Chapter 2: A Day in the Life...

(Before we begin, I feel the need to clear something up concerning this story's rating. It is rated M for the violence and gore I intend to put it it, NOT for anything sexual or kinky. That's not to say that sex or nudity won't pop up at some point, they might but if so it will be the same as in shows like Dexter or AHS, meant to move the plot along and NOT to be the focus of it. I understand some people might get the wrong idea about my story, given the kind of content surrounding it but rest assured, this is NOT a lemon fic! Now with that out of the way, let's begin.)

The water droplets pouring down from the shower head lessened and lessened as Lisa turned the knob until they stopped completely. She grabbed the towel hanging right outside the shower and wiped away any remaining shampoo residue near her eyes before wrapping it around herself. Still somewhat groggy from her lack of sleep, she stepped in front of the fogged-up bathroom mirror and wiped it clean with her hand. After brushing and flossing her teeth, she stepped out of the bathroom and into the somewhat sacred sanctuary that was her bedroom.

"I have got to work out a less abyssal sleep schedule." Lisa thought as she opened her closet and searched for today's outfit. After a minute or so of looking through her clothes, she settled on a green shirt with a black picture of Earth on it surrounded by the words, "There is No Planet B." and a pair of black jeans. As soon as she had gotten dressed, her mother's voice called out from downstairs.

"Lisa!" Breakfast!"

"Coming!" Lisa grabbed her backpack and rushed downstairs to join her family at the table. Upon entering the kitchen, she was greeted with the usual sight of her father and siblings already gorging themselves on her mother's creations while she remained glued to the stove. Lisa took her usual spot next to her little sister Maggie and patiently waited for her mother to place her morning meal in front of her. Today, she didn't have to wait long and as Marge set the plate down, Lisa wasted no time grabbing a fork and placing a piece of the square pancake in her mouth. It may not have been a waffle but as with most of her mother's cooking, it was delicious all the same.

"Are you alright, sweetie?" Marge asked as she placed her hand under Lisa's chin. "You look a little peaked." Age had been mostly kind to Marge Simpson. Aside from her gray beehive hairdo and a few wrinkles in her cheeks, she looked just the same as she did when Lisa was but a child. The pink and yellow flower hairclip she wore definitely helped with her beauty.

"I'm fine Mom." Lisa replied through a mouthful of pancake. "You know how I get when I'm doing homework. I just lose all track of time." Lisa thought back to her actions last night, the screaming face of Raul still fresh in her mind. She could even still feel the stench of that bastard's blood in her nostrils. It caused her to tense up, the grip on her fork becoming tight enough to bend it slightly. Lisa quickly got a hold of herself and forced her body to deactivate from its "killer mode." There was no need for it now, especially with her Mom right there staring at her.

"Leave to Lisa to lose sleep over homework." Bart commented. "You are such a loser!"

"Shut up!" Lisa snapped louder than she meant to on account of being groggy. Regardless, it failed to startle Bart who simply stuck his tongue out at his younger sister while making a L shape with his hand. Now 18 years, Bartholomew Jojo Simpson was just a few months away from graduation and a totally adult life. Despite this, he remained as childish and mischievous as ever, often finding himself in juvenile hall. Between his constant presence there and his less-than-stellar grades, it was a miracle he hadn't been held back, let alone remain eligible for graduation. On this particular day, Bart had settled for a black jacket over an orange shirt and blue jeans for an outfit.

"Bart! What have I told you about teasing your sister!?" Homer growled. Whereas age had been kind to Marge, it had been utterly cruel to Homer. His face was covered in wrinkled and what little hair he had when his children were young was now a distant memory. In their place were three liver spots resting above his ear where his biggest strand of hair once was. The five o'clock shadow on his face was beginning to fade as well.

Bart held his hands up defensibly. "Hey! I'm just trying to help man! How is Lisa supposed to get a guy and give you grandchildren if her geekitis scares all the guys away!?"

"If I decide I want a partner, male or otherwise, I'll get one my way." Lisa argued. "Besides, shouldn't you be focused on your own studies?"

"That's right Bart!" Marge agreed. "You only have a few months before graduation. You don't wanna mess that up by flunking out now."

