Once again, I love you all. Especially you, once again, Alice. :)

You just keep making my day with your reviews, especially with that latest one. ;) "Whoa, I guess I really do have to steal the Statue of Liberty now!" God damn, I laughed so hard! XD

Sausage fingers also made me laugh when I read over the whole thing. :3

Disclaimer time. *Sigh again*

I do not own Despicable Me or Bioshock. They belong to their rightful owners and creators. I only own Big Sister and maybe future OCs that I may neglect.

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She wasn't Saying

She pretty much skipped out of the whole bank and into the bathroom that led into it and past the sleeping teller in at the front. She almost laughed at his face as he slept with his head in his hand.

The bell above the door ringed as she opened the door to go through and quickly shut it behind her, not wanting it to create the loud bang doors normally made when you let them shut themselves. She never liked it.

Her blue Toyota Prius sat waiting patiently on the curb in front of the store for her to continue driving. Everyone she knew on the surface constantly made fun of her for having a Prius, but she didn't mind at all. They could laugh all they wanted, but she loved this thing like it was her life, considering blue was Eleanor's favorite color.

She walked around the passenger side, past the front of the car, and onto the driver's side, where she unlocked the door with her key manually and got in, the metal bits of armor scraping together in slight protest.

The car came on in an instant once she turned her key all the way, humming away like it always did, relaxing its driver. She sighed. Some dumb shit had parked too close behind her and the man who parked in front of her parked a little too close.

With the caution of a surgeon during brain surgery, she pulled forward just a tad, turned a bit, backed up, and repeated the process until she was successfully out of the car trap. She knew she messed up after about the fifth process, she had bumped the car in front of her just a tad, not very noticeable, but she still did. She sighed. She hated this part of the day.

She had been driving for about 15 minutes, bravely facing the terrible music on the radio when she came to a stop light. She immediately whipped out her iPod and linked it to the stereo system to listen to her favorite songs. Her number one favorite came on first, just like she left it when she turned it off before she went into the meeting.

If I could look across the country, From California to New Jersey,

Then I would count the parks and lake resorts,

And number all the jets and airports,

All those rather dreary rain clouds still bother me,

Cause I look through the camera eyepiece and cannot see.

If I could open up my window, And see from Tampa Bay to Juneau,

Then I would survey all those open miles, And line them up in single file.

Everywhere I look I see green scenic sublime,

And all those oceanic vistas are so divine.

If I was standing on the balcony, And you were walking down below,

I'd feel rather depressed and out of place, And lonely just to watch you go.

If you were swinging from the highway overpass, Within the western hemisphere,

I'd feel rather afraid and insincere, If you began to disappear.

If I was walking through a sad art gallery, And you were driving through the night,

I'd feel rather alone and ill at ease, Beneath the brilliant showroom light.

If I was flying on a plane above your town, And you were gazing at the sky,

Somehow I'd feel intact and reassured, If you began to wave goodbye.

This, ultimately, was her favorite song, Fuzzy Blue Lights by Owl City. For some odd reason, it kinda reminded her of Eleanor. She sighed and shook her head, continuing driving and focusing on the asphalt ahead of her to get to her rural home.

Another five minutes went by when another one of her favorite songs came on.

Hold it together, birds of a feather, Nothing but lies and crooked wings,

I have the answer, spreading the cancer, You are the faith inside me.

No, don't, Leave me to die here, Help me survive here.

Alone, Don't remember, remember.

Put me to sleep, Evil Angel, Open your wings, Evil Angel, A-ah.

I'm a believer, Nothing could be worse, All these imaginary friends,

Hiding betrayal, Driving the nail, Hoping to find a savior.

No, don't, Leave me to die here, Help me survive here,

Alone, don't, surrender, surrender.

Put me to sleep, Evil Angel, Open your wings, Evil Angel, Oh.

Fly over me, Evil Angel, Why can't I breathe, Evil Angel?

Put me to sleep, Evil Angel, Open your wings, Evil Angel, Oh.

Fly over me, Evil Angel, Why can't I breathe, Evil Angel?

Evil Angel by Breaking Benjamin just vaguely reminded her of the darkly dressed man, Gru. He didn't seem evil, but then again, Big Sister didn't seem evil either, but look at what she was going to do. She sighed as The Last Three Letters by Alesana came on.

Was this all a lie?

The male singer cooed gently from her iPod. She was at the stoplight right by her three bedroom, two bathroom home. The reason she had a three bedroom home was because she never expected when Eleanor was going to successfully convince their mother to let her come visit Big Sister.

Probably never.

Their mother was a very strict woman, constantly latching a hold on her daughters personal lives. Big Sister had just barely managed to escape her mother, but as stated, had to leave Eleanor with her. To be honest, she felt guilty about leaving Eleanor with their ever controlling mother, but it was to be expected.

She pulled into the driveway smoothly and gave herself a mental pat on the back. Normally, she would get into the driveway crooked since from the stoplight she had to take a sharp right, but she nailed it sometimes. She turned off her car, got her iPod, and stepped out into the afternoon sun, making her armor feel like weights more than protection.

She entered the code to unlock her front door, knowing if she had to use a key should would next to never get in ever again, and shut the wooden door behind her as she stepped into the air conditioned living room.

At the sound of the door opening and closing, her two cats and puppy came running to greet her. Her puppy was a Bloodhound and had adopted him from a pound after being found as a stray. He was only 4 months old at the time, but by now he was half a year and was aptly named Droopy. The eyes never failed to make her heart skip.

