joy since I stole the prototype with Dad as a kid – outside the building, and take a deep breath. I know this will be a long, hard day.

All thanks to a screw up.

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