Finally, I have enough ideas for this to stand by itself. Just so there is no confusion, this is merely a one-shot, maybe a two-shot. The sequel is "Simpsons: the ultimate enemy" I don't mean to consider anyone stupid, but I wanted to clear that up. Now I may as well get on with the story.

Bart ran back to the woods, injured from yet another attempt by the townspeople to kill him. He didn't know where he was, nor did he particularly care. As long as he could find a decent place to sleep, that was fine with him.

He looked at the dome that cut them off from the rest of the world. "I've had enough; I've had enough." Bart sobbed. The sight of his family being tortured and killed never left his mind, not even for a moment. It kept him from feeling much of anything else, even the cold due to his torn clothing.

After his bout with sadness, Bart wanted revenge. He was tired of having to run all the time, of constantly looking over his shoulder. Bart grabbed the knife he had acquired a few days previously, and held it close to him. After all, he still had to catch food to survive.

As always when he slept, the slightest noise shook him awake, a habit due to being hunted for so long. What is wrong with me? Bart thought. I'm going to need a sweater if I want to continue to survive out here. He gulped at the thought of it. He was easily recognizable to anyone with a brain, due to the fact his clothes were little more than ribbons and he had lost a good deal of weight.

Still, he would have to take the risk. Slowly, he walked towards the town, keeping his knife with him at all costs. It took him almost an hour to find a clothing store. "Maybe I can find some food since I'm here." He told himself. Supplies were running low, he knew, but he would be able to find something.

He walked into the mall without anyone noticing him. It was surprising, but not unwelcome. Most people were going about their business, not paying any attention. Bart dived inside a clothing store, trying to find something to steal. Shit, they have cameras. Bart realized. I may have to sprint out of here. Staying low, he grabbed two sweatshirts and a pair of jeans. Quickly, he put them on, thankful that the cashier wasn't paying attention.

Careful to rip off the electronic devices that warned everyone if he was shoplifting, Bart hurriedly got out of the store and accidentally rammed into someone. "Watch it, you stupid kid!" Agnes Skinner snarled. "Wait, you look familiar." Bart froze, over a dozen scenarios running in his mind. To his great relief, she walked off in a huff.

He had just about made it to the door when someone shouted: "Hey, that's Bart Simpson!" The crowd gasped and quickly formed a mob. "Seal all the exits!" People were running around, checking every store. Bart froze, unable to decide whether to run or try to blend in.

"It's Bart; here he is!" Helen Lovejoy screamed, pointing towards him. Over a dozen people approached him, carrying weapons.

"Move it; I'm a police officer!" Wiggum exclaimed while he, Eddie, and Lou made their way towards him. Wiggum pointed his gun, while his fellow officers took out their nightsticks.

"Want me to break his legs, Chief?" Eddie chuckled.

"I'll crack his head open." Lou suggested. "After what his family did to us, it's what they deserve."

Normally, Bart would be running in terror, desperate to get away. This time, though, he was too furious for reason to override it. "Try me, assholes." He hissed dangerously, taking out his knife. Apu charged towards him, punching him in the nose.

Despite the fact blood was pouring onto his chest, Bart was not about to back down. He stabbed Apu in the stomach, hearing a scream of pain. He could barely admit it to himself, but he actually enjoyed it. Apu crawled away as best he could.

4 more people came towards him, but cautiously. The others were forming a circle to ensure that he would not escape again. "Hold on, boys; I'll take care of this." Bart saw Fat Tony putting brass knuckles on his hands and walked towards Bart.

Bart raised his knife in challenge and awaited his first move. Fat Tony punched him across the jaw, knocking him to the ground. He kicked him in the side repeatedly, while Bart curled up into a ball.

Strangely enough, while he felt a great deal of pain, Bart's fury overrode it. He swung his knife, catching Fat Tony in the thigh. He groaned and stepped back, but did not let anyone else continue the fighting for him. Fat Tony limped towards Bart, who managed to give him a minor cut on the stomach. He pressed his advantage, forcing his adversary to use his injured leg.

