Chapter 1: Dreams of Revenge
"AHHH!" Ten year old Bart had screamed. He was a boy with spiky blond hair and was being chased by a madman. Sideshow Bob was a tall man with crazy auburn red hair that flew in every direction. He was wielding a butcher knife as he chased after the boy.
"Please don't kill me" Bart pleaded.
Bob took little pleasure in the child's pleas, he was just about to bring his knife down when his eyes shot open and he found himself back in a padded room.
"Damn it, just a dream" Bob muttered to himself.
Sideshow Bob has been in solitary confinement for…he didn't know how long. Days, weeks, months, years, they all seemed to blend together. He thought of the many twist and turns his life had taken over the years.
He wished he had never gone into show-business. It was the worst mistake of his life, but he was young and actually rather naïve, he was only twenty when he got his start with Krusty the Clown. He was twenty five when he couldn't take the humiliation anymore; he framed Krusty for armed robbery. However his plot was foiled by a ten year old, named Bart Simpson.
Not a day went by that that name didn't find its way into Bob's mind. Revenge consumed Bob as he thought of Bart. He wanted nothing more than to see the boy suffer, to see him bleed, see him die. However, the ten year old was much smarter than people gave him credit for; he had managed to foil Bob's schemes, sometimes without even trying.
When the guard walked into Bob's cell, he assumed it was just to give him some food (or the prison's disgusting excuse for food) but the man told him to get up. He had a meeting with the parole board.
Parole, Bob could convince them of anything; this meant without a doubt that he was going to be released!
Just as he expected the bored ate up his cock and bull story of being a new man, and said he could leave. However this time, Bob was told he wasn't allowed in the town of Springfield anymore. That did put a damper on Bob's plans, but no matter, he would have his revenge on the Simpson boy in his own time.
After Bob was released he had twenty four hours to tie up any loose ends and then leave town. Bob didn't have a lot of money with him, but his luck did seem to turn when he saw a RV for sale.
"How much do you want for the RV" Bob asked the lady who was selling it.
"I'm not asking for much, just to get it out of here, would you like to take a look inside?" She asked.
Bob nodded and fallowed her inside, it was spacious, and there was a ledge above the driver's seat for storage, a big bed in the back, a kitchen, dining room table, even a washer and dryer.
"Everything's included, there's no food in the kitchen just so you know, oh and there's something you should know" the lady said, pulling Bob into the bedroom, it was a four poster bed and Bob didn't notice the handcuffs at each poster, until the lady pointed it out, "my husband was cheating on me, since I don't want any reminders these are all included, there's more like it in the dressers" she said sourly.
The handcuffs looked pretty strong, then Bob thought of something he hadn't before, this could be perfect, if he walked into a store and bought rope and chains it would look too suspicious, he never thought to act like he would use them for sex.
"I'll take it" Bob said happily. He gave her the money and she was soon off.
Looking the dressers there were some toys Bob didn't have any need for, but when he saw more handcuffs, some leather restraints, and gag balls, he laughed evilly, and was soon filled of sadistic thoughts for when he will see the Simpson boy again.
Bob had some money his parents had left for him in his account; he had emptied it and bought some food, and other supplies.
"So you're going to live the rest of your life in an RV?" Chief Wiggum said, he acted tough, but Bob knew he was an idiot, just like all the rest. But the police chief could have him thrown back in jail, so now was not the time for insults.
"No, not for the rest of my life, just until I get back on my feet, get a job, start fresh in a new town" Bob said cheerfully. "Well that's good, you can forget about Springfield and the Simpson boy" Chief Wiggum said. Bob tried his best not to scowl at the mentioning of Bart, "Well I don't think I'll ever forget Bart, but I can at least start over. I'm sure it's been years, we need to both move on" Bob said.
"Well yeah, after eight years, he probably forgot all about you, though I do see him hang out at the old abandon warehouse just outside of town" Chief Wiggum said being his usual, clueless self.
Though that gave Bob just what he needed. He thanked the Chief and made it look like he was going to start a new.
He was entering Shelbyville when something the Chief said had finally struck his ears, eight years had passed since the last time he had seen Bart.
Bart had to be eighteen now, in all of Bob's fantasies about killing him, Bart was always a child, would he even recognize Bart as a teenager? And not just a teenager, a young man, the thought seemed so foreign to Bob. He always dreamed about spilling the guts of a ten year old. What was he going to do with an eighteen year old?
Bob let the thought go. It didn't matter if he was eighteen or eighty; Bart Simpson was going to suffer.