Her two cats were a bit older than her dog. Jinx, her tabby cat, was now a year old, and was barely a foot and a half long from the tip of her nose to the tip of her tail. Her more outgoing guy friends nicknamed her Mini-Kitty, with her being so small. The nickname stuck.

Then there was the oldest of the cats, her Russian Blue, Lewis. She at times hated that cat but loved him for oddity anyway. At three in the morning, he was pretty much the loudest thing she had ever encountered, with his meows right next to her ear while she was trying to sleep. He would jump onto her bed and lay on the pillow, face her head, and meow as long and loud as it took for her to give him attention, which was normally either her ending up petting him until he was satisfied or her picking him up with one hand and tossing him over the side of the bed, which normally ended up with him hauling ass out of her room.

They were good pets. Really, they were. She bent down on one knee and picked each one up individually, kissed them on their forehead (Which, with Droopy, she got a kiss back on the nose), and got up to go to her room to change out of her armor.

Her room was located in a short hallway just to the right of the front door. At the end of the hallway, right in front of you was the small bathroom, to the left was a bedroom with a small window overlooking the neighbors backyard and to the right was her room, which held a huge window that overlooked the front yard. She hated her room during the summer, however, and kept out of it during the day unless she needed to, which she needed it now.

Getting her armor off was a feat in itself in some situations, like when you're intensely wet from swimming or in extreme heat or cold. She never thought her choice of room through when she first got the house. She knew having a big window during the winter was good because it soaked up heat from the sun, but she didn't think of it doing it during the summer. In the summer, it was hell in her own home, although at night it was always cool enough to bear.

She delicately unlatched her spear gun off of her right forearm and did the same with her needle on her left. Her hands now free from their weights, she was able to get to the many buttons, zippers, and latches that were located all along her suit.

A couple of minutes went by when she finally got out of the suit, only to be in her tank top and undies. She turned to her dresser and bent down to the bottom of the three drawers and opened it, showing her nothing was in there but pants of all kinds. Remarkably, she even had a skirt or two in there. One she wore to a funeral and one she wore to a fancy party she was forced to go to back in Rapture.

She dug around for a few seconds when she finally found her favorite pair of shorts. They were khaki in color, but not in style. In style, they were slightly baggy and reached near her knees, but closed up around her waist, to ensure her that they would never fall too far below for someone to give her a wedgie.

She didn't bother looking for a shirt, she was just fine with her tanktop. She reached into the pack on the side of the suit that was now laying on her bed (After being tossed carelessly onto it), and retrieved her iPod and headphones. She laid the headphones in a little box and latched said box shut so the cats wouldn't play with them (Lord knew the cats had enough toys), and put her iPod into her speakers that were connected to her computer in the room.

This computer was meant only for plans and research for her plans. It was also used for contacts in case she was hired to take someone out and for personal mail from Eleanor or her mother. Maybe even her old friends, Sander Cohen and Kyle Fitzpatrick, both artists of music, only Sander was in artist in everything. She rolled her eyes at the thought of Sander. He was mad at times, yes, but at other times was genuinely sane, but all the time was a creator of masterpieces. Kyle was one of his "Disciples" or apprentices. More than once, Sander offered her a place among them whenever she visited, but always declined, reminding him of her job to protect the Little Sisters.

She pressed play on the small remote that controlled the sound to the computer and the iPod sprang to life with music once more. Better Than Me by Hinder came on.

"Oh, no you don't." She muttered angrily to the iPod. She didn't like this song and had no idea why she left the damn thing on there. She pressed the Skip button until she came upon a song she wanted to hear, Believe Me I'm Lying by Forever the Sickest Kids.

She turned the speakers loud with the thin remote and walked out of her steaming room once she set it down. As always, she noticed a temperature change between her room and the rest of the house. She walked into the living room where Droopy was waiting for her to pick him up and tell him how much she loved him, which she did. Droopy's thin, small tail wagged its way into a blur as she pressed her face close to his and started telling him how much she loved the sad-eyed dog. Lewis lay on top of the couch nearby, and if the old 3 year old cat could, it would scoff and roll its eyes. Jinx, as always, was nowhere to be seen.

After turning on her T.V., she walked around the coffee table and onto the brown couch that accented with the white carpet and tan walls, with Droopy following jumping on as well and laying in her lap as she stretched her legs onto the coffee table. She scratched the pup's ears as she ignored the T.V. and thought about the two men she met that day.

Gru and Vector seemed to be absolute polar opposites. Where Gru seemed dark and a little mysterious, Vector was bright and pretty damn obvious. Where Gru was quiet, Vector was loud. Where Gru thought, Vector acted. She rolled her eyes. Polar opposites in the same place. What a coincidence.

She kinda liked Gru, now that she thought about it. He didn't snap at her when she snapped at Vector, but calmly spoke to her. He seemed to be thoughtful when he didn't talk. She wasn't saying that the Russian accent definitely got to her when he spoke to her. She wasn't saying she loved the blue eyes. She wasn't saying she wanted to steal his scarf and wrap it around her neck and smell it. She wasn't saying any of it.

She wasn't saying she was looking for a relationship.

DAMN! This is the longest chapter I have ever written, EVER.

My fingers hurt. :'(

Reviews would be muchly appreciated, since I started typing at almost 2 in the morning and submitted the thing at almost 4. D:

Fucking sleeping cycle. I screwed it all up.

Anywho, the rule still applies!

SYDNEY WANTS REVIEWS! :D