He blends into the crowd of kids hiding out in the back. The group of children heard the fire alarms going off. Cops were parked all around the building. They were asking everybody to step back. The principal was watching the school with utter confusion. Why had the fire alarm been pulled? He glared suddenly walking towards the Simpson boy. Bart had his eyes on the ground looking at nothing in particular. He looked up catching sight of his Principal's loafers.
"Simpson, did you do this?"
He asked, it had to either be the under achiever or Nelson.
"I did, Sir."
His pupils stayed hypnotic. Principal Skinner was about to give him detention when the chief of police cut in.
"Don't point the finger at the kid just yet. Not until you see what me and the boys found inside."
Wiggum turned his head at the children who followed.
"Kids you won't want to see this."
The children started to whisper amungst themselves. They talked about what could possibly be in there. One kid mentioned a Ufo and another, a locker that sucks people into Hell. Chief Wiggum led the teachers and Principal over to where the nurse's office was. He kicked a box over spilling out contents. He picked up a sweater studying it with a scowl. The teachers were looking nervously over his shoulder. Wiggum continued to study the sweater.
"Uh, Chief Wiggum? Where's the crime scene?"
The Principal asked confused to why he wasn't showing them. Chief Wiggum turns throwing the sweater over his shoulder.
"Somebody lost a really nice sweater." The teachers sighed and face palmed shaking their heads. Lou, the other cop was puzzled. He taps the Chief.
"We should show them the real thing now, Chief."
Wiggumed rolled his eyes, glaring at Lou.
"Oh and this is not a real crime? There's a stitching of a unicorn on it." He pointed out.
The teachers started to protest this idiotic argument between the cops. Finally, Wiggum was leading them into the horrific sight. He pulls open the door to Bart's class room. On the hooks dangling were arms strung up. Blood slid onto the wooden floor. Boxes were stacked all over the classroom. Some even on desks near the back. The Principal got out his army knife he had. He slowly cut open the packaged box sitting on the teacher's desk. He pulled out a plastic yellow sign that said caution: wet floor. The teachers were stunned with silence. They expected something much worse. Even though the arms were a interesting view enough. The rest of the teachers and police opened the others one by one. More, caution: Wet floor signs?! This was staring to become freaky like the Twilight Zone. Everybody took a box back outside of the school with them.
Lisa was in shock at all of the boxes. Those poor trees, they were used for evil. She was standing right beside her brother, she turned her head.
"Bart I am worried about what is happening. You are not yourself lately and now our."
She gestures her hands over to the building.
"School is thrown into the mix."
Bart stares directly into her eyes. She shuddered at the way he was looking. She thought if she talked to Bart, he would stop acting so...sociopathic.
"Lis sometimes things happen that we can never change or look back on."
She sighed in relief, well he was acting kind of like Bart.
"But, people have to die."
The tension appeared all around her again. He could not be serious could he? She failed to remember he was not the brother she knew and loved even if he had faults. She frowned, he was serious whether she wanted to believe he was still her ill mannered brother or not. All she could do was save him. She narrowed her eyes.
"I am not giving up on you!"
She shook him by the shoulders.
"We will be a happy family again."
She whispered, hugging onto him. Her eyes widen when she saw Bart surprisingly squeezed back. She kept her own arms wrapped around her brother wanting to protect him from the dark forces. The hug was shortly broken when he had squeezed her to the point where he could crush her bones. She struggled to escape Bart's grip.
"Bart your embrace is hurting. Could you tone it down?"
The older brother only pulled her closer. He whispered,
"We will not be a happy family. I'm going to make damn sure of it."
He pushes her down a hill. Lisa's eyes widened at the rake that was sitting carelessly on the ground. She buries her face in her arm not wanting to see her fate. She soundlessly tumbles the rest of the way down. When she had stopped, she took her arm off her face. She looked around, did Bart suceed in disposing of me? She sighed in relief realizing she had landed next to the rake. Her leg was tangling though. She picked herself off the ground hissing when she tried to get her leg up. She rubbed at her leg but noticed, a big bloody gash.
"Egh. "
She drags her leg unable to lift it. She was actually considerablly lucky she thought. He could of sliced her leg in two. But he didn't. Was maybe a piece of her brother still in there? She wanted so much to believe it. She missed him, even the stupid arguments he created. She grunts pushing off on her other leg. She needed to do some research on the graveyard her Dad left him at. She meant it, when she said she was going to save him. She gasped a loud when she spotted Milhouse was with Bart. They were passing her by, she put a hand in the air.
"Milhouse, stop! Bart is..."
She looked down searching for a word that would not cause Milhouse to scream.
" Sick!"
Milhouse glanced at him naively.
"He doesn't look sick."
Lisa frowned at the foolishness he was buying.
"Well he is, the disease is contagious!"
Bart put a hand on Milhouse's chest.
"Don't listen to my sister. She doesn't know when to shut up."
He looked over his shoulder, glaring. She glared back showing him she was willing to fight for his soul. He slides his finger across his neck. He made a cccc sound pointing silently at her.
"I am not scared of you Bart! You can throw me down steep hills or lock me up in a crawl space, but I will stay true to my word."
Bart just scoffed going back to guiding Milhouse to his grave.
