As promised, Jessica's POV. I warn you, it will be a little repetitive, since I'm basically telling the same story. It extends somewhat after it, since I can't resist writing about Bart and Jessica trying to kill each other.
Well, another pointless day. Jessica sighed. At least I don't have to go to that stupid boarding school anymore. Of course, it can't be as bad as being trapped in a dome with no hope of rescue.
Even their desperate situation did not even come close to overshadowing her guilt. Somewhere, her former flame was out there, trying desperately to survive her friends and family along with his inner demons. "That'll probably be what destroys him." Jessica shook her head. "I wish my father didn't find him… maybe I could have actually gotten through to Bart. Never thought I'd feel sorry for anyone…"
"Hello, Jessica." A voice said behind her. "How are you holding up?"
"Not well, I'm afraid, Allison." Jessica sighed in response. Since the dome went up, the duo had slowly started to get along. She used to hate Allison, but as it turned out, she wasn't as bad as she believed. "I still feel guilty about everything?"
"You mean about Bart?" Allison whispered. "Jessica, I suggest you keep your mouth shut about this. It's dangerous to even mention his name these days. Apparently he attacked a couple of people and made them beg for their lives. Still, those are just rumors."
"What else? They say he beat them by using some kind of dark power?"
"That's exactly what they say. I don't believe a word of it, to be honest."
"It's just bullshit Moe made up, I bet. You know, I didn't believe you at first when you talked about mob mentality, but now… maybe you were right, after all." They walked through the streets, looking at destroyed buildings in the latest round of fighting. "So why are we going to Springfield Elementary? I always hated that shithole."
"You know I don't like it when you swear. As for your question, it's the only place in town where we can talk freely. Just try to ignore Principal Skinner. This situation has really taken its toll on him. He's been like this ever since the incident."
"Then why didn't he do anything to stop it?!"
"What could he have done? Flanders saved Bart, but look what happened to him." Neither of them actually saw it, but from what they heard, it was pretty horrific.
They wandered through Springfield Elementary. As predicted, nobody was around, not even Skinner. "I never thought I'd actually go back here, at least not willingly." Jessica muttered to herself. The girls walked into a classroom, where they saw a teacher sitting at her desk.
"Hey, Ms. Wilkfield, how are you?" Allison greeted. She was her old kindergarten teacher, and Allison was her favorite student. She constantly sung her praises, telling her how proud she was.
"Hello, Allison." She sighed. "I see you had the same thought I did." She was in her mid 30's, had brown hair and eyes, wore a blue dress, and had several wrinkles. "What are you doing here with her?" Jessica glared at her, remembering quite vividly what kind of teacher she was.
"None of your business, bitch," Jessica snarled. I can't believe they keep you around, after what you did to me. How do you think it felt, hearing what a failure I was?! "I'm surprised they haven't fired you."
"Try to be nice." Allison chastised. Jessica stormed off, while Allison followed. "Hold on; why do you hate her so much, anyway? She was always good to me."
"To you, maybe. I still hear her abuse at night. She always told me that I was stupid, pathetic, worthless, because I had trouble in school. You've always had it easy, Allison; why do you think I always hated you? The teachers loved you, your father considered you his greatest treasure…"
"Jessica, to be fair, you gave them little reason to like you."
"Try being 5 years old and having a teacher who derided you at every turn! My father never did anything, never reassured me; he was too busy with church duties. It was why I got in trouble; I wanted him to notice me!"
"Yes; from what I've read, that can be very damaging to a young mind. Still, I have a hard time believing Ms. Wilkfield could do something like that. She was always a nice lady."
Before Jessica could respond, someone rammed into her. Once she recovered, she saw Bart Simpson staring at them. He was much the worse for wear; his clothes were all but nonexistent, there were at least a couple of broken bones, blood covered a good part of his body, and several teeth were missing. "You!" he snarled with feral rage. "You'll pay for what you've done to me!" He whipped out a knife, grinning sadistically.
"Let us help you, Bart." Allison insisted. "You can still be saved."
