169Hey all! I wasn't going to start another story until I finished my first one, but I watched Despicable Me 2, and all of a sudden this little thing appeared on my phone. It's rated T mostly because the bad guy is kind of a pervert. I don't know why; it just seemed to fit with the story. So without further ado, and with a last 'I don't own anything', I give you, FAMILY TROUBLE! *ta daaaa*
Lucy sat on her legs on the couch. Her hair was up in its usual bun and she was wearing simple jeans with a light blue top; that was Gru's favorite color on her. She was braiding Agnes' hair while her other two daughters were in their room upstairs. Lucy never got tired of saying things like that. Her daughters. Her family. Her husband. Her Gru. Mmmm, Gru. How she loved him!
Lucy had only been married for three months, but she had never been happier. Everything was perfect. Right now, Gru was working in his underground lab on a surprise for Edith's birthday.
"Thanks for doing my hair, momma," Agnes said. Her voice melted Lucy's heart. "You're welcome, Sweetie. I love you so much!" And she did. Lucy had merged perfectly with this little family, and she felt like she had been here for years.
Just as she tied off Agnes' braid, the doorbell rang. "I got it, Honey!" She shouted, knowing Gru could hear her. He had installed an audio system a few weeks ago so that nothing could happen while he was down in the lab without him knowing about it. Lucy thought it was adorable how protective he was, and to be honest, she really, really, liked it. The only flaw in the machine was how loud you had to speak for the system to pick you up, but they were working on that.
Lucy set Agnes on the ground. "Why don't you go show your sisters your hair?" She suggested. The little girl grinned and ran off, clutching her stuffed unicorn. Lucy had quickly learned that it was the first thing Gru had ever bought her, and Agnes treated it like it was made of gold.
Lucy beamed at her youngest, then stood up to answer the door. She yawned as she walked; she had been unusually tired lately. When she opened the door, she was surprised to see a strange man with shaggy brown hair and wearing a hooded sweatshirt standing outside. His square glasses looked somewhat familiar, but Lucy dismissed it. He looked angry.
The man seemed surprised to see her, but Lucy kept the door protectively between them. "Who are you?" She asked suspiciously. The man sputtered. "Who are you?" He replied. "Um, I kinda live here," Lucy said sarcastically. The man frowned. "No you don't. This is Gru's house. And he didn't move out, because that's his car. So what are you doing in his house? Are you his maid or something?"
Lucy stepped out from behind the door, feeling relieved. He obviously knew Gru, and any friend of Gru's was a friend of her's. She smiled sweetly at him. "Oh, no, I'm not his maid. Where have you been for the past year? I'm his wife!"
If Lucy thought the man was surprised before, he was about to have a heart attack now. "Wife?!" He screeched, leaning on the porch railing. "Last time I saw him, he had barely decided to keep those brats! I guess he traded up, huh?" Lucy did not like the way this conversation was going, or the way this creep was eyeing her. Maybe he wasn't Gru's friend after all.
But she couldn't let him talk that way about her kids! "Now you listen here," she warned, "I don't care what you say about me, but never, never, insult my family." Lucy poked his chest for dramatic effect. However, she realized she might have made a mistake when he simply stared at her hand touching him. Luckily, Gru saved her. Sort of.
"Lucy, who is it?" He called over the audio. She backed away from the man and turned slightly toward the house. "Some guy who says he knows you, Gru. He says his name is... hold on." She turned back. "What did you say your name was again?" The guy smiled, but it sent a shiver up her spine. Yup, she was officially glad Gru was home and listening.
"Lucy, huh? I'm Vector," he said quietly. Lucy opened her mouth to relay the name to Gru when she froze. She knew that name. She had read his files after he had stolen the Pyramid of Giza. Gru had also told her what happened during their fight to see who was the better villain. Too late, Lucy remembered where she had seen those glasses before.
Suddenly, Vector grabbed her waist from behind. All she could manage was a muffled scream before he clamped a hand over her mouth, but she knew it hadn't been nearly loud enough to save her. Vector pushed a handgun against her side and she stiffened as he whispered in her ear. "Come quietly, or I'll send a nice robot to play with your brats while Gru's not here. I only have to give the voice command and it'll be on its way in seconds." Lucy knew he was probably bluffing, but she would never take that chance. If there was one thing she learned from Gru's story, it was that this guy had enough money to make anything, including a deadly metal robot.
Lucy could hear Gru calling to her as Vector dragged her, without opposition, to a discreet black van down the street, and it broke her heart. He wouldn't get upstairs in time to save her; his lab was too far underground. Somehow, none of the neighbors noticed Lucy being carried away by a psycho. Why was that annoying Jillian never around when you actually wanted her?
When they reached the van, Vector spoke again. "Okay. I'm going to let go of your mouth, but remember what I said about the robot." Lucy nodded slowly, and Vector did as promised, tightening his hold on her waist as he did so. It made her sick to be so close to him, pressed up against this twisted kidnapper. What kind of coward targets his enemy's family?
Vector unlocked his van and tossed Lucy in, climbing in right after her. He kept the gun trained on her as he picked up a bundle of rope and tied her hands behind her back, then her ankles. Finally, he tied her hands to her feet so that she had to arch her back to lessen the pressure from the bindings.
Vector jumped out of the van, and as he shut the doors, he looked her over once again. Lucy felt defenseless and exposed in her current position. "Well, Gru's a poor excuse for a villain, and his inventions are lame, but I'll give him this. He has excellent taste."
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