Well, at least I haven't run out of ideas just yet. I'm afraid you'll still have to wait until you find out what turned Bart into a demon, though you get a few hints.
"Who the hell is that?" Bart gasped in shock, scrambling away along with the rest of his family.
"No one's going anywhere." The figure laughed, using some of his energy to restrain them. Try as he might, Bart kept looking at them. He didn't want to remember this, but it was necessary to ensure his future. "Isn't this touching? My old family has come to greet me."
"We're not your family, you prick!" Bart exclaimed, getting gagged for his trouble.
However, Bart's counterpart had momentarily forgotten about Jessica and Ralph, giving them the opportunity to attack. Jessica fired a powerful wrist laser, sending Bart through one of the walls.
"How are we going to get insurance to cover this?" Homer moaned.
"Not bad, Jessica, but unoriginal," Evil Bart laughed. "After all these days, I thought you'd be more creative by now." He fired a blast towards her, which she easily dodged. Normally, he was far more aggressive, but didn't want to hit his younger self.
Both of them had caught on to this, and aimed energy shots towards Bart, causing his evil self to put a protective shield around them. He backhanded Ralph, breaking his jaw and sending him into the Simpsons' fridge.
"No! My beer!" Homer complained.
"What a pathetic idiot," Evil Bart muttered to himself before he turned on Jessica. She unsheathed glowing blades and stood in a defensive position. "Give it up, Jessica. You can't hurt me. You never could and you never will." He finally made up his mind on how to destroy Jessica.
He put shields around his arms and rushed towards her. Jessica defended herself admirably, nearly getting through his defenses. However, the blade could not go through him and shattered. He grabbed her other arm and broke it, holding her up. She struggled not to scream, but the signs of pain were obvious.
Ralph struggled to get up, firing several shots, but Bart took no notice that they affected him, firing a shot in his general direction. He tore off Jessica's protective suit, leaving her in only her underwear. She gasped in horror at what he was doing and tried to get out of his grip, but he was too strong.
"Why the hell are you doing this?" Lisa demanded. "Who the hell are you, anyway?" She tried to remember where she had seen him before, but that didn't make any sense, unless…
Bart ignored her, though, but was forced to drop Jessica as he cried out in pain from a device she put on his neck. Within a couple of seconds, he tore it off, and laughed. "As always, you have another trick up your sleeve." He smirked, using his energy to pull her up. He tore what was left of her clothes off, and grinned at her horrified look. "You know, if I had any humanity left in me, I might actually be attracted to a woman like you, but I don't. Your father saw to that."
"What do you mean?" Lisa interrupted. "What possible relationship do you have to her?" She was slowly figuring it out.
But Marge already had. "You're Bart's future!" she exclaimed. "Oh, my baby boy, what happened to you?"
"Many things, mother." Bart replied. "And believe me; Jessica here played a major role in it." He fired a minor blast, burning her skin as he talked. "I never thought I'd see you idiots again."
"That's my future?" Bart declared, finally managing to get the gag off. "Cool, man!" Everyone else glared at him. "Well, if he wasn't evil."
Evil Bart turned to Jessica, looking up and down her body, fully aware of how violated she felt. It's kind of strange, considering what she's known for. He mused. He put his hand and her breast and rubbed gently. Again, he found it odd, but supposed his mother's lessons stayed with him. Not that it mattered; she would hate her body's natural reaction.
"Come on, do you have to this in front of us?" Bart complained. His future self ignored him and forced himself inside of her. He had almost forgotten how this felt, but reminded himself of what his goal was.
On Jessica's part, it hurt, but not as much as she expected. Even so, her mind was falling apart at this, despite her best efforts. Of course, the fact that the Simpson men were ogling her didn't help matters. She hated herself for a part of her enjoying this, but thought to herself and decided to use this to her advantage. It had never failed her before, after all.
Bart forced himself out, knowing he couldn't lose his focus. He had no intention of letting that whore take advantage of this. (And I have no intention of writing a long sex scene, sorry! Besides, I don't think I'd be any good at it.) His index finger started glowing and he pressed it onto her, enjoying the screams more than anything else. "So how does it feel, being too weak to resist my strength? I'll make sure this will haunt you every time you see me. I've decided not to kill you; that would be too easy. No, this will be far worse." With a single shot, he burned her Clitoris to ashes.
"That's enough!" Marge screamed, her outrage allowing her to break free. She punched the Evil Bart, but he laughed at her efforts, feeling no pain.
"Don't waste your energy, mother." He advised. "You're going to need it for the future."
"You've overlooked one thing." Jessica laughed, despite her immense pain. "I've already achieved what I wanted to." Bart looked around and saw that Ralph was nowhere in sight. Cursing, he dropped her roughly onto the floor, restraining her tightly and turning to his former family.
"You may be a monster, but you're still my brother." Lisa whispered. "Please, stop this before it gets worse."
"Don't make me laugh, Lis." Evil Bart replied, sounding more like his younger self than he intended to. "You don't have the slightest idea, what I've done, or what I've endured at their hands. I'm curious: have you ever been hunted?"