"Eh, whatever!" Bart shoved the last bite of his pancake into his mouth and turned to Maggie. "Hey Mags, want me to teach you a new skateboarding trick after school?"

"Would I!?" Maggie's eyes lit up as she looked up to her older brother, chewed up pancake falling out of her open mouth. The youngest of the Simpson siblings had grown up to be a composite of both her brother and sister but most people only ever saw the former. On one hand, she loved skateboarding, video games, and monster movies. On the other hand, she had a soft spot for reading and mathematics that only her family knew about. As she was now 8 years old, she attended the same elementary school that her siblings did. Today, she would be wearing a tie-dye shirt and black shorts to said school.

"But Maggie," Lisa interjected. "Didn't you want me to take you to the library to check out the latest Angelica Button book today?"

"Do'h!" Maggie smacked herself on the forehead. "Ahh! Can't we do both?"

Bart chuckled and ruffled her hair. "Alright! Alright! We can placate your inner nerd on the way home and then I'll teach you how to nose slide!"

"Alright!" Maggie cheered with her arms in the air, throwing even more of her partially eaten breakfast on the table.

"Maggie! Don't talk with your mouth full!" Marge scolded with a wagging finger.

"Sorry Mom." Maggie closed her mouth and swallowed the rest of her mouthful, her cheeks bearing the slightest tint of pink.

"Well, I'm off to work!" Homer got up from the table, planted a kiss on his wife's cheek, and left for the door.

"Good-bye Homie!" Marge called out as her husband left the house. She then turned to the kids. "You all should be getting ready to go as well. Maggie, your school bus will be here any minute!"

"Right!" Maggie jumped away from the table and back into her room to pack her things while Bart and Lisa hastily finished their breakfast. By now, Lisa had more or less fully woken up and the anger and carnage from last night seemed like a distant memory. Her family might drive her nuts but spending even a few minutes caught up in their antics was usually enough for Lisa to retether herself to her normal life. At least, until her next victim reared their ugly head.

Then the beast would get to play again.


"I know its a moot point but do try to not get detention today Bart." Lisa asked. "Maggie's really looking forward to that skateboarding lesson.

"Relax Lis!" Bart reassured her. "I won't let Mags down. She's my favorite sister!"

"Good to know." Lisa replied dryly. The two Simpson siblings were taking their usual route to Springfield High. It wasn't exactly a comfortable walking distance from Evergreen Terrence but as all of the funding for school buses went to Springfield Elementary, those who attended this school had to walk. Lisa found a quiet joy in walking to and from school everyday. Not only was she not contributing to the Ozone Layer's destruction by using her feet in place of a car but she was able to take in the fresh air and greenery all around her. Bart, on the other hand, could not take a single step without strangling Superintendent Chalmers in his head. Part of him couldn't wait to get to class if only so that he could sit his ass in a chair and not have to walk for 45 minutes.

As the pair turned the corner, they found themselves standing before the school. It was a modest building to say the least, a harsh brown color scheme with rusted trim. An American Flag flapped proudly in the wind and resting underneath it was a statue of a puma in attack mode. The parking lot was already overflowing with students waiting to be let in, some chatting with their friends while other listened to music or watched videos on their phones to pass the time. As soon as Bart and Lisa stepped onto the lot, the bell rang, signaling the beginning of the school day and causing the teens to herd into the building.

"Well, I'll see you later Lis!" Bart waved farewell as he walked off into the crowd.

"See ya! And don't get in trouble!" Lisa shouted after her brother before entering the building herself. The hallways were an ugly salmon color but Lisa paid it no mind as she walked through them in search of her locker. Once she found the green safe haven for her personal belongings, she opened it up and placed her extra books inside while taking a single history book out. It was her first class of the day and to her, the most annoying to sit through. It wasn't that it was a hard subject for Lisa. Not at all. It just bothered her that history was written by the winners regardless of how morally bankrupt they were and she always felt dirty after forcing herself to sing their praises by partaking in this class. Sometimes, she wondered if she should have pulled the lid on the truth of Jebediah Springfield after all.

