The Feel of Me
By: redskii
The plan was simple: kill Bart and get away with it.
But then... why was it so hard? Why did he always pause in feign suspense as the boy came up with a daring get-away plan that ruined him?
Why, then, did Robert Terwilliger feel so relieved while he was spending time in prison with his nemesis skateboarding to freedom?
Sideshow Bob looked in the mirror of his small cell. Dark, heavy bags under his drooping blue eyes gave evidence of him not being able to sleep a wink since he came back to prison yesterday. The only thing on his mind was his last failed attempt to kill Bart Simpson.
Ah, he remembered the days well! The Simpsons family had "visited" him and his family in Italy where he was elected mayor after saving the town's reputation. Unfortunately, Lisa, the girl with whom he was "fairly indifferent", decided to get drunk and expose his previous intentions on killing Bart, in front of his new, perfect life.
His new family, Francesca and Gino, had helped him wholeheartedly in trying to capture the family that had ruined him. Alas, his wife and child had left him after he wanted to chase the dysfunctional Simpsons into the states. Bob had agreed that he would return after he was finished with the job...
'Maybe,' he had whispered under his breath.
Now he was back where he belonged, and his family had no idea that the 'unstoppable' plan that he had worked up failed.
Well, no more!
Sideshow Bob splashed his weathered face with cool water, startling the guard who was sleeping peacefully outside of the cell. The man looked over at Bob and lolled back to sleep quickly.
The redhead groaned and slipped back into his cot, looking up at the all-too-familiar ceiling. He cursed to himself. Why couldn't he pull a murder off?!?
"I don't want to go back to Italy." He murmured, drooping his eyelids and frowning. "I'll stay here...!" And then what? Bob sighed and closed his eyes.
"Sideshow Bob?"
The guard was at the bars of the criminal's cell holding a clipboard and looking at him with an odd sideways glance. It had been a month after the convict had come back to the Springfield prison.
"Yes, what do you want? Let me rot in peace." Bob kept his eyes closed and clenched his teeth.
"Well, I have just received a message that... umm..." The guard made a confused face and shook his head.
"Out with it." The former Sideshow act growled.
"Well, you have been bailed, Mr. Bob."
Silence.
"Sideshow... Bob?"
"Who... would do this? I don't have any friends in America." Bob got up from his cot and wandered over to the bars of his cell, looking the slightly burly guard in the eye.
"Umm, let's see..." the other man flipped through the papers in his clipboard. "Hmm, that's odd!" He said in surprise. "The person prefers to be left anonymous."
"W... What?" Sideshow Bob clamped his hands around the bars and opened his eyes in shock. He grabbed the clipboard with little resistance from the guard and flipped through it. "Y-you are right!"
The sentry took out his keys and unlocked the cell door.
"I'll get your things Mr. Bob." He said, leading the ex-convict to a dressing room and handing him his clothes and a few other things that Bob carried around with him like a wallet and some keys that the owner had no idea where they went.
Sideshow Bob got dressed and, lead by the guard, was directed to the exit of the prison.
"Hope you don't get into any more trouble!" the sentry said, shaking the hand of a happy Bob.
"I promise, my friend!" he said in a truly grateful tone of voice, shaking his hand, for he really wouldn't try to kill Bart... ever again! "See you around town!"
Hey there this is redskii! I gotta say that the first chapter of "The Feel of Me" was kinda slow, but it gets better... I guess. Haha, well, I'll imitate the personalities of every character as best as I can. Criticism and Compliments are very much appreciated!
Enjoy!
redskii