"I'm not falling for that Fucking trick again!" he shouted. "Jessica already tried to turn me in. If I was a bit slower, they would have killed me. Enough talk; you're going to die!" He pounced toward Jessica, holding her down. He slashed her face repeatedly. Fortunately, Allison pulled him off before he could do any serious damage.
"I didn't do anything to you!" Jessica protested. "This is all a misunderstanding!"
"Your feminine wiles won't work on me anymore. I'm not the naïve boy I once was. You have proven yourself a liar again and again, Lovejoy. Why should I believe you?" His voice was barely above a whisper, but he sounded more dangerous than he would have had he been screaming.
"There he is! Get him!" someone from the mob cried out. Jimbo charged towards him, punching him across the jaw. Unlike before, though, it barely even fazed Bart. Not wasting any time, he buried his knife into his former bully's gut. He groaned, clutching his stomach in pain, unable to even move. Bart ran off, jumping out the window. More members of the mob chased him but he was long gone.
"We'll protect you from him; don't worry." Moe declared, wearing a cone on his head. "Bart will be punished for his crimes!" The crowd cheered and ran off.
"Maybe he can't be saved." Allison shook her head. "He seems beyond any reason now. Wait a minute… why does he hate you, Jessica?"
"I tried to get through to him a while ago." Jessica explained. She couldn't believe she was telling this to someone who had formerly been her enemy, but the stress was too much to bear. "I was making progress, but my father found us. Bart started screaming that I betrayed him, and… well, he's mistaken, but still dangerous."
"That's putting it mildly. You know, you're smarter than I once thought. You're only 12, but you reason better than some adults I know." They walked out of the school. True, the outside world was no better, but it's not like they had anything else to do.
"Hey, girls; come to beat me up, too?" Milhouse sighed, looking badly bruised, although not nearly to the extent Bart was. "You may as well; it's not like it matters anymore."
"We're not going to touch you, Milhouse." Jessica rolled her eyes. Wow, I never thought I'd willingly speak to a geek; I really have changed.
"You really did like Lisa." Allison realized. "I thought it was a stupid crush, but…"
"I liked her, and they took her away from me!" Milhouse exclaimed angrily. "Now they beat me up every single day because of it. I know she'd never return my feelings, but… It was still nice to look at her." Allison continued talking while Jessica went home. There wasn't anything she could do; she was barely holding herself together.
"Hey, Jessica, you hungry?" Helen asked. All their conflicts had been brought to an immediate halt ever since the Simpsons were slaughtered. "We managed to get some food earlier today."
"No, I've got too much on my mind." Jessica shook her head. "I saw Bart a little while ago and…"
"You saw that demon?!" Timothy demanded. "I swear to God, if he hurt you… your face is slashed! I'd better tell everyone he's loose in this town. This can't be allowed to happen."
"Dad, just leave it." Jessica replied. Oddly enough, she didn't feel anything… until now. "Everybody already knows and yet he's still around." No wonder he's nuts, after the town slaughtered the rest of his family. How can they justify burning an infant to death?
"We'll have to keep a closer watch, at least until we figure out a way out of this dome." Helen insisted. "There is one more thing that…" the rest of her statement was cut off by an earth-shattering explosion. "What in Satan's name was that?"
By the commotion outside, they were far from the only ones who noticed. Almost everyone was chattering among themselves, wondering what had caused the noise. They looked in the distance, where there was a giant fireball. It didn't look too big, but considering how far away it was, it must have had a great deal of power.
"Isn't Burns Mansion around that area?" someone asked.
"Probably just another one of his crazy experiments," another shrugged. "With any luck, it's killed that old bastard."
"It probably killed the demon boy, too." A third exclaimed. "I heard he was going to Burns mansion; takes care of all our problems!" There was a loud cheer. Some disapproved, but did not dare draw attention to themselves. Jessica lowered her head so no one would see her cry.
"Okay, now that the commotion's over, let's eat our dinner." Helen stated. Before she moved two steps, though, they heard another explosion, one that brightened up the sky for several seconds. It wasn't long before they heard yet another, though it did not have the force of the first two. No one moved for a good long while.
"What exactly does that mean?" Jessica worried. "Does the government have something else up their sleeve?"
