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The Simpsons: Swallowed By Darkness

Chapter I: Dark Tormented Future

A single man trotted down the ruins of what was once a town not long ago to be more exact, he wore a cloak shadowing his face to hid his true identity. The fog was thick, very indeed, everything was hidden to those of the normal vision, but not for this certain mysterious man; to him everything was clear, everything within his sight of his unnatural eyes that weirdly were blazing a dark, positively evil red were clear as if it were fog-less. Rain pounded upon him with no remorse, nor mercy of a matter of fact it was like the heavens thought he deserved this horrific weather; he chuckled darkly at the fact. The wind screamed like a creature in agony which reminded him of his victims; some people said he was 'A murderer, not fit for civilised society or any of a matter of fact.' He had gotten worst insults such as 'Demon' or 'Moster' or 'Evil Basturd' and all who said that normally end up disposed of after their horrific, terrible agony which this man feasted off basically. It was pitch black; the bewitching hour as they said to put in into a simple description it was midnight......

His vengeance was all but complete though, even though he had tortured then exterminated the vermin that said they were human-beings not vermin were so wrong; he only lived to see them die. Many of the population of the town had Evacuated to a 'Safer home' to bad they were not, never ever, not in a thousand years safe from his wrath. He chuckled darkly remembering the time he exterminated the fat-incompetent Police Chief Wiggum with a way of torture most effective....... Burning them........ he chuckled at the memory of his skin turning into nothing but ashes as he screamed in so much agony, but not as much agony as this certain man has lived: When he was ten years of age his beloved family were..... were slaughtered by the mob of disgusting people they killed his baby-sister, they killed his Father, they killed his Mother and younger sister. That was the day his purpose of like changed that was the day his meaning of life changed to REVENGE! KILL THE VERMIN! KILL THEM IN WAY OF AGONY! KILL THEM ALL! that was the day.

When they face him they face their deaths some knew this and were foolish to do so, while others may of not but it didn't matter he fought without mercy, no remorse, his only fought was kill at those battles. He loved to see death claim their ugly souls, he with is own vision could see their souls ripped from their decaying body when he decided to give them any notice at all. He knew he'd probably rot in hell but didn't actually care in anyway. He got a sick delight out of murdering it was a pleasure for his sick, twisted mind. He was darkness..........

It had been exactly fifteen years since that horrible, terrible, dark, nightmare of the day..... He had murdered many, so many he lost count at approximately one-hundred basically. The cold was as always because of his dark presence mercilessly cold. The sound of Thunder that rumbled loudly, so very loudly, battering his ear drums; the cracks of powerful lightning followed suite, lightning as sometimes called cold fire was a favourite elemental sort of thing that he was almost fascinated in, it reminded him of himself: Cold and powerful. The Lightning trying to get at least a small lick at the ground. This Mysterious man liked to call lightning 'The Killing Tongue' he had the power of the elements by he still favoured lightning the second favourite was fire: he used it as a torture power for his victims.

This man here had a cold heart, he honestly chuckled evilly normally when he looked into his victims normally wide eyes; guess what he saw: Pure Horror, Pure Agony, also hate but it was normally clouded by the other two emotions, even sometimes anger but normally that was covered as well. Some decided out of bravery of mostly foolishness to stand against him, but that didn't take long to destroy, actually it was quite easy and fun, seeing them in agony was what his twisted mind entertainment basically. He smirked making his eyes glow redder at the evil memory. As I said before he really, really feasted of the pain of others.

This man here had a cold heart, he honestly chuckled evilly normally when he looked into his victims normally wide eyes; guess what he saw: Pure Horror, Pure Agony, also hate but it was normally clouded by the other two emotions, even sometimes anger but normally that was covered as well. Some decided out of bravery of mostly foolishness to stand against him, but that didn't take long to destroy, actually it was quite easy and fun, seeing them in agony was what his twisted mind entertainment basically. He smirked making his eyes glow redder at the evil memory. As I said before he really, really feasted of the pain of others.