"No pain you're going through justifies this!" Marge protested. "I love my son, but you aren't him, no matter what you say. My boy would never rape a woman and laugh."
"Things change, mother, things change." Bart replied, taking an occasional look at Jessica to ensure the restraints were still holding her.
"Still, he's buff!" Homer exclaimed proudly. "So how much can you bench, 4000?"
"20 tons, if you want to know." Bart smirked. "I'm afraid you've seen too much, and even Homer, stupid as he is, won't forget it. I've had enough complications already."
"Dude, you are just plain crazy!" Bart declared. "How did you… I… whatever become that way?"
"You'll find out soon enough." His older self whispered. "You'll learn what it's like to have the entire world against you, your former friends trying to kill you."
"You monster!" Homer yelled. "Leave my son alone, you buff son of a bitch! Stop torturing him with you psycho-babble!"
"Be quiet, Homer." Evil Bart demanded. He grabbed his younger self and flew off, his plan running through his mind.
"What has gotten into me?" Bart demanded. "I mean, all those powers sound cool, but I'd just use them to play cruel pranks on Skinner." Jessica showed up with another jet sled, blasting him out of the sky.
"Exactly what I knew you would do." Evil Bart laughed. He destroyed her jet sled, and grabbed her with his free arm. "I weakened the restraints, Lovejoy. My plan wouldn't have succeeded if you didn't speed after me, but you've become rather predictable."
He flew to the cave that he stayed in throughout his future. He gagged Jessica, wanting to be sure there was no chance that his weakling young self learned of his future. Besides, he wanted the power, the control… didn't he?
"So what are we supposed to do in here?" Bart complained.
"That's up to you two." Evil Bart snapped. "You can fuck each other for all I care, but for the next ten days, this will be your home." He was sure to take them in deep enough so that their voice could not be heard, as Jessica was trying to speak through the energy gag.
"Jeez, people call me vulgar." Bart muttered. "Just wait until they meet this guy. He's as bad as Jimbo." His evil self left the cave, smirking at them. "Okay, so what do I do?" Bart was smarter than people gave him credit for. The place probably had some sort of shield to keep them in, and his older self would not hesitate to hurt him if it was necessary. After all, all he had to do was keep him alive; he didn't have to be in good health.
"Now to greet your family." His counterpart laughed. "I need you out of my way so I can make sure nothing happens to change my past." Before his eyes, he transformed into a likeness of himself.
Bart's last thoughts were: How did I turn into that?
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"God, I hope my boy's okay." Marge worried. Lisa and Homer nodded, agreeing with her. For the past hour, they had gathered in the living, waiting for any news about their boy.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. Marge opened it, seeing her son in bad shape. He was covered in bruises, and a couple of his injuries even bled. She hugged him gently and set him down on the couch. He was obviously unhappy about it, but it as for his own good.
"So how did you get away, boy?" Homer asked.
"It wasn't easy, believe me." Bart sighed, a weak smile on his face. "Still, I managed to distract him enough to get free. He tried capturing me, but he can't kill me, so I used that advantage to get away."
"How do we know that he isn't the evil Bart?" Lisa asked. After what they had just seen, it wouldn't surprise her. "Prove you're my brother."
"Of course." Bart groaned, slowly getting off the couch. (But fast enough that Lisa became suspicious) He walked into the kitchen, Lisa cautiously following. I hope I remember this.
"Moe's tavern, Moe speaking," Moe stated.
"I'm looking for Mr. Meoff, first name Jack." Bart requested. Come on, please work
"Hold on; I'll check." Moe sighed. "Jack Meoff! Jack Meoff! Anyone here Jack me off?" Bart and Lisa heard the resulting laughter from the customers. "Wait a minute… it's you, isn't it, you little puke? One of these days I'll find you and tear out your intestines!"
Bart and Lisa started laughing as he hung up the phone. "I forgot just how funny that was." She grinned. "Okay, I believe you. I don't know anyone else who can pull a prank call that convincingly." In the back of her mind, though, there was still a little doubt. After all, they had met an evil, future version of Bart. Despite herself, she felt kind of sorry for him; she was able to see the kind of pain he had to live with, and knew Jessica had something to do with it.
"What's going on here?' Marge asked. "Bart, how many times have I told you not to make prank calls?"
"More times than I can remember," he muttered. "Sorry; I just needed to cheer Lisa up. It's been a very hectic day."
Lisa immediately got suspicious at that. Her brother was not known to use any remotely complicated words. Still, her worries were unnoticed by the others.
"All right, I suppose I can forgive you this once." Marge sighed. "Homer, stop eating our muffins. They're for the church potlatch next week." Bart rolled his eyes and retreated to his room, not wanting to face them. Lisa was already suspicious and it was only a matter of time before she figured it out.
That, and he did not want to be reminded of his past. "It's only a matter of time." He told himself.
All right, I finally got this done. No complaining about this chapter! It's rated M for a good reason. Now we've reached the halfway point in this story. I'll get the next chapter up when I have the time, since finals are coming up.