"It wouldn't surprise me at this point." Lovejoy replied, looking worried himself. "Let's go back inside; we'll be safer indoors." All three of them rapidly did so, huddling together. However, they heard no further explosions. They ate their dinner in silence, no one daring to say anything to break the tension.
Soon afterwards, they went to bed, but none of them managed to sleep, especially Jessica. She lay wide awake in her bed, wondering what the EPA was up to. She did her best to ignore the voice that told her this was much worse.
XXXXX
A couple of days passed without incident. Jessica paid close attention to the rumors, trying to see if there had been any more similar events like the one that acquired everyone's attention. Unfortunately, Allison had one. "Jessica, "I have heard that Krusty the Clown has been found dead. No one knows how, but the body was mutilated; I'm glad I didn't have to see it."
"What does mutilated even mean?" Jessica asked.
"It means to hurt, damage, main, etc." Allison replied. Not everyone is as smart as you; don't call her stupid.
"Oh, okay." Jessica shrugged. "I know this place is dangerous, but… well, it could have been any number of people. Still, I can imagine who they're blaming this on." Poor Bart; if only I'd have gotten through to him."Wait, where is everyone going?"
Allison and Jessica ran after them, where they saw Russ Cargill talking about how he was going to destroy Springfield. "Hey, Mr. big TV man!" Cletus exclaimed. "Look what I can do with my thumb! Want to know how I can do it?"
"Four generations of inbreeding?" Cargill asked in an annoyed tone.
"What the hell is going on?" Jessica asked.
"Look, they're climbing up the rope." Allison gasped. Over two dozen people had already gotten on it and several had almost reached the top. Allison joined her father, who was at the bottom of the rope.
While Cletus kept Cargill distracted, more climbed up on the rope. However, just as the first person reached the top, it was cut down, everyone screaming as they hit the ground. A voice laughed and flew towards the dome. No one managed to get a good look at him, but he charged up green energy in his hands. Laughing, he let it loose and broke through the dome. He quickly flew out and towards Cargill.
"Who the hell are you?" he demanded on the screen. "How did you destroy the dome? Hey, what are you doing?!" The figure shattered his arms with ease and ripped his head off, lifting it up with a roar of triumph. People in Springfield cheered; that is, except for Jessica. That can't be good. She thought. If I didn't know better, I'd think I've seen him before.
"Guess who's back, Springfield?" he laughed, firing on them. Their delight turned to horror as they ran away from the demon in panic. He took little notice, killing whenever it suited him. "Now you know how it feels!" He charged up another blast, destroying a nearby building.
"Let's get out of here!" Jessica exclaimed, but that turned out to be a big mistake. The creature swooped down and grabbed her by the neck.
"Hello, Jessica; how nice to see you again." He laughed. "I should have figured you would be here; you always were a pain in the ass."
"Who the hell are you?" Jessica managed to gasp out.
"You don't recognize me? I'm hurt. Let's see: do you remember a boy who had a crush on you, played as many pranks as you did, and one you framed for stealing collection money?"
"Bart?!" Jessica never imagined he could do this.
"It's about time you figured it out, bitch. However, I'm not that soft fool anymore; do you think he'd do this?" He backhanded Jessica, sending her at least a dozen feet. "I trusted you, Jessica, and you betrayed me!"
"No, Bart, let me just tell you…"
"Silence! I don't want to hear your lies!" Bart's hatred was increasing by the second. To him, it was quite amusing to see her at his mercy. And I'll give her as much mercy as she gave me when I needed her! "Good-bye. I can't say I'll be missing you."
Jessica tried to dodge, but couldn't bring herself to move. Bart was tackled from the side by her dad, who stood in front of her. "I won't let you hurt my daughter, demon!" He exclaimed.
"And I'm sure there's a whole lot you can do to stop me." He laughed. "What are you going to do, pour holy water on me?" He laughed and fired an energy blast into his gut. Bart went towards Jessica, but Lovejoy grabbed his neck and squeezed as hard as he could. "Pathetic, Reverend," He delivered a punch to his jaw, shattering it.