He named himself 'Obscurus' which is actually Latin for Dark One to be precise.... he felt this was suitable because of his Magic in the Arts of Darkness; or as some called them the Arts of Evil, but to him those on his list to kill were not even worthy of living, nor a painless death, to him they were evil; to him the light was evil; to him he felt he was doing justice. This town was basically embarrassing the country it was home to: The United States Of America; USA for short or even shorter is US but this information of the country's name was obvious to someone with half a brain-cell except probably the incompetent, imbecile, embarrassment of the USA or even the whole entire Earth or even Universe: Ralf Wiggum son of deceased Police Chief Clancy Wiggum and also Wiggums wife which unsurprisingly the Man couldn't recollect seeing as normally she sat on her fat-ass and watch the blood Television.

The town he was in only holds bad memories because of the fact that the bad pushed out the good memories. This Mans heart was as cold as ice....... you looked into his eyes and only seemed to see a soulless person. But everyone didn't know that Obscurus was tortured every night by what you may ask? his nightmares; his memories to be more specific. He saw his dead family by now being tortured some of them were burned to death as the twisted crowd laughed in satisfaction. He could hear their screams, screams of agony, he saw his friends murdered because of their friendly relationship with him. He was Ten years of age then, he would have been killed if not for Flanders who saved him in the process of sacrificing himself willingly to do so.

It was also strange to Nelson Muntz he anticipated for the idiot Nelson to flee so he could play 'Cat and mouse' with him. But Nelson was so much more idiotic, incompetent, imbecile then he anticipated. Nelson used to bully Obscurus and the other students at his School but he went by a different name then but sill; he used to beat the crap out of him; he had to admit he was very, very weak at that age; the only menace he caused mostly was silly, idiotic pranks. A smile tugged at his lip at the memory but soon became emotionless once more.

Ralf Wiggum was basically an idiot even into adulthood he was still a bit perhaps loony but this he had courage, wait scratch that it was really foolishness. Ralf was really just a big baby even though the tests didn't say had a disorders, still Obscurus suspected that he actually had, that they missed something he knew he was wrong; Ralf was just really stupid basically, I mean absolutely an incompetent, unintelligent, annoying, fat, baby. He laughed at the fought of Ralf. I his hay-days he prank-ed Raft many times, so many times.... He chuckled evilly again almost like a cackle.

Professor Frink was an intelligent nerd, he though he was sensible but by the fact that joined up against Obscurus he labelled now a foolish, ugly, person that for all Obscurus cared could rot and burn in Hell though he thought that of all who were on his list. People called his list names such as 'the List of Death' or 'the Reapers List' those were the most commonly used names but some people decided to call them other things. Professor Fink was actually clumsy and annoying at the same time. Obscurus thought he was smarter then this but alas he was positively wrong.

He crept towards the old, once forgotten house, the house he once lived in, on this property his entire family were murdered by murderers including his evil, ugle, fat Aunts and traitorous Grandfather had helped try to kill them. Murder his beloved parents and sisters he just wished he could off said something like 'I love you all' to his family or 'your the best family ever' before the terrible torturous execution of his family; his soul fell into the clutches of death that exact day of horror. But instead of remembering now he had to get back to the present; he had a mission. He had to get there quickly, they were planning something big this time; even though he didn't know what he could sense it was big he could even smell it.

The was once as he remembered it a vibrant pink which was for this man disgusting but also it when he last remember was in a nice, clean, you could not say perfect because that was impossible with this house even in its prime. He vowed never to set a single foot in this house, the very house he once lived in, until it he was ten years of age. He sometime wondered what happened to his favourite dog but suspected the people killed it for entertainment while they also killed his family. "And they call me a Monster" he whispered to himself and himself alone as he open the door slowly not to cause any particular sound.

He crept in moving his eyes side to side in anticipation of being attack in anyway possible. "Were are they?" he whispered within his mind. He saw somethings that brought his pain to the surface, the pictures of his family. He always knew his Fathers stupidity would ruin part of his life but this he didn't expect this to happen. He partly blamed his Father but more or less he blame himself for not being powerful enough, not being able to save him; Any way it wasn't his dads entire fault he was stupid even though accidentally place the object the made him an imbecile into his brain, guess what? it was crayon.

His Mother who was caring, intelligent and kind only wanting the best for her family. He always wondered why she ended up with his Father well it was basically because of a culprit called 'love' yes it is surprisingly true. She was normally home trying as she said 'to make this house spic and span' which meant she was cleaning the house. She tried the best she could to make her family happy. He guess that he should have spent time with her and his family instead of his once friend Millhouse and playing idiotic pranks. He guessed 'you don't really miss something until it's gone' was absolutely, a hundred percent correct.