But Fat Tony was an experienced fighter, and he flipped Bart around with ease and sat on him. He punched the boy again and again, blood spattering his shirt. "Papa, do you really need to do that?" his son asked. Bart couldn't help but feel a bit grateful for him.

"Michael, I am giving him what he deserves." Fat Tony replied.

Bart struggled with renewed strength. What I deserve? How could I possibly deserve this?! I wish the entire town would burn to the ground! He slowly got his legs free of him and stabbed him in the ribs. Bart did not have the strength to make it a fatal blow, but Fat Tony limped away, while his men tended to him.

Enlightened as he was through his victory, Bart knew it was pointless. At least 50 people surrounded him, and he was in bad shape. This time, there was no escape from them. He felt pain in his ribs and stomach, briefly wondering if he had ruptured something. It doesn't matter at this point. Bart was using all his strength just to stay upright. I don't really want to live, anyway, not if the rest of my life will turn out to be like this.

Suddenly, there was an explosion. A huge cloud of smoke followed. Bart felt himself being dragged, but couldn't muster the strength to resist. Why did it matter anymore? What more could these people do to him?

"I'm glad we got you out of there." A voice sighed with relief. "I wasn't sure if it was going to work." He opened his eyes and saw Rod and Todd, who were both panting with the effort of dragging him.

"I don't know what we can do for you." Todd declared worriedly. "I guess it's up to God whether you pull through or not. At least we brought you some food."

God?! What the hell has he done for me? Bart thought furiously. If he actually gave a fuck, I wouldn't be here and my family would still be alive! He managed to keep his mouth shut, though; at least they were helping him. Or are they? This could be another trap. I wouldn't put it past them anymore.

Bart took the food and limped away. He moved at a very slow pace, eating what was given to him greedily. Under normal circumstances, he wouldn't have touched at least half the food, but now he was too desperate to care.

Not 10 seconds after he was finished, he was grabbed from behind. "Got you, kid!" Krusty the clown laughed. Bart was too weak and injured to put up much of a struggle, but his rage went up another notch. "Good thing I was going hunting!"

Bart closed his eyes, trying to escape and wincing as he did so. Just as he was about to give up, he found that his right hand was glowing. Grinning, he faced Krusty and fired the energy. He fell back onto the ground, releasing Bart. I should run, but I'm not allowing him to go unpunished. He took out his knife and faced him.

Krusty was not the type that fought, though, and ran with his tail between his legs. Bart crawled away, leaving a trail of blood behind him. He moved ever-so-slowly, getting weaker and weaker. It wasn't long before he fell unconscious.

Bart slowly woke up, surprised to see himself alive. He looked at his body and saw that he was in much better condition than before. True, it looked like it had been at least a week, but to be able to heal that fast… it was astonishing. "Fuck, I need some food." He managed to gasp out.

He searched through the woods, and saw a squirrel. True, Bart knew he could sneak up on it and kill it with his knife, but now he had an easier method. He concentrated hard and eventually, energy came out of his hand. He shot the squirrel, breaking its back. It was unable to move, but still tried to get away. Bart finished it off with his knife, and ate it raw. Not something I normally do, but I'm too hungry to care. He was still hungry, but it was not tearing at him as it had.

Bart wiped the blood of his face as best he could, and lied down. As he so often did, his mind wandered to his family. Even though it had been close to three months, he still cried. "Mob mentality, as my sister would say." Bart muttered, trying to keep himself together. Neither of his parents had ever approved of him crying, which he remembered vividly even in a situation like this.

Try as he might to deny it, he actually enjoyed causing his former idol pain. He grinned at his scream of pain and surprise. Bart knew it was wrong to do so, but he cared about that less and less. "I actually hope he comes at me again." Bart declared with a feral smile. "He won't escape me again."

