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How it all began, part 1The water flows. The wind blows. The siren howls. How had she got in this situation? Why did she go alone here? The view of success was murky anyway. Maybe she would still have to wait for a while. However, now she hung here. High over the river. One could feel splashing the water even by this height. Just like Mumbo felt her quick heartbeat by the rope. His hand still held the rope, on which Malfuria hang tangled in fear of death. Bob stood behind him. His eyes were anxiously directed to the young woman. His right hand held on the left arm. Now and then he rubbed them over the whole arm. He got cold and worried. Worried about Malfuria, but aHow it all began, part 1 by *Malfuriana

Being Bob, Act XIII by ~Nevuela

Being Bob, Act XII by ~Nevuela

Crazy III"Evil is always devising more corrosive misery through man's restless need to exact revenge out of his hate" ~Ralph Steadman

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When Lisa came back to the mental hospital she wasn't so shocked to see that Bart's attempt not only didn't work, but had gotten him locked up in solitary confinement.

"I'm sorry, but in his current metal state we cannot allow Bart to receive visitors" the receptionist said. "Then can I at least talk to the doctor who ordered it, maybe say a few words to him on Bart's behalf" Lisa said.

"I'm sorry but if you wish to talk to Dr. Warren about a patent then you must come back with your parCrazy III by *Shanster12

Crazy II"Insanity is often the logic of an accurate mind overtasked" ~Oliver Wendell Holmes

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"Bart, are you finally ready to talk about this?" A grief therapist asked.

Bart looked at the burns on his arms; he knew that they would be permanent but everyone tried to convince him they would heal over time. He didn't believe that for a second.

"Why, every time I try to tell you the truth you think I'm making it up and would rather sedate me than even try to look into my story" Bart said, not looking the therapist in the eye. He saw through her instantly, she was pretty, just out of college and was eager to impress the real Crazy II by *Shanster12

Lisa and Cecil 21-30 by ~ACompanyofSwans

Lisa and Cecil 11-20 by ~ACompanyofSwans

Being Bob, Act XI by ~Nevuela

Being Bob, Act X by ~Nevuela

Persistent Justice - Ch. 8Ch 8

"A visitor?" Bob wore a very dull expression on his face as he sat up. "Oh joy," he mumbled with heavy sarcasm, "I wonder who it could be! Perhaps Krusty the Clown! Or maybe Apu…" He stood up from his 'bed', wincing at how his back protested in agony. Maybe he was better off sleeping on the ground; same difference, just high elevation for the bed.

He headed towards the door and gave a soft sigh. Was he ready to face Lisa after such thoughts? Probably not but what other choice did he have? He wanted to go in there and find out if she had gotten evidence that would prove his innocence. He needed to go there and confront her and her Persistent Justice - Ch. 8 by ~LilyHellsing

Persistent Justice - Ch. 7Ch 7

Prison was often compared to school by numerous people.

They both had fences, although school 'claimed' to say it was for their own protection. They both had horrible food half the time. They both had older people watching them closely almost like hawks. They both have dress codes or even uniforms that their prisoners hate. And they both have schedules that basically control your life.

You had a certain time in the morning you had to wake up every day, you had to dress and groom and eat before transportation to school; same with prison. You had a few minutes before class and between classes to talk to your friends, and then once you hPersistent Justice - Ch. 7 by ~LilyHellsing

Persistent Justice - Ch. 6Ch 6

So many hours had passed.

Lisa arrived at her old home around 7 PM, not having realized how long it took to visit Bob and gather her evidence. Her parents briefly checked up on her, her mother giving her a quick filling dinner, before they headed off to bed early. It was plain to see just how sick Marge was with grief, both figuratively and physically.

After munching on her mother's delicious chicken soup, amazed and appreciating the homemade meal once more, she sat down in her room. How she would miss her comfortable bed and the warm food once she returned to college! Pushing aside those thoughts for now, Lisa lay on her bed with papPersistent Justice - Ch. 6 by ~LilyHellsing

Persistent Justice - Ch. 5Ch 5

There was a long moment of silence between the two adults. It wasn't that Bob was debating if he should tell her; it wasn't that he was making up details; it wasn't that he was trying to mock and annoy her. He merely got sucked into everyone's favorite past time of when they see someone for the first time in years; studying them.

Her hair was no longer spiky like an overgrown porcupine. After growing out of her teenage years, she finally had the mind and the money to style it to where it grew almost to her shoulders, pushing toward her. She looked quite mature, refined. Her ears were pieced with a pair of small flowers that was dark puPersistent Justice - Ch. 5 by ~LilyHellsing

Persistent Justice Ch. 4Ch 4

"Lisa, what are you doing today?" Marge asked as she served a duo of bacon and eggs to her first daughter. Homer sat there in silence, reading over the newspaper as though it were a normal day routine. Funny how Lisa never saw him do such a thing daily…perhaps he started when the kids moved out; after all, who could read with such noise?

Stabbing her eggs with a fork, she grimaced inwardly. Why did every hint of stabbing something or poking something remind her of her brother's murder? Although she wasn't there when it happened, she could picture it all and hated the see the image at such times.

Ignoring that, she took a bite andPersistent Justice Ch. 4 by ~LilyHellsing

Persistent Justice Ch. 3Ch. 3

"We the jury find the defendant…guilty! Ah ha ha." Old and gray Dr. Hibbert stood, the laugh at the end purely instinctive as breathing. Of course this accidental laugh was far from being comical and it certainly did not lighten the dark tense mood.

