Maggie watched her sister leave the house, it was just her and her mother now. She shivered as the door open, the silhouette was clearly the devil herself.
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Lisa sighed, she forgot her money. Now she has to go all the way back to the house from the mall by foot, she shook her head and started back.
Lisa took it slow and let the much wanted and very welcomed clouds shadow her, she smiled as she felt a rain drop. Within minutes it started to rain, not that she mind it. After the long walk she made it to her house, she looked over to a small area that once kept Bart's skateboard safe.
Being sentimental is hard on one's emotional state, especially when the police had found the body of your brother.
Opening the door Lisa was greeted by her mother's voice, speaking of something stupid and saying that "it" is wrong, whatever it is. Lisa was confused but the other sound made it through her psyche, it was someone screaming and crying.
That's when it finally clicked.
"MAGGIE!" she shouted as she rushed up the stairs, the screaming and crying and the insane babbling grew louder and louder. Lisa was about to rush in when something shinny caught her eye, something in the closet. Something that she could use to defend herself with.
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Maggie huddle into a corner, she could feel the bruises forming and blood slipping from the cuts on her body. Her mother was holding a long, narrow steel rod, Marge was breathing hard from all the screaming about how her kind was filthy and ruining humanity for the rest of them.
"Do you still prefer women?" Marge asked, "you like them? Can't stand a boys crotch?"
Maggie closed her eyes, she shivered as she repressed her tears. "I don't like them" she said, "boys are too strange."
Marge's eye twitch, she raised the rod over her head, this was going to be the killing blow and Maggie knew it.
"Please don't!" Maggie shouted, "don't kill me!"
The rod came down, Maggie put all of her strength into this one strike. Only to have it block by the item itself, the one that killed Bart three years ago, the one that appeared at the bottom of the bed, the same one that disappeared from the car trunk. It was the same item that had saved Maggie's life. And it was being held by Lisa.
The item in question is a swept hilt rapier.
"The weapon" Maggie said, the other two looked at her. Maggie felt tears rolling down her checks as she looked over the thin sword, she knew what this was.
"The weapon that Bart was killed with" Maggie said more clearly. Marge loosen her grip on the rod, her mind winding about from this reviolation.
"You knew!" Marge said, she felt her anger grow. She backed away from her two daughters, she gnashed her teeth as it started to make some sense. Maggie followed her and Bart to the inn some how, and seen her stab and decapitate him. For three long years the little girl knew about it and wanted justice to be brought to her older brother, and that meant mind games.
"Stay back!" Lisa warned, she kept the rapier point to the floor. "If you come near ether of us your dead!"
"Freaks!" Marge said, "I've raised freaks! One is a buhdist and the other is gay, it's all your fault I don't have the perfect Christian family!"
"No" Maggie said, Lisa move close to her side to protect her. "It not ones fault we turn out more human, you are a monster! You killed Bart! You beat me up! You sleep around with men! And you blame us?"
Marge growled, she charge forward. Lisa grabbed Maggie and pulled her aside with her, Marge missed them both destroyed the wall. Maggie looked into her mother's blood lust filled eyes and shivered as she and her sister got up, the ran out of the door with Marge hot on their trail. Lisa manage to block a overhead bash with the sword and throw the crazy woman off balance, they ran downstairs.
"Lisa this way!" Maggie grabbed Lisa's hand despite the injuries she has and yank her towards the kitchen. "Into the basement!"
"What?!" Lisa said, "she'll get us there!"
"Trust me" Maggie said as she lead her sister through the doorway. She slammed the door shut and locked it, then placed three metal bars over it, one on top, on in the middle and one on the bottom.
The house was deathly silent, it seemed nothing was moving upstairs. Lisa thought this was a bad idea, she wanted to voice her protest but something deep down said other wise. The only sound in the air was of the two breathing, Maggie eyed the door. Then they heard footsteps, and then a loud noise and the door vibrate a bit.
"Son of a bitch!" their mother shouted from the other side, several more loud sounds and more cursing was heard.
"I remember since we have a lot of people breaking down our doors" Maggie said as she descended the stairway, "dad placed a solid titanium door up, it's covered in wood to give the illusion of it being a flimsy thing."
If we headed out the front door Lisa thought as she stare at the door, she would have shot us regardless of who was watching.
Maggie retrieve a first aid kit from a cabinet above the washer. Sitting on the floor she started to patch herself up, Lisa was leaning against the wall watching her sister letting her mind soak up what information that was just given to her. Marge killed Bart and Maggie saw it, she knew but didn't come forward with the information.
The last part makes sense Lisa thought, if I was in her predicament I would be terrified to even eep out a word of it.
"She's gonna be out there a while" Maggie said, "once she puts her mind to something like this she sticks with it."
"Maggie" Lisa pushed away from the wall, "are you going to be... Alright?" That wasn't the word she wanted to use but it was close enough, Lisa kneeled next to her baby sister and gave her a embracing hug. Despite the pain Maggie hugged back, she cried as the night was relived in her mind.
There was a knock at the door and a voice came through, "open up, this is the police!"
Lisa blinked as Maggie got up and walked over to the windows, she saw several police car outside on the lawn. She ran up the stairs and began to undo the bars and locks, Lisa was about to stop her when the door open and a man in a blue uniform appeared.
"What happen to you?" The officer said.
The Simpson children told their stories as quickly as they could, they were taken to the station to sort out what happened.
After all was said and done it was clear:
Marge Simpson was clinically insane.