He briefly wondered what his family would say if they knew his thoughts. Marge and Lisa would probably scold him, Lisa giving him a bunch of stupid quotes from famous dudes, while Homer would encourage him to kick someone's ass. "Is this what I'm reduced to?" He asked himself. "Trapped in the woods and in my memories for the rest of my life?"

Trying to distract himself, he decided to hunt for something else. The squirrel had helped, but it was far from enough. Bart got up and looked around carefully, not wanting to startle any potential. This time, he got lucky; there was a deer not 100 yards away from him.

"Am I really powerful enough to take this thing out?" Bart wondered. He cautiously moved forward, but the deer got wind of him and sprinted off. "Ay caramba, I'm a lousy hunter!" His hands glowed with energy and he fired them on a tree. Surprisingly, he didn't feel tired in the least. If anything, he obtained more energy as he used his powers.

Gradually, his fear of the townsfolk began to lift, replaced by anger. He grinned at the thought of burning them alive, as they did to his sisters. "Should I really go down that path?" Bart asked himself. "If I do, there is no turning back. On the other hand, what do I have to lose at this point? Man, I wish Lisa was here." The thought of his deceased sister put tears in his eyes yet again.

He headed towards Springfield, hate in his eyes. Bart immediately saw that the entire town was going up in flames. People were fighting right and left; they didn't even notice Bart walking among them. The only building that was still relatively undamaged was Springfield elementary.

"Man, they went up like candles!" a voice laughed. "I still can't believe kids burn up that well."

"They deserved it for what their father did." Replied another, strikingly similar. Bart immediately knew who they were talking about. I'm not stupid, despite the fact everyone thinks so. Even my family believed it. I never had Lisa's intelligence, but I'm smart in my own right.

"Now what exactly were you saying about my family?" Bart demanded, revealing himself. He saw Lenny and Carl laughing at the memories. They turned to face him, looking worse for wear. Both of them had lost weight, due to the food shortage in Springfield.

"Hey, it's that renegade, Carl." Lenny pointed out. "If we turn him in, maybe we can get a reward."

"Yeah, we can get a decent meal for a change." Carl added. Bart didn't realize it, but his eyes actually flashed red. They backed a couple of steps, considerably startled.

Bart rushed towards Carl, punching every inch of him he could reach. He bit his hand, drawing as much blood as he could. Lenny grabbed his legs, trying to pull him up, but he would not let go. Finally, he was pulled away, but not without a good deal of Carl's flesh in his mouth.

Lenny punched him in the stomach; it hurt, but was nothing compared to what he had to endure in the past. Bart kicked his shins, stunning him, and bit his throat, trying to get to the jugular. I never thought I'd be fighting like this, but why should I care? They deserve everything I give them!

He jumped back, his eyes glowing red. "Now you are going to know what true pain is, fuckers!" He snarled, firing dark energy at the duo. They screamed for help, but could barely move. Bart broke Lenny's wrist, grinning at the sound it made.

"Now you know how my family felt when you helped execute them." Bart hissed, his eyes glowing stronger than ever. "How does it feel to be helpless, to know I can do whatever the hell I want to you, huh? Answer me!" Bart knew the roles were reversed, and felt they deserved to suffer. He remembered how helpless he felt when his sisters were burned to death, how Marge was bled like a pig, unable to even move out of the way.

But was this something he really wanted to do? Wouldn't it make him as terrible as they were? Why should I care about Philosophy? They didn't when they decided to kill us all! He stood there for around 10 minutes, ready to deliver the killing blow. However, he could not bring himself to kill someone in cold blood. Bart ran off, Lenny and Carl breathing huge sighs of relief.

"Why am I so weak?" he asked himself. "I should have killed them. I could have given them justice, but I relented. Why?!" The fighting was dying down and people were starting to realize that he was there. Even with his newfound powers, Bart knew that he could not win.

One of the first things he had noticed was that they had a renewed determination to hunt him down. The self-proclaimed "emperor of Springfield" rallied everyone against him. Bart hid wherever he could, from under trees to inside rotten logs.