"Hey bestie!" A familiar voice greeted Lisa from behind her locker. Closing the door, Lisa smiled at the sight of her friend Allison Taylor standing before her. The fellow A student was clad in a maroon jacket and blouse with a tan shirt underneath. The black glasses she had been wearing since age 12 sat crooked on her nose, a mistake she corrected at once with some slight adjusting. "You excited for the big game this Friday?"

"Boy am I?" Lisa replied gleefully. "The first game with my brand new saxophone!" Lisa and Allison were both in band class and while both excelled in the saxophone, it was Lisa who ultimately wound up with that chair. Luckily for Allison, she had become quite proficient with the flute and grabbed that chair rather easily. Although it was an on and off thing for a while, Lisa and Allison's friendship blossomed in junior high. "I can't wait to break it in!"

"Same here!" Allison agreed. "I've been dying to use my new flute!"

"Oh! What is that awful sound stinking up the hallways!?" Another familiar voice called out, one less pleasing to Lisa's ears. "It must be band geek talk!"

With a heavy sigh, Lisa turned to face the unwelcome commenter. "Good morning to you too, Jessica.

The raven-haired daughter of Reverend Lovejoy uttered a mock gasp at Lisa's forced greeting. "Oh my God! It speaks people!" The two girls standing behind her, Janey and Alex, burst into laughter at her comment. All three of the girls were dressed in the latest fashion which for the next few weeks consisted of spaghetti tops and zip-up skirts. In addition to theses, Jessica wore a gold cross around her neck. She was the most popular girl in school and ruled the student body with an iron fist, at least, those who gave a crap about such things. Lisa was not one of those people.

"Don't have anything better to do than to harass band students?" Allison hissed.

"I suppose you're right." Jessica agreed. "I should be preparing for the big game myself. After all, I am the lead cheerleader and after Friday's game, I'm finally gonna get that Nelson Muntz under my pom-poms if you catch my drift."

Lisa rolled her eyes. "How superficial. You only want Nelson because he's the quarterback! Why don't you try dating for love like an actual human being!?"

"Oh my! It would seem she's devolved back to her primitive language. What a shame!" More laughter roared from Jessica's cronies as all three girls walked away.

"Oh! How I hate her!" Allison grunted. "She thinks she's all that!"

"Well if by that you mean entitled and bitchy then yeah, she is all that." Lisa replied. She and Allison looked into each other's eyes, laughed, and made their way to their first-period class.


Bart scratched his head as he stood before his locker, trying to remember its combination. "Was it 1998 or 1990? Dammit! Why can't these things just come with face recognition? We have the technology!"

"Hey Bart!" Milhouse greeted as he walked up to the struggling Simpson. If time had been cruel to Bart's father, it had been utterly sadistic to Milhouse. His face was riddled with acne and his lanky body could barely survive warm-up exercises in gym. Nevertheless, Bart remained his friend and Lisa remained the object of his affections, much to her chagrin. Today, he was wearing a blue and black swiped shirt, green slacks, and a red cap. "Forgot your locker combination again?"

"Yeah!" Bart admitted. "I swear it's like they want me to flunk!"

"You saved it on your phone remember?" Milhouse replied. "You told me to remind you the next time you forgot."

Bart shot Milhouse a bemused look before checking his phone and searching through his memos. "Aye Caramba! You're right!" Bart quickly unlocked his locker and took out his math books. "How could I forget that!?"

"You came up with the idea when you were drunk." Milhouse reminded him. "You were going on and on about how you wished you studied like Lisa."

"Milhouse, I love you but please don't spread such harmful slander." Bart uttered as he closed his locker. "Come on, we'll be late for class." Bart and Milhouse made their way to the next hall where their first class of the day would be held. Standing by the doorway to said class was another familiar face. "Well, well, if it ain't the captain of the football team! Sup Nelson!?"

Nelson turned to the approaching boys and waved. The unfortunate passing of his friends, Dolph, Jimbo and Kearney resulted in Nelson giving up his bullying ways and devoting all of his pent-up aggression to exercise instead. This led to his fat turning into muscle and the kids he once terrorized slowly but surely becoming his friends. Today, he was covering these muscles with a leather jacket with a red shirt underneath and ripped blue jeans. "Sup dinguses. How's it hanging?"

"Almost didn't make it thanks to my total bitch of a locker." Bart muttered. "What about you? Ready for Friday night?"

