(AN: Unicat, to answer your long review, Smithers attack on Homer was just a small fragment of events to come. Its going to be a fairly long story so be patient, please. )
(Disclaimer: I don't own the Simpsons, Yeesh I'm a 13 year old girl who is obsessed with Pink Floyd. I'm Not Matt Groening. If I was the owner, However Bad things would happen. Very bad things)
Chapter 4:
I kept running after Mr. Burns, still trying to get his attention. "Sir, please slow down. Please talk to me!" Mr. Burns stopped his wheelchair and turned around to look at me with a glare I had only seen him give the incompetent employees. "Just tell me, Why
Smithers. Why you, of all people, would do something so completely vile and vulgar?"
I could see tears in his eyes. "I might be highly hypocritical, but violence is only useful when it's getting your point across, not to use just as senseless vulgarity." He turned his wheelchair around again to face away from me. "Sir, it was Homer Simpson. The man who put you in this condition. He's the reason why you're in so much pain. I was only defending your honour"
"Why, Smithers? Why would you resort to something that is so far from your values? You were always trying to talk me out of violent schemes. Now you're committing said violent acts! Why would you go against your morals, to, what you said "defend my honour?" I looked away, I felt like shouting it's because I love you! I don't want to lose you! But I kept my mouth shut. I couldn't let myself confess my feelings, not at this fragile moment in our relationship.
Mr. Burns looked at me with anger, than he began to wheel himself away again.
I tried to follow, but something, something made me stay there. All I could do was hope, hope that He wouldn't get hurt, Hope that he would turn around and come back to me, Hope that I didn't damage our relationship completely. I thought for a moment or two
Why did I assault Homer Simpson? It didn't heal Mr. Burns's pain, and it only made him hate me. So why did I hurt him, why?
My thoughts were interrupted by tires screeching. Now I ran, Mr. Burns was in the middle of the road. "Mr. Burns!" I shouted "Get out of the road!" But I was too late,
Crash
My love was hit clear off by a Blue truck.