"How am I going to be able to sleep?" he muttered. "I never know when I'm going to be found." Even with his newfound powers, he could not stop a large mob. He swatted bugs and worms that crawled on him, but they didn't sicken him nearly as much as they once did. Bart didn't hear anyone, so he cautiously crawled out of the log and looked around.

A good deal of the countryside was ruined. Much of the grass was burned in an effort to smoke him out. Animals had been killed left and right in a desperate effort to feed themselves. It worried Bart; if they acted like this, how long could he truly last?

For the next couple of days, he spent his time alternately avoiding people and practicing with his powers. He wasn't growing stronger, at least not at a noticeable rate, but he was slowly learning control. Unfortunately, he was not able to find any food to sustain himself. Bart searched more and more frantically, but with no success.

There is one option I still have. I'm sure Mr. Burns has plenty of food with him. Bart knew Burns manor was heavily secured, but he did not want to die of starvation. Slowly, he headed near there, careful to avoid any patrols. Alone, they didn't have a chance against him, but Bart did not strike down even one of them. In a way, his wits sharpened and he knew that it would attract attention; the fact he couldn't yet bring himself to take a life was something he tried not to think about.

He jumped over the fence, knife in one hand, and energy in the other. Obviously, he had not gone noticed as at least half a dozen hounds sprinted towards him, barking loudly. Bart used his energy to cut down two of them, but the remaining ones closed the distance before he could do any more.

Bart stabbed one through the throat, watching it collapse to bleed out its last. Two of the dogs started biting his legs, tearing through the flesh, while the last one bit his face. No; they won't win! THEY WON'T! With a renewed burst of strength, he broke free of the dogs and killed another with his energy. The remaining two were more cautious, which actually led to their downfall. Bart tackled one, cutting its throat and stabbing the last one through the spine. It wasn't dead just yet, but it wouldn't be long.

"Is this all you can throw at me, Burns?" Bart laughed. He had gotten his first taste of blood and enjoyed it. Over the past three months, his sanity had gradually deteriorated until he could barely remember anything but the slaughter of his family. His first kills, even though they had been dogs, strengthened his resolve. I won't be weak anymore; I'm going to make sure they die. Chalmers, Lenny, Carl, Moe, Fat Tony, Piggum, Patty and Selma… all of them. He knew he was in pain, with blood covering his legs and the left half of his face, but was not consciously aware of it.

Slowly but surely, he advanced, wary for more attacks. More dogs came at him. With a sadistic grin, he shot them down with his energy. "I expected more from him." Another jumped him from behind, sinking its teeth into his back. Bart quickly cut it down with his knife and proceeded.

He was getting weak from loss of blood, but forced himself to keep going. Finally, he spotted Burns and Smithers. "Sir, are you sure this is a good idea?" Smithers worried. "This can lead to, you know, citywide destruction."

"This is our only hope of punching through that dome." Burns insisted. He put something inside the machine and waited. "Once I become their hero, they will worship me and pay whatever price I set for energy! From there, we can take over the world!"

"Sir, I'm not sure anyone can survive that kind of energy. I'll do it; I don't want anything to happen to you."

"Poppycock! This is my power and mine alone!" Bart decided to introduce himself. He rushed towards Burns, fully intending to stab him through his old heart. However, Smithers intervened and threw him to the ground.

"Leave him alone, Bart." Smithers told him, more politely than most people had talked to him in the past several weeks.

"Ah, I've been looking for the boy." Burns exclaimed. "I've been hoping to try out this new machine. Smithers, throw him in. He'll be a proper test subject."

"Sir, I'm… I'm not sure we should do this." Smithers stammered, grabbing Bart's arm, but not throwing him in. "You know what that thing will do to him? He's just a child, after all."

"Yes, I know what it'll do; throw him in!" Burns snapped, not wanting to argue. "We have to see what the results will be." Bart struggled, but Smithers was too strong, and he didn't have enough strength to use his new powers. However, he decided to let him go.