"No!" Jessica screamed, charging towards Bart, who simply laughed and grabbed her arm, pulling her close to him.
"How does it feel, Lovejoy?" he hissed. "To be helpless, knowing there's nothing you can do to fight back? I HATE you! I hate your parents, I hate my school, I hate those pathetic teachers, not to mention those idiots who executed my parents, and I hate this city. When I'm through, I'll never have to see any of it again!"
He was about to continue, but Timothy hit him in the head with a big stick. He's got guts, I'll give him that. Bart thought with grudging respect. With injuries like his, it was amazing that he was still standing. However, he was through playing games. "Try and get away from this!" He fired a large energy shot in his direction. Lovejoy's reflexes were quick enough to avoid a fatal blow, but he was still hit in the side. He fell to the ground, moaning.
"Now you have an idea how it felt." Bart growled at Jessica. He felt several stings in his back, and turned around to see the police force point guns at him. Jessica ran as fast as she could, dragging her injured father with her. Bart tried to get at them, but the bullets were getting annoying. "You idiots must have a death wish!" He conjured several spheres and unleashed them, blowing up most of the police cars. Several police were dead, while over a dozen were injured. Bart turned to the nearby buildings and proceeded to blow them up, laughing the whole time.
XXXXX
Jessica and Helen hovered over Timothy's bed nervously. The hospital had become packed in the past few hours, but they had managed to save his life; some people weren't as lucky. "So what can you tell us?" Helen sighed.
"He'll survive, but he'll never walk again." Dr. Hibbert sighed; even he couldn't laugh in a situation like this. "The energy broke his spine. We've put in some rods to keep the bones healing, but he will need a wheelchair."
"I'm just glad he'll pull through." Jessica whispered. "Please, God, let him recover. I know I'm not the best Christian, but please… you can't let my father suffer like this." They heard the door open, Allison and her father coming in.
"I can't believe this happened to him." Allison informed, hugging Jessica. It was never something she would have imagined, but she didn't imagine having a demon rampaging through the city. "We're safe here, though; the worst of the fighting is still some distance away."
"What… what are you talking about?" Jessica demanded.
"Once you guys managed to escape, he started taking his anger on the rest of the city." Mr. Taylor replied. "He doesn't pay much attention to people, but there have already been heavy causalities. The police force has not managed to stop him yet."
"That's putting it mildly." Allison rolled her eyes. "Most of them have already been slaughtered. They're bringing the soldiers from our base to try and stop the creature."
"We've got to do something." Jessica declared. "I'm not going to let him destroy everything!" Push through, girl, push through. "There's also something you need to know. That demon… it's… it's Bart. I don't know what happened to him, though."
"That can't be possible." Mr. Taylor protested. "How can any human withstand the amount of power this thing seems to have? And how can you be sure of this?"
"I have my doubts, too, but it would explain a lot." Allison mused. "He's been screaming about revenge and the torment we put him through. He also sounds like Bart, except his voice is deeper and more sinister."
"I'm going to stop him." Jessica promised. "He's going to destroy the whole city; he told me himself. I don't know if he's strong enough to do that, but it's not a chance I want to take."
"I'm with you." Helen declared. "He'll pay for what he did to my husband!"
"Let's not be too rash." Mr. Taylor warned. "We can't take him down alone, and we don't have any weapons to do it."
"Perhaps I can be of assistance." A familiar voice laughed. Professor Frink walked into the room. "You see, I have put together a bunch of weapons designed for fighting a demon like this! They called me crazy with the taunting and the laughing and the rejection, but I proved them wrong. I'll need an army, though."
"I'm with you." Allison nodded. Her father was unhappy about it, but reluctantly agreed. Helen and Jessica nodded grimly, and followed Professor Frink.
XXXXX
Bart laughed as he blew up another police vehicle. True, he didn't manage to kill Jessica, but this was entertaining enough. "Doyou really think you can stop me? This is pathetic." He blew up another police car heading towards him, and turned back to the buildings.
