Chapter 2: The Way Legends Begin...

You never get a second chance to make a first impression.

"Welcome, Miss Edith. May I take your coat?"

The receptionist greets me in the usual fashion; slowly and without taking much noticed. May I take your coat? Seriously? Stupid kid. Poor girl joined up to try and get into the mainstream villain action. Instead she is just a low-life receptionist.

"No, but thanks anyway," I say, trying not to draw attention to her because I haven't got a coat. I feel pity for her, "Which room am I in this time?"

She looks up, and notices what she has done wrong, "Oh... no coat... anyway, the usual room. B1."

The usual. My stomach knots. B1 basically means "Bad One" to me. All of my mess ups, all the times I've strayed too far from the villain code, I have ended up in that room, "For Pete's... okay... I'll go there now."

The building is eerily quiet. It is usually full of hopeful, young villains, trying to be accepted into the Council, with the occasional seasoned villain walking around doing whatever they did. I feel as if most people have left because of this moment; the make or break moment for me. I continue to jog down the various corridors until I reach "Bad One". I wait a moment, taking deep breaths. How the hell can I get out of this? My luck has ran out.

They could be out on a break...

I knock, and I hear a muffled, "Come in." Damn, they are in. I open the door slowly, an receive a few nods to sit down. I comply, and put my hands in my lap instead of on the table in front. The whole atmosphere is like an interrogation. It probably is one.

"So, Miss Edith," says the man on the other side of the table in a deep, authority-oozing voice. Everyone else is sitting around the table about a metre and a half away; a new layout I haven't yet seen, "What was the meaning of stealing from your own? And why did we catch you?"

"Well, it is a long story – " Just then, my phone goes off. "Sorry," I say, before reaching out to grab it out of my light blue jeans. My clothing style has changed a bit; Pink T-shirt, jeans, some trainers and a bracelet. I still wear pink beanies; every time I outgrew one, I'd buy the same style as my first, just a size bigger.

Oh poop. A text. I read it:

From, Margo.

We have some faked files to support your case. But we are in Africa. Don't ask. Stall or something.

Stall, eh? I'm good at that, "Yeah, it is a long story," I decide to use real events in my life and... change them a bit, "Want to hear it?"

An elderly man on one of the chairs sighs and looks at his watch, "As long as it keeps me away from the wife..."

All the others looked at each other, laughed for a moment, and said in unison, "Agreed."

I lean forward, using my hands to punctuate my words, "It started when I was a kid. When I was adopted by Gru..."

12 years earlier

Me and my sisters scream as we run down the hallways of our orphanage. Adoption! Everyone in the orphanage had heard; all three of us – me, Margo and Agnes – were going to get adopted at the same time. No-one – not even us three – thought that'd happen. I am so happy I am grinning more than I ever have!

A dream come true!

Margo helps Agnes pack her bag. I pack my own, shaking with joy.

"Aw. My caterpillar never turned into a butterfly," says Agnes. She is annoying, but I love her. I don't find her adorable like the many adults who come and go, trying to split us up, but she is my sister.

That doesn't stop me from saying in disapproval, "That's a cheeto."

Agnes looks at it, and then eats it. I feel like I'm about to gag, but I stop short. Bags packed, and ready to go! We rush to the lobby, screaming with excitement. I still can't believe it. It is a dream come true. Too good to be true, as Margo would say.

She was wrong.

The man in front of us is wearing a Spider-man suit, without a mask, and has a funny nose. I turn around, about to laugh, but Margo stops me. But even she is stifling the giggles. Agnes runs up to him and grabs his leg. "I got your leg. I got your leg!" she shouts in giddiness. I try to look serious.

Margo tries to re-gain her composure, "Uh... I'm Margo, this is Edith... and that is Agnes."

"And I'm Gru. You will help me do the greatest thing ever!" Gru says, hands behind his back, "You are all going to help me beat that guy named Vector..."

"Vector?" I ask, again struggling to prevent laughter. Funny names, too! Can this get better?

Miss Hattie is staring at this "Gru" in awe. I can feel my face muscles forming a grin, but I resist with all my will-power.

"He's a dentist!" Miss Hattie says. I don't believe her. How can this funny looking, light-hearted dude be a dentist?

And then he jumps into a massive tank car. Margo helps him get Agnes off his leg, whilst I find a comfortable spot in the My Little Pony furnished vehicle. It is a laugh a minute, this day. I put my bag down in my chosen territory and go to see what is happening.

Margo is bent double-over, laughing. Agnes is, too. I look up to see Gru looking embarresed. He mouths, "They don't like my style of car," at me. I begin laughing too, and his face turns red.

He orders pizza – at the request of Margo and Agnes – and it arrives within 30 minutes.

We eat in silence, not sure what we will be doing with him. Probably to steal the moon! That'd be awesome!

His house is nice, with lots of warfare decorations from all ages, and the occasional newspaper that had a picture of him smiling devilishly. I think I can grow to like my new Dad. He's like me in so many ways!

"Bedtime girls! Time for bed!" Gru says. Agnes moans at these words. "No, little girl. Now!"

12 years later

"Lies. Gru never wore a Spider-man suit!" said the man sitting at the table.

I laugh, "I am your only source of proof, sir."

One of the men nudges a woman next to him and says under his breath, "This is how legends are made; by mixed up stories with a little truth in them, and with a massive villain like Gru as a Dad and an already villain-like mindset."

But I hear it all. I smile, and continue, "So we grow to like him, but he gives us away. But it wasn't his fault. Uncle Nefario did it," I look down, as I remember all the negative emotions that I and my sisters experienced, but then I feel the happiness and joy – the infinite amount – that we experienced afterwards, "But then he trades the moon for us! How cool is that?"

"Stay formal, Edith!"

"Sorry. So he trades the moon for us with pyjama man – "

"Vector," one said like Gru did. I giggle slightly.

"Yeah, him. But Vector doesn't give us back. So he chases us through the sky, and tells us to jump. Me and Agnes land fine. Margo doesn't but Gru saves her! Cool?"

"Formal!"

"Sorry," I lean back in my seat, totally at ease in the "Bad One". I think of what I can say next, "So we settle down with him again, and he helps me and Margo invent – because by now we know he is a villain and not some Spider-man wannabe, and not Agnes because she was still too young – our first invention. Margo chose a pizza maker. I chose to create a miniature homing missile for taking out extremely small targets..."


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