His dear sister was an intelligent book-worm, he spent most time tormenting her for his fun. She played music on a piece of instrument that for all these had forgotten quickly he could only remember it was kind of gold. He was often jealous at her normally superior intellect so he pranked her because that was the only thing he was good at then. He remembered her and his other sister but not as well as his Father and Mother, his father probably because of his Father impact on his by violent actions like strangling......

Then something got him out of his thoughts and that was some voices of what appeared to be of his targets to kill basically. He was going to kill them as he believed they rightly deserved but he was going to make it as painful as possible..... He silently crept down the empty, cold, dark old corridor passing the old ugly ruined stairs towards the only source of light: the Kitchen actually; well he thought that seeing wasn't particularly sure seeing as he hadn't been here in fifteen years. He sure to make it more painful then normal because of the fact they were making him relive painful memories by being here.

He was nearly around two metres from the door trying to ignore the pictures of the happy days, he crept in to see in five seconds the contents of this old, rusty Kitchen. It was a strange machine that being operated by Frink as while two people stood in each tube. He recognized the first one first the one that mad his heart shatter into a million pieces once when he was a ten year old boy. Jessica Lovejoy; she was far more beautiful then he remembered but that was expected seeing as it had been fifteen years and hadn't yet got the chance to rearrange her pretty face. Her hair was jet black the length was long only stopping at her back in a ribbon so it didn't get in her face. She was beautiful and he had to ignore it and then easily succeeded seeing as of his emotional training.

Then they suddenly disappear from the tubs in what seemed like a puff of smoke and electricity which was strange even for this time. "Is it a transported?" his question was soon proved wrong as he saw what they had named it: The Time Machine. "Very uncreative name" he thought with a dark smirk also a bit of amusement; Well that was besides the actual point he at least knew what the machine was. Then a thought occurred to him quickly. "Why need a time machine? Unless they were going to destroy me when I'm a weak child! They play dirty. I have to stop them!" He basically shouted within his head.

As quick as a flashed he grabbed Frink by the collar. "Were are they going?!" he shouted in anger; he new they wanted to destroy him when weak but didn't know when they'd turn up. He so angry that they'd dare go back he was going to make them feel more pain then before. Knowing Frink to be a nerdy coward he knew his answer to come soon, so soon, he had to be just patient that was actually harder then he though. Frink by now was cowering, shaking uncontrollable, he was scared to death at what was happening. He looked into Frinks eyes that showed pure fear so much fear, he was so horrified and Obscurus feasted off it.

As quick as a flashed he grabbed Frink by the collar. "Were are they going?!" he shouted in anger; he new they wanted to destroy him when weak but didn't know when they'd turn up. He so angry that they'd dare go back he was going to make them feel more pain then before. Knowing Frink to be a nerdy coward he knew his answer to come soon, so soon, he had to be just patient that was actually harder then he though. Frink by now was cowering, shaking uncontrollable, he was scared to death at what was happening. He looked into Frinks eyes that showed pure fear so much fear, he was so horrified and Obscurus feasted off it.

Finally after around a minute Frink actually answered out of his own cowardness hoping to be spared for this useful information. "They-they w-went t-to 19-99 Sum-m-mer, J-June 13th 15:30" Frink stuttered in fear at the taller stronger, dark, evil, cold-hearted man, no monster that was Obscurus. Even though Frink stuttered horrendously he could still decipher it perfectly. 'They went to 1999 Summer, June 13th 15:30.' Seeing of the Frinks uselessness he burned Frink to ashed, there were still echoes of his agonised screams.

Unlike everyone else Obscurus could bend time itself making him be able to time travel to the future or past. I liked this power but normally preferred to be in his own time instead of going to the past seeing painful things about him happen, he din't normally interfere with the past of future unless he had to and he definitely had to to save himself he had to make sure he didn't get destroyed in the past or never discover his amazing and dark powers; it that happened...... he shuddered at the thought of it. He prepared himself for his time travel and then with a flash of a swirly mass of black he was gone..... He just disappeared suddenly......

"They can run but I'll kill them......."

The Game of 'Cat & Mouse' begins........

Authors Notes: I do hope you like the first Chapter on my story, I worked hard on it to make it as I believe at least good enough...... Please Review I would like to see what you think of this......