Two more were destroyed by his energy, everybody doing their best to get out of the way. Bart swooped down and fired on them, killing several. He heard sirens in the distance, and figured it would have to be more cops trying to stop him. He felt more stings that he recognized as bullets, and saw one of the civilians firing at him. Laughing, he quickly cut her down and went back to destruction.
Hours passed and over a dozen blocks were destroyed. The police were by and large wiped out, as very few showed up. Bart grinned, heading towards another block to destroy. "Soon, Jessica, you will die." He laughed. "You can't hide from me forever!" His hate was renewed when thinking of her, and he blew up over a dozen cars parked near the streets. It shouldn't take more than a few days to destroy this whole fucking city. I will have vengeance.
Larger vehicles were heading his way. Bart saw soldiers heading into the destroyed zones, no doubt to try and kill him. "Let's see if they can handle some unpleasant surprises." He grinned. It felt wonderful to lose himself in the senseless destructions. True, Jessica deserved everything she got but there had to be some innocents caught in the crossfire. However, he didn't care in the least now. I'm no longer soft; I'll never tolerate their treatment again. Never!
Bart ambushed a group of soldiers, striking them down with a large energy shot. However, the others learned where he was and started shooting. Due to his newfound speed, he managed to avoid most of the bullets, but many still struck him. They hurt far worse than before, fueling his descent to the dark side. He struck back, firing energy everyone in an attempt to fish them out. It wasn't very effective; they had clearly anticipated such a maneuver, and took steps to avoid it.
For the better part of half an hour, they fought in the streets, neither side making much progress. The soldiers managed to hurt Bart, as indicated by the blood on his chest, but he was not going down. On Bart's side, he had managed to deal with some of his enemies, but many more were still around.
Deciding not to waste any more time, Bart flew off to destroy more of the city. He tore into the buildings and trees with reckless abandon, grinning the entire time. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted a SWAT van coming towards him. He quickly blew it up, not wanting any more trouble. People were screaming, but many had already managed to get away. Bart killed a group of four that were trying to help an injured man. Strange; no guilt, He thought. Still, it ought to make things a lot easier.
As night fell, more buildings and streets were destroyed. The soldiers had caught up to him, bringing more vehicles and reinforcements. Their firefight continued with the exact same results. Every area they battled was devastated far worse than any others. Bart was getting somewhat tired, but refused to slow down, refused to rest until his old prison was destroyed.
"Where is Jessica?" Bart muttered, firing more shots where he thought the enemy was. "She's the one I most want to tear apart." Night passed into dawn and while Bart was substantially injured, most of the soldiers had been killed or injured and their equipment destroyed.
As the sun rose, things took a more entertaining turn. The guards that had been charged with keeping everyone locked up showed themselves to fight. Just like sheep to the slaughter, Bart chuckled to himself. Let's see what these idiots can do. He destroyed two of the helicopters almost immediately. However, one of them opened up a chain gun, sending several thousand bullets his way. He got away from the stream for a couple of seconds, but more impacted him; the force sent him a pile of rubble.
"Damn it, I'm not strong enough." He muttered. "I'd better think about this for a while." Let's see; I have several hundred of those guards after me, and I guess the others didn't want to fight. Several helicopters are still out there, along with jeeps and armored combat vehicles. I've got to heal from my injuries. He hated the very thought, but was not about to be stupid about his revenge.
XXXXX
"Thanks for the lessons, Professor Frink." Jessica complimented, now armed with several ray guns. Over 30 people had volunteered when Bart had been rampaging. For the past day, they were trained how to use the weapons safely. They weren't much different than regular guns, so it was relatively simple to do. Even so, Frink's lab had a considerable amount of burns in it.
"No problem, little Jessica!" Frink exclaimed. "For your information, Bart has ceased his rampage and is hiding somewhere in the city. Be on your guard. Speaking of which, I have a present for you." He unlocked a safe, which had a sled inside that looked much like a surfboard except for the fact it was covered in weapons. "I was originally going to give this to Chief Wiggum, but he proved… to heavy to properly use this device. Just think about what I could do with proper funding!"
"We'll remember this." Allison promised, keeping a firm grip on her gun. Skinner, Sideshow Mel, Nelson, Chief Wiggum, Helen, Dr. Hibbert, Martin, Agnes and Snake were among the people that had joined the group. She turned on the TV, hoping to have some clue about what was going on.