"No, Monty, I won't. I've done many things at your command, even when I hated it, but I will not torture a boy to madness simply to fulfill your curiosity! I'm sorry, sir, but I can't bring myself to do it." He leaned towards Bart. "Get out of here; I'll distract him."

"So be it." He snapped his fingers and a robot threw Bart into the machine; he struggled, but he couldn't move even a fraction of an inch. Bart screamed in agony as Burns turned the energy up higher and higher, hoping to tear his very soul apart. He was hoping to find a way to harness the energy and obtain power.

What he did not realize was that Bart already had dark energy inside him, and because of his emotions at the time, instead of killing him, it was adding to his strength. However, it was immensely painful, even though he was somewhat numb to it now. A further result was destroying what sanity his mind still had. Bart screamed louder, not knowing anything but crippling agony. He was unaware that his body was transforming.

Instead of getting weaker, Bart felt himself growing stronger. His struggles grew more prominent, as did his rage. The morals that kept Bart from outright murder were being burned away. After nearly 15 minutes, it was over. Burns looked inside, expecting to see a shredded body.

Now only a shadow of his former self, Bart broke through it, truly furious. How dare he use me for his experiments? Wow, I broke through solid steel! Let's see him fight against me now! "I guess your little plan failed." He laughed to himself. His appearance had greatly changed; he had grown a few inches, his eyes were now glowing red and he had a red mark burned into his arm, the mark of a demon. (Burns had shredded demons to form a body for himself, along with another power source, as his own body was very weak) Bart punched Burns in the jaw, shattering it. "I should thank you for these powers but it's not in mynature, not anymore." He grabbed Burns by the neck, shoving Smithers into the wall when he tried to help him. Bart couldn't bring himself to kill him; even in his current state, he knew Smithers tried to help him.

Turning towards Burns, Bart used his newfound strength to break his arms and legs, Burns' screams like music to his ears. He fired a laser into Burns' stomach, causing a massive hole. "Let's see what I can really do." He smirked, watching him gasp and try to catch his breath. Weakly, Smithers walked towards him, but he was grabbed by the ankle and hung upside down. "No help from the fans, buddy." After several minutes, Bart mercifully finished him with an energy shot that left nothing of his body save for a few small bones. "Sorry I can't stick around, Smithers, but I have a town to destroy." He charged up a massive blast, blowing about half of the mansion apart. He rode the explosion and looked at his handiwork. True, the manor was still standing, but it had been completely ripped apart. Bart knew it was far more than he used to be able to do, but… he wasn't the least tired now.

"Let's see you try and stop me now, Jessica!" He cackled. Until then, though, he had a few things to try out. Bart flew towards the dome. I can fly now? You're fucked, Jessica! He charged up a sphere of green energy, launching it at the dome. The force knocked him back almost a mile, but it only took around 40 seconds for him to get back and observe.

The dome was terribly cracked, but somehow still standing. However, that didn't last long as he blew a major hole through it with a second shot. Bart grinned to himself, imagining all the ways he could use his newfound power. "Before, I was helpless, but now… this entire city will burn."

For the next couple days, he practiced his powers, getting an idea what he was capable of. He blew up the Kwik-E-Mart with pathetic ease, but unfortunately (to him) no one was inside. Bart was tired of it, but was not going to be stupid about his task.

In the early afternoon, Bart flew around the town, trying to decide what to destroy first, only to spot a hole in the top of the dome. Several people were crawling up a rope, using the opportunity to escape. "Hmm, I think it's time to announce my return." He grinned.

Sorry; I just felt like giving a brief explanation as to how Bart turned evil. I gave a brief flashback or two in my other story, but I wanted to give a bit more detail about how Bart survived for so long. Most likely, this will be a two-shot. The second part is the whole predicament from Jessica's point of view.

As always, please review. Whether or not I write this second part depends on how many reviews I get.