Nelson smiled. "You know it! If we win, I'm thinking of asking one of the Mackleberry twins out!"

"The Mackleberry twins?" Bart and Milhouse gasped. "No offense Nelson but why on Earth would you want to date the twins from the Shining?"

"What can I say, goths are hot nowadays." Nelson shrugged his shoulders, his eyes widening as they glanced past his friends. "Oh shit! Here they come!"

All three boys watched as the Mackleberry Twins walked past them. The violet-haired girls were clad in matching black outfits consisting of tank tops, miniskirts and veils covering their arms. Black eyeliner and lipstick adorned their eyes and lips respectively and around their necks they wore silver crescents.

"M-Morning ladies." Nelson greeted as they walked through the doorway.

"Mourning." They both whispered in unison as they entered the classroom.

"I will never understand goths." Bart shook his head, only to freak out when the bell rang. "Oh shit! Class is starting!" Bart, Milhouse and Nelson shoved each other as they tried to enter the classroom before the bell stopped ringing.


The rest of the day went well for both Bart and Lisa. Somehow, Bart was able to keep himself from getting detention this time, possibly given a little incentive with quality with Maggie on the line. That's not to say he didn't cause trouble as Mr. Lackstar would attest when he sat on a whoopee cushion first thing in the morning. Whether he was a kid or a teen, Bart was still a prankster at heart. As for Lisa, the day was filled with the usual schoolwork and reading. Every so often, she would find herself thinking back to last night and every time, she quickly banished the thought from her head. It served her no better to think of such things in school as than it would at home.

Once the bell let out, Bart and Lisa joined the herd of students as they flocked out of the building. Looking around for a clear path to Springfield Elementary, Lisa spotted two more familiar faces sitting on a bench.

"Now listen carefully Ralph," The person once known as Martin Prince explained. "If I have four apples and I give you two, how many would I have left? Think carefully."

Ralph Wiggum struggled with the question, trying to turn his friend's words into images in his head. At last, however, he came to a conclusion. "You would have two apples left!"

His friend rose her hands in the air. "By George! That's right!"

"Huh! I didn't know Martin was still helping out with the special ED students." Bart commented.

"Bart!" Lisa shouted. "What the hell's wrong with you?"

"W-What'd I do?" Bart asked.

"You just dead named Marsha!" She explained. "Don't you remember when she came out last year?"

"Shit! You're right! Sorry!" Bart replied. "I'm still struggling with keeping track of who's LGBT nowadays. It's kinda hard."

"No it's not!" Lisa started counting off with her fingers. "L means lesbian, G means gay male, B means bisexual and T means transgender. It's not rocker science Bart!"

"Right, right, " Bart twiddled his thumbs. "And uh...which one are you again?"

Lisa shot Bart a disappointed but unsurprised look. "B."

"Right right!" Bart nervously scratched the back of his head. "Man, this politically correct stuff is a real pain in the ass. Sorry I'm not woke."

Lisa giggled. "Hey, you remembered that I was part of the LGBT. That's something."

Bart smiled. "Hey you're right!" Suddenly, he pointed at Lisa and laughed. "Haha! You're gay!"

"Bisexual."

"Same diff."

"No its not!" Bart and Lisa playfully argued about what constituted as gay while making their way toward Springfield Elementary. The discussion was only stopped by Maggie's voice calling out to them from the playground. Both Simpson siblings turned to see the youngest of their brood run up to them, a slightly bloodied bandage on her left knee. "Oh no!" Lisa cried. "Maggie what happened?"

"I just got into another fight with that jackass Gerald," Maggie answered. "I'm fine!"

"Aye! Again with Gerald." Bart moaned. "Why don't you just admit your feelings and kiss him already?"

Maggie blushed. "I don't have any feelings for him other than hate!" She shouted. "He's a jerk!"

"Bart, don't tease Maggie!" Lisa scolded as she lightly smacked Bart over the head.

"Ow! Ok, ok!" Bart rubbed the back of his head with a mumble as he turned to his youngest sister. "So Mags, wanna stop for a Squishee on the way home?"

Maggie's eyes brightened again. "Do I!?"


