I had a brief moment of motivation for this, and so I wrote this in a day whilst it was still alive.

Things get serious now. I mean, really serious. Not everything is part of a dream world for the Gru family.

I also have done a chapter re-name.

Chapter 5: Murderer

Discontent is the first step in the progress of a man or a nation.

"Class, today we are going to learn about stealth. A stealth kit has been provided and is under your desks."

I look at my teacher with much interest; did she really just say stealth? Oh, wait... that'll mean we will have to steal a walnut from someone's pack-lunch box, knowing this idiot of a teacher.

Despite her reputation, though, one of my friends says, "Cool." Her name is Abby, and I know I'll have to teach her some remembrance skills one day.

Luckily for Abby, she is at the back of the classroom. I have only just took notice of the layout: 3 rows of 5 seats. I am at the front, sitting in the left-hand row. Our class is for the "deviant" students, otherwise known as "the ones that are too free-thinking for anyone's liking", which explains why it is the smallest, totalling just 15 students when everyone is present. Many people do independent lessons, which were usually better than these ones.

And the lack of people is perfect.

"Go to the changing rooms, get ready, and class 7Y will give you a briefing."

The teacher – Miss Sweeny – taps the blackboard. On it, a word that says BEGIN is written in block capitals. She does that when she can't be bothered to try and teach us, but because of the word stealth, everyone is eerily quiet. Really? Am I the only one that can see past the cover story? Man, everyone is thick. That's what Dad called a zombified Vector when he came after us. He told us that it meant stupid. I say it a lot now.

Heh, that day was more funny than scary. Margo said I was strange.

Oh, yeah, 7Y is Margo's class. Maybe she'll give me a harder mission. Hang on... Margo + Stealth Possibility's = Stealing a walnut. Poop...

Oh, where is everyone?

I run out of the door, almost forgetting the stealth box, and catch up to the others. Someone who shows interest in me – a guy named David – nudges me. I don't like him much, so I tend to ignore him.

"This'll be fun, eh? Hey, if it is a team mission, can I be part of yours?" I roll my eyes, and he notices. "C'mon, it'll be a laugh. You do know my dad is Dr. Evil, right?"

Just as I turn for the girls' changing room, I look at him, eyes blazing, "Yeah, but mine is Gru."

Everyone seems to flinch when I mention my father's name. Yes, I see Gru as my true father now. I never think about my birth parents anymore. I realised about two days ago the black car I kept seeing in my dreams with a teddy bear in it was my mothers. It always does a demonic laugh each time I get close, and flies up before disappearing. I remember now.

"Yeah, sure, Edith. Whatever you say."

Everyone is silent whilst we get changed, and even during the walk to 7Y. When we arrive, Margo greets us, "Ah, so this is 6H. Come inside, and we'll get you sorted," she turns, but notices my beanie still firmly above my head. It isn't stealthy, I know, but I can't let go of it yet. She mutters, "Yeah... stealthy Edith."

We pile in, and see only two other people. I recognize them as Bill and Lauren. They are leaning on two desks, jotting down notes. Margo calls to them in the longest speech ever!

"Bill, Lauren! New intake arriving! A... ten... shun!" They stand to attention. Not even Margo would do this, so I put it down to it being an assessment of leadership.

"Now, you may be wondering who these people are. Their past doesn't matter, or who they are. For all you know, they are as much of an ally as me or your parents. We will be working with them until further notice, and so get to know them, and brief them on objectives you deem suitable for their chosen squads."

My mind is drifting by now. I look out of the window and wonder how I'd react if Gru came crashing in with a freeze ray and my missile launcher. I miss the rest of the speech... and beyond.

"Edith! Miss Gru! Miss Edith Gru! Listen, you little muppet!"

I look up and see Mrs Johnson looking down at me. Without thinking, I say, "Shut it!" I look back out of the window.

"That's it! Detention! No... even better. You miss your chosen assignment of..." I look up again to see her looking at Margo. She nods, then finishes with, "Stealing the test results of the school!"

Present day

"I'll skip to the revenge part, shall I?" I say.

One of them looks at me with a sad expression, "This one isn't funny, is it? You are being serious."

"I aged. I changed. A lot more than I like..." I stopped short of mentioning that fateful night where my life changed forever. It happened after the revenge, but I still regret my actions. I look at my hands; the scars are forever present. Everyone tries to forget, but at night, when I close my eyes, I see it all over again, "Can I move on?"

Yes, all of these events have some truth in them. I am removing the boring parts, as well as the terrible parts. They all document my journey to two events; one being the robbery of the vault, the other being the night of Protocol 115X, also known as Operation Run Of Thunder.

One of the Council readjusts his seating position and says, "Go ahead."

Where the heck is Margo? "I need her now!" I say aloud.

"Edith, are you okay?"

I can't control myself. My arms feel like someone else's, and my mouth wont shut up, "No! No no no! Not now!" I see it all over again; the pain, the misery. The loss of hope, the discontent. "Step away from us! It's my fault!"

"Dave, inject her."

Everything goes black.

I awake in the chair, and everyone is looking at me. "Lets get down to business," says one of them, "Tell us about the illusion you were having."

Reluctant, I say, "No."

"Do it, or you are removed from our world right now. No exceptions, no rule bending, no working from the sidelines."

I need this job, so I begin, "Okay. I was sixteen, and someone didn't like us that much. One of our past scams had attracted some unwanted attention. Gru, Agnes, Margo and I had to defend our house. But we lost contact with Margo. Gru activates panel 115, and selects Protocol 115X. It... it..." I trail off, struggling and sweating, "It gassed the house, except from the lab. We thought Margo had evacuated but no... she was in the house. I was the one... who found her..." I cry, "And I could've stopped Dad. I was a grown girl then..."

Over my sobs, someone says, "But how is she alive now?"

I swiftly turn my head, getting angry, "Because my family is the smartest and most skilled ever. We revived her through a complex healing process. We first froze her body to preserve it, and then we replaced the destroyed organs. The lungs, heart and some veins and artery's were replaced. A mixture that I created was then administered into her brain and heart, which made them work again. And that's it."

"I assume she knows."

"NO!" I scream, "SHE DOESN'T! That is why it is so painful. She thinks it was a dream, and she'll die not knowing she already had!" I let my head fall onto the table, "She deserves better for helping me through every problem life threw at me! Not even Dad has done as much as Margo has for me!" I make my voice even louder, "I let her die! I know I did. It was me! I initiated Protocol 115X! Okay? I didn't double check to see if she was still up there, did I? I did not! I didn't stop and think, Hey, we can win this, did I? No! How can you love a monster like me? And after I touched my potion... I hear voices! They are in my head, and they never leave me! They taunt me, saying I am a murderer! And I am! They are right! Just because she is alive doesn't mean I ain't, does it?"

"Is... is this true, sis?" says Margo's voice.

I turn around sharply. There she is, standing at the door, looking upset and betrayed, "Yeah... yeah it is." Well, I have nothing to hide now. "It is..."

I had a sudden idea whilst playing Gran Turismo 5. I got angry at myself for not pitting in, which lost me a four hour endurance race. So I altered the intended story-line a bit, using my own anger. I just made it a little bit more intense for Edith. Well, a lot, actually, but...