Alright, so I was really bored the other night, and started this. Then I couldn't remember the lines in the episode, and I got pretty cranky and started the third chapter. Then I watched the episode again, and all was good. : ) Everything's complicated . . . .
"-Yet in his eyes all the sadness of the world, those pleading eyes that both threaten and adore…" – Phantom of the Opera, Why Have You Brought Me Here?
"Now, let's stop bickering and get out of here! This dam could collapse at any minute!"
I chuckled, over hearing Bob. I opened the door, "One minute past sunrise, to be precise!" I held up the gun, waving my eyes over the children.
My, have they grown.
"Cecil?"
Oh, don't look so surprised. "Once I blow up the dam, there will be no evidence of missing concrete, and I'll walk away with fifteen million."
Lisa took a step forward. "But everyone will know you did this!"
"Perhaps . . ." I held up the gun, looking at Bob. "Or maybe they will blame the master criminal. You know, the one who's been working at the dam and holds a grudge against Springfield?"
"Now, I know Cousin Merl has had his trouble with the revenues lately, but I hardly think he's a master crim—oh. You're referring to me."
I smirked, pride controlling my actions. "Yes. I'm framing you and I'm doing a really excellent job, too." Pretty well for my first time, too.
"Wait a minute—this is all because I got to be Krusty's sidekick, isn't it?"
I shrugged. "Off the record, yes. But officially, I did it for the money." (this is for you, Maris) "Speaking of which, hand it over." I cocked the gun to Bart, taking the suitcase.
I backed out slowly but swiftly, shutting the door behind me. "Ta!" I then swore to myself and opened the door again, "By the way, I'm blowing up the dam with you inside."
"Well, obviously."
Had to make sure. I shut the door again, barely making out Bart running towards the door in the smallest crack. A second later, I heard the door rattling.
I picked up the rest of the dynamite, stuffed a picture of Maris, Neil and I in my back pocket, and got to the top of the dam. I started setting up, truly feeling on top of the world . . .
"I'm on the, the top of the world, looking down on creation, for world domination, I can fly, da-do-do-do."
Finally, I dragged the plunger to a safe spot away from the dam. "Plunger? Check. Hard hat? Check. Fifteen million dollars and a gun? Check-mate!" I waved my hand. "Good bye, Bob!" I spat out.
And, just as I lowered the lever, I heard a scream. "NO-O-O-O-O!" the person landed on top of my shoulders, covering my eyes. "Guess who?"
I almost smiled, it sounded just like her. When she inhaled helium (ONCE, on a dare from Marge when we went to the school fair and had access to the balloon stand), but it was the way the person said it. "Maris?"
He took off my hard hat and started beating me with it. I blindly tried to find something to knock the bastard off with, and, feeling something, started trying to hit him with that.
I hated the fact that what I grabbed was the suitcase full of money.
It opened, and fell off the cliff. "O-O-O-O-O-OH shoot." I reached out my hand, sighing. Bart started up again, and we continued fighting.
Finally, he did IT. He PULLED the HAIR. I growled, finally grabbing the little punk. "At last I will do what Bob never could! KILL Bart Simpson!"
"By throwing me off a dam? Isn't that a little crude for a genius like you?"
I held him out in front of me, thinking. "Ooh, I suppose it is . . ." I shrugged, "Eh. If anyone asks, I'll lie." With that, I threw him off.
I heard Lisa scream (as well as he, obviously), and saw Bob jump off the dam, holding the wire—
Wait. Wire? MY DYNAMITE!
It slipped past my ankle, making me fall and gasp. I ran back to the dam as the two fell, finally stopping and bouncing a little. I held the plunger once again as Bob turned to look up. "Cecil . . ."
His eyes pleaded with me, as did the voice.
No mercy for me, no mercy for him. I had to wear my vest, even in the summertime, just to hide that giant B on my arm. I felt my entire body run cold. "You might hear a slight ringing in your ears. Fortunately," I smiled and held up the lever, "you'll be nowhere near them."
They said something to each other, but I didn't make it out. Time seemed to freeze as I pushed down the plunger. And then, just my luck, Bob cut the wire.
I gasped again, watching them fall. Oh well. Even if I couldn't blow up the dam, I would at least watch the demise of these two. And deal with Lisa in—
"Cecil?"
I looked up at the girl I once knew, and then back down at the sound of something hitting a hollow tube. I poorly withheld laughter; Bob had fallen crotch-first on a pipe.
I turned back to Lisa, sneering. "Even if they make it out alive," I grabbed her wrist, "you won't."
She just gave me this pitiful gaze. "I know who you are."
"I'd hope so. I'm going to lead you to your demise, so."
"Well yes, I know you from this. I meant from somewhere else. I can remember you with a woman, and a little boy? He was about my age, three or four? They smelled like peaches, we were on a beach?"
I stared at her and let go, kneeling down to her level. "Y-you do?!" I was in shock for a moment, and checked my back pocket. The picture was still there, she couldn't have seen it.
"There's always a choice, Cecil. Between good and evil, there's always a choice. Don't go down the wrong road-"
"Think about why I'm doing this. Aside from Krusty's audition, think about why—"
I felt a sharp, throbbing pain in my head, and the world went black. Along with a painful migraine.
Stalling . . .
I awoke, and the police were there. The sun was up, so I hadn't been out cold for very long. An officer came up to me with hand cuffs. I stood up sighing, letting him.
Bob, as I now noticed, was standing right in front of me with his arms crossed. He sighed. "You have brought this family to shame, Cecil."
Oh, yeah freakin' RIGHT. It was ME who brought our family to shame.
"Oh, I don't relish having to write the Christmas letter this year."
I sniffed. I'd need an aspirin for the migraine. "Nor I to read it. You know Bob, all this time I thought you were a bungler, but destroying the city is far tougher than I thought."
Because of a little girl.
But it wasn't so bad. Bob was arrested as well, simply because the chief thought he had something to do with it all, despite the children sticking up for him.
I, of course, said nothing.
We got into the car, Bob yelling he was innocent. I decided to enlighten the mood . . .
"Tell them they'll live to regret it."
. . . for me. He actually did it, sticking his head out the window and yelling, "You'll live to regret this!" He realized what I did there, and accused, "Oh, great. Now I look crazy!"
I just smirked. At least we were both getting punished. My family photo was still in my back pocket, as I had a flashback of Maris at our Drama Club play of The Annual Putnam County Spelling Bee, when she was singing the I Love You Song.
Someone else (I'm pretty certain she was Evelyn Peters) and I were her parents, all three of us (and I will admit) living the part. Marge played as one of the judges, also watching Maris.
I recalled her angelic voice singing, "I lo-o-o-ove you-o-o-o-o!" That voice that reached beyond the heavens. That voice which was now in the heavens.
I thought about Lisa's final words to me. If I continued heading down this road, I would never join my family again in eternity. I sighed, thinking it through.
Bob interrupted my thoughts, "Didn't think you were going to be caught, did you?"
"Hm? Oh. No. I really wanted you to die today."
"Oh, well then. That changes everything. Love you too, little brother."
"I hope I got my feeling across, trying to kill you twice and all."
"Yes, I believe I got a clear message."
"Good then, wasn't too sure about that. Also, nice stalling decoy. Really touching to know that you're willing to use my murdered family against me."
"Who?"
I sighed. "No one important."
Biggest lie of my life.
And part 3 coming soon.