"Good evening, Springfield." Brockman reported. "Behind me, you can see the terrible carnage that our new visitor has unleashed. The identity of this thing is unknown, but it is extremely dangerous. There have been over 200 causalities, with around 50 deaths at the final toll. The police force has been all but wiped out, so now it's up to the National Guard to find him. What? He's been sighted again." A nearby explosion tore apart one of the military helicopters. "Arnie, what can you see?"
"A self-centered asshole that's too cowardly to do this himself!" Arnie shouted. "In other words, it's you. The military has been ambushed. We can't see the creature from this distance, but it is inflicting heavy damage. He has destroyed most of their transports and now he's… running away?! The army has repelled him."
"Great news indeed, Springfield." Kent chuckled. "Now all we have to do is hope that he doesn't come back."
"He'll be back." Dr. Taylor warned. "He told Jessica that he planned to destroy the city. Sooner or later, we will have to take him down."
"How can we do it?" asked Skinner. "Are these weapons so much better than what the army has?"
"These are designed specifically for demons, my stereotypical bureaucratic ally." Frink exclaimed. "I have already told you this; please try to remember it."
"We have to wait for him to show his face again." Allison mused. "When he does, we can have someone lure him into our ambush. What about you, Jessica? He hates you more than anyone else, and he wouldn't think twice about following. I know it's dangerous, but I don't see any other way."
"Under no circumstances is my daughter going near that beast again." Helen shrilled.
"Ha, ha, he's going down." Nelson laughed.
"I've… I've got to do this." Jessica whispered. "It's because of me that he even exists." There were many curious stares, but she wasn't about to elaborate; she cursed herself for saying that much."
"So are we ready for battle?" Chief Wiggum asked. "Ralphie, no!" Ralph grabbed the weapon he had gotten and shot them at the targets; to everyone's surprise, he nearly hit the bull's eye.
"Yay, I'm helping!" Ralph exclaimed.
"Ralph, you can't come with us; this is too dangerous." Skinner informed. "You're a good shot, I admit, but that doesn't matter." Ralph looked sad.
"Hey, when I come back, I'll get you lots of candy." Wiggum promised. ("Candy makes me want to jump!")
They heard more explosions in the distance. Frink immediately went for his telescope, where he saw Bart wrecking havoc on the military with a sadistic grin on his face. "Now's your chance!" Frink exclaimed as Jessica got on her jet sled. "Just be careful out there!"
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Amazing! I healed in just a few hours! Bart thought. He tore through another group of soldiers and flew low to avoid the rockets coming at him. He raised his hand and the last of the helicopters were destroyed. "So much for the weekend soldiers," He chuckled. He launched a blast at a local store, demolishing it.
By this point, the army was severely damaged. Bart spread his rampage, confident that they did not have the strength to stop him. He struck down a couple on the bench, along with anybody else he could find. To think I used to be weak enough that they were actually a threat. All of them have to pay. Once this city is destroyed, I can rest in peace.
Bart was shot from behind, spinning around several times. Jessica was floating on a jet sled, having a difficult time keeping her balance. "You'll pay for this, Bart!" she exclaimed.
"So you want to play, too?" Bart chuckled. "Well, if you want a fight, I'm happy to give you one." He fired many shots in quick succession, a couple of which Jessica barely managed to avoid. At those angles, she should have fallen off. Something magnetic, maybe? Oh, well, it won't save her."Nice trick, Jessica, but it won't help!"
Jessica desperately dodged his shots as she lured Bart into their trap. She felt sadness that the boy she felt a kinship with had now become a monster. You've got to stop him. She told herself firmly. Think of what will happen if you don't.
"You always were a coward, Jessica." Bart laughed. "You set me up because you're a wimp. You've never been able to fight for yourself!"
"Shut up!" Jessica exclaimed, slamming her foot on the sled. However, she accidentally pushed a button that launched two rockets towards Bart. He somersaulted in mid-air to avoid them, but they came right back towards him. Furious, he turned around to destroy them.