Several people clapped and cheered. "At last!" They cried out for justice served. Others stood up and just started to leave, whispering to their friends what they thought of the trial process. Some smiled but remained quiet, lingering in their seats to watch a horror stricken ex clown be taken away. Lisa and Marge just sat there, wiping their eyes as though the tears were involuntary;Persistent Justice Ch. 3 by ~LilyHellsing

Persistent Justice Ch. 2Ch. 2

A four hour flight sitting next to a baby who was teething, sitting behind a man who liked to sleep with his chair pushed back, and sitting in front of an alcoholic who was snapping for more beer wasn't Lisa's picture perfect day. It was five in the morning when she dragged herself out of bed, having only gotten two hours of sleep since she spent the night crying, looking at old scrapbooks, thinking of old memories. By the time six AM rolled around, she entered a four hour flight that was from Hell.

Here was the good news; this flight took her mind off of the recent news of her brother's murder and the reason why she was on it in the Persistent Justice Ch. 2 by ~LilyHellsing

Persistent Justice Ch. 1 PERSISTANT JUSTICE FOR AN EX-CLOWN

Ch. 1

I was watching the episode where Bob rigs the elections and had an idea. That and the fact that I'm trying to procrastinate reading Julius Caesar, I decided to write the idea into a short story! It's something of a romantic tragedy…

Idea: An 18 year old Lisa Simpson enters college in hopes of becoming a scientist. Sideshow Bob, roughly early to mid 40's, is in jail…again. What for this time? He finally killed Bart Simpson!

But wait! Bob has an alibi for the night Bart died. Despite everyone ignoring his pleas and evidence of him being innocent for once, a young girl hesitates to assume hPersistent Justice Ch. 1 by ~LilyHellsing

Ice Heart Melts With Warmth 35Ch 35
"Bart?" A voice called from far, far away. "Bart?" It echoed, or seemed to at least. Bart moaned softly and turned away. Where was the voice coming from though? Was it coming from that long dark tunnel he saw with colorful spots in it? Or was it just his subconscious mind, trying to tell him it was well past noon.

That explained the heat on his body. At first he thought a fire had started, especially since he lived in a house with Homer Simpson for a good portion of his life. But after feeling no pain, he began to think he lay near a window. However, if he was bathing in sunlight, that meant two things. One, he should have seen some sIce Heart Melts With Warmth 35 by ~LilyHellsing

Ice Heart Melts With Warm 34 by ~LilyHellsing

Ice Heart Melts With Warmth 33Ch 33

For the rest of the day, Bart was smiling. Something about accomplishing such a task, to drive two people one, and finishing what he started made him feel happy, proud even. Part of him wanted to avoid both the wife and son but decided against it. He needed to keep an eye on Gino and an ear open just in case the little brat decided to spill what he had saw.

When nightfall came, he glanced up at Bob's office. He had stayed in there all day except for bathroom breaks. Looking at the door, he smirked to see Francesca with one bag and Gino with two. The front door closed, hiding and locking them out. I could go on and on, talking about deIce Heart Melts With Warmth 33 by ~LilyHellsing

Ice Heart Melts With Warmth 32Ch 32

Bart could only wear a very smug grin as he watched the young boy turned a pale green. Whether he was fighting the urge to vomit or was just in plain shock, or perhaps both, Bart just knew that his plan had worked. He felt so strong, so powerful at this moment!

Suddenly, Gino ran down the stairs but hesitated. He made sure he was in the living room or kitchen area before crying. Even then, his cries were soft to where they wouldn't echo loudly upstairs. It was obvious, Bart smirked as he leaned on the stair railing, that he didn't want to make his father come down here.

"Mama!" He cried out as the woman picked him up and held him cloIce Heart Melts With Warmth 32 by ~LilyHellsing

Ice Heart Melts With Warmth 31Ch 31

By the time the clock downstairs rang eleven times, everyone in the house was awake. Maybe not alert, but awake none the less. Bob yawned and turned on his side, facing the very awake Bart. A smile grew on his lips, "Good morning…"

Bart smiled back, a sparkle in his eye, "Good morning. Feel like getting up?" Although he knew his plan needed to be done, he still longed just to stay in bed and relax. After that fight last night, they probably needed (nay, deserved) a good few hours alone to talk it out. Still, he wouldn't suggest it…unless the older man did first.

And from the looks of it, it wasn't likely.

"Not really but tIce Heart Melts With Warmth 31 by ~LilyHellsing

Ice Heart Melts With Warmth 30Ch 30

The next day was silent in the morning. No one awoke before eleven, which was pretty late in the day. Of course that was to be expected considering the recent events.

Gino was asleep from crying his heart out yesterday, no doubt. Francesca was probably tired from comforting her son all night and was still out like a light. Bob was exhausted from his son as well, also from comforting his lover. Bart, however, had awoken at ten.

Yes, he was still exhausted from crying his worries and fears out last night but…he just couldn't sleep. He had dreamt of the wife and son ruining his life here. He had dreamt a horrible nightmare that theIce Heart Melts With Warmth 30 by ~LilyHellsing

Ice Heart Melts With Warmth 29Ch 29

The next day was horrible. Wait; let me back up a little.

Later that night, Bart was lying on his side of the bed. He had his back towards the door and his front facing the window, allowing him to see half a hidden moon. The clouds were moving so painstakingly slow, keeping some hidden of the white beauty, some not.

For the past few hours, all he had done was lay there. At first, he felt anger. Anger at Gino and Francesca, hating them for coming here and destroying everything. But he knew he shouldn't have let the little boy's pranks get to him that easily. He was at the age and from his age all the way to about 13, he pulled pranks Ice Heart Melts With Warmth 29 by ~LilyHellsing

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