Here's the next chapter in the story, written from one of my favorite points of view to write in. Enjoy!

(Disclaimer - see Chapter 1)

Chapter 11:

Lucy

I climbed into the vent just after Wyldstyle, my lips still vibrating from the impromptu beatboxing. The silver wrapping around me was starting to get itchy, and I was dying to take it off.

"I thought you didn't like that song," I said to Wyldstyle.

"I don't," she said simply, not looking down at me. We were climbing up a ladder now, getting closer and closer to the Kragle.

"Hey," I said. "I - I know you're - you're trying to put on this tough act, but - but I don't think you're...really as mean as you're trying to seem."

"What do you mean?" she said defensively. "I'm not mean."

"You sure?" I asked. "Cause earlier, you were all like…"

I raised the pitch of my voice.

"'Oh, you can't be the Special, you're not a Master Builder, you ruined the prophecy…'"

I brought it back to normal.

"The point is, I don't think that's the real you."

Wyldstyle reached the top of the ladder and climbed up into the flat part of the vents. As I followed her, I could see the Kragle room from the window at the other end of the tunnel.

She walked over to the window and stared at the Kragle.

"Are you okay?" I asked. "Cause...I've seen a lot of horror movies - and...uh, when someone stands so still like that, it's usually not a good sign -"

"Look, Emmet…" she said. "I - I wanted it to be me."

My eyes widened. I hadn't even realized what she had been thinking.

"What?" I said quietly.

"I wanted to be the Special - and I know, that sounds super mature, but...ever since I heard the prophecy, I wanted it to be me. To avenge -"

She paused.

"To avenge who?" I asked.

"To avenge whom," she said. "But...I had a really good friend - a Master Builder - who was helping me protect the Kragle. And then -"

She paused again.

"He...he was killed in combat," she said. "Just a few weeks before Lord Business came and stole the Kragle. A group of robots came - and he -"

She shuddered, the same way she had when recalling President Business's stealing of the Kragle.

"There was a bullet - a laser bullet - coming right towards me...and I panicked. I couldn't think of what to do - and -"

She blinked away a tear.

"And he came and - and jumped in the way - and -"

Her voice broke. I longed to hug her, or give her a pat on the back, or at least hold her hand - something to show that I cared.

"I'm sorry," I said.

"No, that isn't the worst part," she said. "Vitruvius - he's an excellent healer - and he was able to bring him back - but there was something else he had to take."

"What?" I asked.

"His memory," Wyldstyle said. "Vitruvius was able to salvage most memories, but the ones of him being a Master Builder - those he had to get rid of."

Her face looked pained, like she was trying to keep one crucial piece of information from me.

She turned to me. "You remind me a lot of him, Emmet."

I smiled.

"And...and every day since then...I wanted to find a way to avenge him. Batman helped me get through it, but it didn't help enough. I changed my name a million times, so that he wouldn't realize who I was if I happened to see him. I didn't want him to get tangled up in this again. But I was - I was right there, in that construction site, ready for my chance - and then it turned out to be you."

I didn't know why, but I suddenly felt guilty. I wished that I had just left Wyldstyle alone, given her her chance to avenge her friend.

"Well...when I met you, in the city, when you told me that I was the Special…" My voice cracked. "...and you said I was talented, and - and important - that was the first time someone had ever said something like that to me."

Her eyes lit up.

"Really?" she asked. "You were the only one checking up on the place after the job was done, and nobody recognized you?"

I shrugged. "The point is...when you said that, I - I wanted to absolutely anything I could to - to make myself the guy you told me about."

She smiled and took off her robot disguise.

"Lucy," she said simply.

"What?" I asked.

"That's my real name," she said. "You asked, earlier - and it's Lucy."

For some reason, the name tugged at me in a weird way - there was something about it that sounded familiar, but I couldn't place it.

I took off my disguise. "I really like that name - and for the record, I like Lucy a lot better than Wyldstyle."

"You'd be the first…" she said. "But thank you."

She reached out her hand, and I went to hold it - but we were interrupted. Of course we had to be interrupted.

"What are you two losers doing?" Batman said, hanging down from the ceiling upside down.

"Nothing, nothing," Lucy said, putting her hands down. I followed her example.

"I thought I'd help you guys - left the weird cat thing to stall," he said. I smiled - with UniKitty in charge, we were in good hands.

"We're good - but thanks," I said.

I looked through the window that Lucy had been looking through earlier. Across the way, I could see Bad Cop - and I could just barely hear him singing "Danny Boy" to himself.

"Okay, wait for my signal," Lucy said. "Good luck."

She turned to leave.

"Wait! Lucy!"

She turned back.

"I guess…" I remembered what Vitruvius had said, about the Piece potentially exploding once it was put on the Kragle. I figured that if it exploded, I would probably go down with it.

"I guess this is goodbye," I said simply.

She shook her head, her hair waving like it had when we had first met. "I don't like goodbyes - they're too final. I like - I like to say 'See you later, alligator.' It's something that -"

She couldn't finish her sentence, but I already knew where she had started saying that.

I smiled and nodded. "See you later, alligator."

She smiled back, but it had a mournful look to it. "After a while, crocodile."

She put her hood on and slid down the ladder.

I looked back at where Lucy had been just two seconds ago. Before, I had been completely committed to putting the Piece on the Kragle, no matter what it meant. Now...I wasn't so sure.

"Alright," I said, my voice shaking. "So, we need to be careful when we get in here - they have auditory sensors all over the place -"

"I read your stupid instructions, Dad," Batman said. "I know what to do - I've had a lot more experience than you."

I couldn't help but notice that he hadn't looked me in the eye when he said that.

I took out my walkie-talkie. "Benny, what's happening with the shield?"

"More if the shield knew what I was saying!" his staticky voice cried. A murmur came from his area, and then he screamed, "WHAT!? Where did you get Where Are My Pants from? I don't even like that show!"

I chuckled and turned off the walkie-talkie, putting it back in my pocket. Across the way, I saw Bad Cop disappear from the controls and Lucy take his place, waving at us frantically.

"But the shield's still up," I observed.

"Then we'll just have to wing it," Batman said. There was a long pause before he said, "That's a bat pun. Because bats have - okay, I'm not explaining the joke. Because then it's not funny."

I couldn't help but giggle a little bit, however, at Batman's ineptness at joke-telling. Yes, bad bat jokes, I thought to myself. No, Danny Boy.

"Let's do this," I said. As cautiously as he could, Batman opened the window and launched his Bat-Grappling Hook (or something of the sort) at a metal bar near the ceiling. We swung down, just barely missing the shield.

"Benny…" I whispered to myself. After a few moments, the lasers finally disappeared, and I jumped from Batman's arms onto the platform.

I walked up to the Kragle, nobody noticing me. The relic was so close - I could feel the power surrounding me, and an almost-magnetic force drawing the Piece to it.

I turned around and bent over, slowly backing up. Any second now, the Piece would click over the top of the Kragle - any second now...

And then, because I have the worst luck of anyone on the planet, I glanced at Lucy to see how she was doing.

She was doing fine - but it was the robot army, led by Bad Cop, that was behind her that I was worried about.

"LUCY!" I shouted - and immediately realized that the plan had gone completely wrong.

Thank you for reading the chapter! This one has a lot of foreshadowing to the big twist, so feel free to guess!

Also, I've recently listened to the musical In the Heights, and is it wrong that I'm picturing Chris Jackson's character as Benny instead of the actual Benny?

Feel free to review, but please no negative reviews or cursing. (And please, NOTHING POLITICAL!) Thanks!