"Let's see what other weapons this baby has." Jessica chuckled. She pushed another button, which fired a stream of lasers. Caught off guard, Bart spun around, smoke coming off of his body. The rockets hit him from behind, causing him a great deal of pain. Jessica was ready for whatever attack he would give, but he disappeared.
She circled the area, wary for a sneak attack. After about a minute, she saw the truth. Her comrades had followed her and were currently surrounding Bart. Fast as he was, he could not dodge or intercept all the shots thrown in his direction and many tore holes in his body.
But he wasn't out of the fight yet. With a deadly shot, he vaporized one of the defenders and went on the offensive. More scattered out of the way; Bart laughed, despite the pain it was causing him. Those hurt more than I expected. He thought. So Jessica's managed to gather up a few idiots, huh? He continued his attack, forcing them to take cover. Two more fell, but the others were learning from their mistakes.
"Forget about me?" Jessica snarled, firing a laser blast in his life. Furious, Bart dived towards her, his arms outstretched. More shots hit him in the back, knocking him off course. Jessica pushed her advantage, and their duel continued in the air.
"You're human; you're weak. There's only so long you can keep this up, and second you slip…" Bart licked his lips. He turned his attention alternately to the fighters on the ground and Jessica, but it was obvious what his priority was. He rolled to avoid more shots and grinned. "Oh, well; you won't have to deal with it very long."
"Shut up!" she screamed, firing everything her jet sled had. Bart screamed as rockets and lasers impacted with his body. He struggled to control his flight, but landed on the ground, where he was immediately ambushed. At point-blank range, he had no hope of dodging them. He was in great pain, but was used to it. Much as it crippled him, Bart was capable of fighting back. He flew towards Agnes and quickly snapped her neck. Another member went down with a pained scream.
Slowly but surely, he was driven back. Jessica began to hope that he would be beaten, but Bart would simply not stay down. He grabbed a woman and took to the air, Jessica following. However, Bart ignored her completely. Jessica heard what he was saying, and couldn't bring her body to move.
"If it isn't my old Kindergarten teacher." Bart laughed. "Tell me, have you destroyed any more futures or was it simply me? You know, I once liked school, but thanks to you, all of that changed."
"What are you talking about, moron?" She demanded, trying to get free, but she may as well have tried to break stainless steel.
"I'm foolish? You're the one who hasn't figured it out. I'm Bart Simpson, cunt! I used to be weak enough to deal with your existence, but circumstances have changed. I hope you know: I'm going to enjoy this." He started with breaking both her wrists and punching her in the chest. Her ribs shattered, but it couldn't be heard over her screaming.
But Bart wasn't done yet. He extended a fingernail and tore her stomach open. Afterwards, he ripped off a leg, discarding the useless limb. Her arms and remaining ribs were quickly broken, and her kneecaps shattered. The woman was rapidly losing blood, and was barely unconscious. Casually, he dropped her to the ground. "Well, she won't be troubling me anymore." Jessica blasted him, being careful to aim for his injuries.
Much as it annoyed Bart, he knew he had to retreat. His injuries were getting too severe to continue fighting. I'm not done yet. This city WILL burn. After firing a few distraction shots, he took off.
Jessica flew down to the ground, where they praised her to the skies. Still, the rejoicing was tainted by the fact that five of them were dead, along with countless civilians and soldiers. "We beat him; we really beat him." Jessica whispered.
"Wow, you're a touch chick." Nelson complimented. "If it wasn't for the fact you'd hit me, I'd kiss you." Jessica shrugged and did so. It wasn't something she normally did, but considering how she felt, she didn't really care at that time.
"We'd better get back to Professor Frink." Martin suggested. Everyone agreed, as if they were unsure that the danger was really over.
"You did a great job." Allison smiled. "We won't forget this." We'd better not; he's likely to return. Considering his rage and his personality, he's not going to give up.
Jessica in particular was lost in her thoughts. She was still afraid of the future. When will he come back and how much stronger will he be when he does?
I have to admit, I'm trying to decide on whether to keep this a two-shot or make it into a full story. What do you think?