After a 30-minute trip to the library, mostly thanks to Lisa losing herself in the books, The Simpson siblings made their way to the Kwik-E-Mart. The building was more or less the same as it always had been with the only real external difference being the gas station outside. Upon stepping inside, the trio was greeted by Sanjay as he wiped the counter clean. "Welcome Simpsons! The usual?"

"You know it Sanjay!" Bart chimed. "And make mine extra large!"

"Very well!" Sanjay went to work preparing Squishees for the siblings. After his brother Apu had been shot and killed by Snake Jailbird four years ago, he took it upon himself to run the Kwik-E-Mart and support his sister-in-law and children. Luckily, with Snake behind bars for life, the job of convenience store clerk wasn't nearly as dangerous as it had been in his brother's time and he had even made extra money coming up with new flavors for the Squishee. Once the frozen refreshments were ready, he slid them onto the counter toward their designated drinkers. "For Bart, an extra-large Blueberry Blizzard Blast!"

"A badass name for a badass beverage." Bart smiled as he took a sip.

"For Lisa, a Strawberry Bubble Gum Dream, 100% vegan of course!" He pushed the Squishee toward Lisa.

"Wouldn't have it any other way!" Lisa chirped as she grabbed the drink.

"And for little Maggie, a Sour Apple and Tiger Blood Tornado with pickle slices!" He shoved the drink right into the waiting hands of the youngest Simpson child.

"I still can't understand how you can drink that," Lisa commented. "I'm getting a stomach ache just looking at it."

"What can I say, I love sour!" Maggie took a big sip, wincing at the assault the drink made on her taste buds. "Hurts so good!"

"You're crazy!" Lisa ruffled her little sister's head as she and Bart waved goodbye to Sanjay.

"Thank you and please come again!"

As the trio made their way out of the store, Lisa happened to glance at the newspaper box to the left of the entrance way. It amazed her that, even in this day and age, people were still reading the newspaper. But what really caught her attention was the headline sitting directly above a haunting picture of the man she killed last night.

ANIMAL AVENGER STRIKES AGAIN!


"The Animal Avenger strikes again! I'm Kent Brockman, here to bring you the grisly details of the latest crime committed by Springfield's most vile serial killer!" It was evening in the Simpson household and everyone was seated on the couch, aside from Bart who lay on the floor. After they had come back from school, Bart and Maggie spent the rest of the day until supper time practicing tricks on their skateboards, Bart remaining true to his word and teaching Maggie how to nose slide on the curb. Lisa, on the other hand, went straight for her homework. She didn't have plans for today and intended on making up for the sleep lost last night if she could help it. Tonight's dinner was a simple but delicious meatloaf with Lisa enjoying an extra helping of salad instead. After dinner, the family sat down in the living room for their almost daily hour of television. In some ways, the TV was like another member of the family. Always was and always would be.

"I'm currently standing on the outskirts of Springfield Forest where the ghastly remains of not one, not two, but seven young men were found, all brutally slain. The police were able to tie these men to Springfield's underground dog fighting ring, thus linking the crime to the vicious vigilante known as the Animal Avenger."

"Oh my..." Marge shook her head. "How horrible."

"I know," Homer said through a mouthful of pudding. "Someone outta find that psycho and fry his ass in the electric chair!"

"Here we go again." Lisa thought miserably as she rested her head against her hand. It was always like this when the news covered the aftermath of her hunts. Her family would start blindly chastising the killer that lived among them without ever considering what her victims did to deserve their fate. Lisa would never insist what she did was good and just, she knew taking human life was wrong, but just once she wished her "victims" would share in the negative spotlight as well.

"I'm here with Police Chief Clancy Wiggum who says he has a few choice words for the Animal Avenger." On the TV, Kent held his mic out in front of Wiggum's face. Both men had not aged well since Lisa's childhood. Kent wasn't as successful as he used to be and couldn't afford the lavish makeup he once used to cover his aging face, thus his wrinkles and mole on his nose was quite apparent. Wiggum, on the other hand, was almost twice as big as Homer. Lisa wondered how his fat ass even fit into the driver's seat of his cruiser. She winced as the tub of lard hacked a wad of spit into the ground before facing the screen. "Yes, We will find you Animal Avenger! Maybe not today! Maybe not tomorrow! Definitely not on Friday night. That's the big game! But we will find you and when we do, all the animals in the world won't be able to save you!"

