Agent Lucy Wilde

Chapter 1- Lucy's nightmare

Lucy's green eyes flashed open. She couldn't move an inch and couldn't speak as she felt something cold and sharp press against her throat. She directed her eyes upwards to see a dark figure looming above her, holding a knife in his hand. He had a strangely familiar menacing grin on his face. Was it El Macho? No, this guy's face was too thin. It could be Balthazar Bratt but surely she'd be able to see the outline of his mullet and facial hair?

Then it dawned on her. It wasn't a recent villain, it was one who had died years ago. He had chased Lucy and her friend Jake to the ends of the earth, trying to dispose of them. Lucy had mostly stopped thinking about it, but certain things would trigger bad memories of the things they endured.

The villain's name was Drisk.

"Hello Lucy, dear, did you miss me?" Drisk asked pressing the knife down on her neck harder.

Lucy squirmed as hard as she could but the blade wouldn't budge, digging deeper into her flesh.

She looked up and couldn't see Drisk anywhere, despite the knives presence on her neck. She scanned for him in the darkness but couldn't see anything. She couldn't feel anything, except from the pain of the blade cutting her.

Everything began to get darker and blurier before her sight completely cut off. She came to the realization that she was dead.

Lucy's eyes opened in shock as she screamed in terror. She bolted forwards and sat there, panting like a dog.

"Lucy? What is it?!" Gru asked, his eyes wide open, sitting up beside her.

"D...Dr.." Lucy gasped, shaking.

"Calm down, it's alright, I'm here." Gru said, putting his arms around Lucy, feeling her racing heart.

"It was... Drisk...He....He..." She rasped before dissolving into tears.

Gru didn't know much about Lucy's story and what was so traumatic about it as Lucy hated talking about it. Certain things would trigger bad memories for Lucy, such as the feeling of being trapped or restrained.

Lucy and Gru lay in the bed, hugging tightly. Lucy's head was buried in Gru's chest as tears rolled down her face. She would occasionally choke out dry sobs that would make Gru hug her harder.

It seemed like decades to Gru, before the sun finally shone through the curtains. He didn't have a wink of sleep since Lucy's nightmare. He held her in his arms the whole night, looking at her tear stricken face. He couldn't take his mind off her nightmare, he needed to ask her what was wrong, as this wasn't the first time this had occurred. Gru realised Lucy from his arms, waking her up as she hit the mattress.

"Hmmm?" She mumbled, rubbing her eyes.

"Morning, honey." Gru whispered.

"Morning" Lucy sighed back "I'm sorry I woke you last night."

"Don't worry about it. What was that nightmare about anyway?" Gru asked, as Lucy stood up.

"I'd prefer not to say" Lucy muttered, walking towards the closet and taking out a pink dress.

Gru frowned in confusion as he took out his usual wear and put it on.

They didn't say another word to each other until they where outside the kitchen door, about to go in and make the girl's breakfast.

"I'm sorry, I'll talk about it later, I don't really want to talk about it in front of the girls." Lucy said.

"Ok" Gru said, giving her an understanding smile.

"Morning, Gru and Lucy!" The girls chorused as their adoptive parents came into the room.

The girls where sitting round the laid breakfast table, patiently waiting to be served pancakes. Dru was either on a heist with the minions or he was asleep, the couple assumed the latter.