"Ummmm...alright." Keny pulled the mic back to his lips. "To end things on a lighter note, the dogs that the deranged killer stole from the murdered men were found safe and sound in front of the Springfield Animal Shelter unharmed. The shelter assured our station that despite their aggressive upbringing. Both dogs will be perfectly adoptable by next week."

"Phew!" Lisa wiped her brow. "That's a relief. At least those dogs will be ok."

"Yeah but the same can't be said for those poor men." Homer wept. "Those poor boys...taken before their time!"

"Dad, you do realize they were dogfighters right? As in they raised and forced dogs to kill each other for money."

"So? Dogfighting's cool!" Bart commented. Whether it was meant to be a joke or not, Lisa couldn't even tell.

"Lisa," Marge seemed shocked. "You're not saying they deserved what happened to them are you?"

"All I'm saying is that I don't feel sorry for them." Lisa replied.

"Well you should!" Marge scolded. "Even if they were bad people, they were still people and killing is wrong, no matter the reason!"

Lisa felt her blood boil. "If that's the case, why do you all still eat meat? Oh that's right! Killing's only wrong when it's a human being but if it's anything other than that then by all means, we can kill it! Torture it too while you're at it! Why not!? It's just a stupid fucking animal, you fucking goddamn hypocrites!" is what Lisa felt like screaming at that moment. But instead, she simply let out a sigh and forced herself to relax.

"No Lisa's right!" Maggie spoke out. "Those needle dicks got what they deserved!"

"Maggie!" Marge gasped. "Where did you learn such language?"

"Bart." She replied.

"Bart!" Homer shouted, prompting the 18-year old to jump to his feet

"Gotta run!" He rushed out of the house as his father tried to chase after him. He didn't make it past the kitchen doorway before his hip cracked and he fell to the floor writhing in agony. "Do'h! Osteoporosis!"

"Well, I should be going to bed." Lisa got up from the couch as well. "Gotta help with the banner for Friday's football game tomorrow."

"Good night, sweetie." Lisa gave her mom a peck on the cheek, ruffled Maggie's hair once more and made her way upstairs. She closed the door behind her and collapsed on her bed, taking deep breaths to let out the pent up aggression she felt inside. Of course, Lisa felt absolutely no desire to hurt her family but at times like these, she wish she could just scream at them, curse at them, outright tell them that she was the Animal Avenger just so they'd realized that they were harboring the very vigilante whose blood they bayed for.

"I'm no hero. I don't wanna be! But when they mourn over those assholes and condemn me I just...ugh! I hate it so much!" Lisa grabbed her pillow and screamed into it. She then let it fall to the side and laid there on her bed, closing her eyes to the world that hated her but loved the monsters she destroyed. Suddenly, she felt a warm, furry weight on her chest and opened her eyes to see a fluffy orange tabby staring down at her with its bright green eyes.

"Aristotle." She beamed. "Always there to the rescue when I'm feeling down, huh boy?" The tabby tomcat purred loudly at he licked Lisa's face and curled up next to her head. Lisa turned and pressed her ear against Aristotle's side, losing herself in the droning hum of his purring. "How did it come to this?" She thought as she closed her eyes once more, not to sleep, but rather to reflect. "How did I, Lisa Simpson, sweet innocent little Lisa Simpson, end up silting throats and slashing stomachs?" Her brows furrowed as the answer came to her.

"It's all thanks...to that man...that horrible...horrible man!"

(Yeah. Gonna stop it right there. I know it might be a little early to give to the origin story for Lisa's bloody pastimes but I figured I might as well let you know sooner rather than later so you understand how Lisa ended up like this. The next chapter will be her origin story and let's just say it involved a certain..."charity"

And yes, Lisa is bi and Marsha is transgender in this fic. I'm not LGBT myself but I do consider myself an ally and this stuff is semi-canon. Don't believe me? Look it up.

Again, just to clarify, this story is rated M because it's bloody and dark, NOT because it's porn. So if you're looking for that kinda shit, go somewhere else!

But if you'd rather have this story, feel free to follow ad maybe even leave a review! Bye-bye for now!)