The War of the Simpsons - v3 - Pretending to Cry

Written By: Nikki Wright

Author's Notes: This fic was created in the midst of a website-based mental breakdown I wrote this story to gain a new perspective with The Simpsons which is considerably dark and dramatic. It involves one of the great loves of my (time travel) which at the time was finding it's way into all artwork and ideas I would do. The view I had when writing this faded away shortly after finishing as it was just too dark. This story is loosely based on an old episode of the Outer Limits in which a man goes back in time to stop something awful from happening to himself.

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Chapter I: Time and Punishment

August 12, 2000 - Apartment
A door swings open into a dark room casting light from an adjacent hallway, a middle-aged MAN enters and abruptly closes the door. He nervously walks over to a window which looks down over Springfield's lower east side.

The MAN closes the curtains and walks over to a large corkboard covered in polaroids of WOMEN doing their daily routines. He then grabs one of the photos off the board and starts to tear it apart whilst crying he then tears up 3 more and holds his head sobbing.

(Far angle shot) The camera then pans along the room passing by a SHADOWY FIGURE holding a handgun. The shadowy figure then turns on a standing floor lamp which startles the MAN and reveals the figure to be a 40-something year old woman.

WOMAN: Jailbird?
MAN: How did you get in here?
WOMAN: Are you Snake Jailbird?
MAN: Who wants to know?

The WOMAN then raises her gun and aims it at the MAN

WOMAN: (Sternly) Are you Snake Jailbird?
MAN: Y-yeah, yeah I'm Jailbird.
WOMAN: On September 13, 2021...
SNAKE: W-what is this?
WOMAN: You were executed for the willful murder of 8 women.

The WOMAN cocks her gun

WOMAN: I am here to carry out that just and legal sentence.
SNAKE: I don't understand...
WOMAN: Only one of us has to.
SNAKE: J-just wait a minute, w...

She then fires twice hitting the man in the chest both times. SNAKE collapses against a wall and is imedietly knocked unconscious. The WOMAN then approaches SNAKE and fires a final shot into his forehead. She lowers her gun and removes a small blinking device from her waist.

She presses a button on the device causing it to emit a long blue pulsating stream of light. A large orange gateway then appears causing gusts of wind to enter the room. The WOMAN enters the portal and vanishes.

Chapter II: Mr. 9 Millimeter

F.B.I. AGENT ALLISON TAYLOR is sitting at her desk filling out paperwork as the phone rings, she answers it.

ALLISON: F.B.I. Taylor.
OTHER END: Agent Taylor, Sam Christian from Channel 6 News
ALLISON: Oh, Channel 6 again. Really? Look, anything I have to say about Wendel or Alex or any of it, I said it at the trial.
SAM: I just wondered if we could meet again and...
ALLISON: I am so s- what part of "no" don't you understand?

She then hangs up the receiver. Her partner WARREN "E-MAIL" DUNCAN then walks up to her desk.

WARREN:Vultures starting to circle?
ALLISON: Yeah, they just keep searching for any sorid details about Alex... and what that bastard did to her.

She looks at a photo on her desk of ALEX and herself in the park.

ALLISON: I'll just be glad when this whole thing is over.
WARREN: Well, here's some new business for ya.

WARREN hands ALLISON a folder.

WARREN: Another picture for the gallery.
ALLISON: Who's this one?
WARREN: Name's Snake Jailbird. He was killed about 40 years ago.

WARREN tacks a photo of SNAKE to a board with 16 other men.

WARREN: Same M.O. Perfect ballistics match. How many does that make now?
ALLISON: 17. All killed with the same gun. There could be 50 or 100.
WARREN: Oh, don't even think that.
ALLISON: We just got the first ballistics report 6 months ago, Warren. These are all old cases. They're spread out all over Springfield.

They both scan over the collection of photos.

WARREN: I mean what have we got? The same gun, the same killer, and spanning half a century.
ALLISON: Mr. 9 Millimeter, who are you? What do you want?
WARREN: Well it's not sex or revenge, it's not racial or profit-oriented and it's not political. See that's the thing, it doesn't make any sense, but the cases keep piling up.
ALLISON: What does a children's show co-host and bartender have in common with a groundskeeper? It just doesn't make any sense.
WARREN: ...Hmm, leave it for a while.
ALLISON: No, you can't, because...
WARREN: Well if you don't stop picking at it, it'll never heal.
ALLISON: Oh. Yeah.
WARREN: ...I tell you what. I had, um, I had an idea. There's a bi-mon-sci-fi-con in town, if you want we could go see "Galaxy Wars 6."
ALLISON: Oh, yeah. Warren, I can't tonight. Sorry.
WARREN: Ah, Nelson the Magnificent granting an audience tonight, eh?
ALLISON: Yes, he is.
WARREN: Well in that case, I will be sure to save you a seat. That way when he stands you up yet again you'll know where to find me. You know, I just don't get it. How is Nelson better then say, the average guy? Because I don't know why you put up with him.
ALLISON: You've been speaking to my mother again haven't you?
WARREN: Alright, you go stalk your great rouge male. I'll stick around here and see if I can coax a few more files out of Washington.
ALLISON: Ok, don't you work too late, Warren.

She then picks up her purse and leaves the office.

WARREN: Yeah, right.

ALLISON and NELSON are getting intimate on the living room sofa.

ALLISON: Nelson, something's burning.
NELSON: You got that right, babe.

ALLISON gets up to take a smoking pot off the stove.

ALLISON: Man cannot live by bed alone.
NELSON: Depends on the man. You know, I had a bad day at the Crab Shack. Some talentless dork tried to cover a Jimmy Buffet song, we nearly had a power outtage trying to keep the chicken wire online.
ALLISON: You poor baby.
NELSON: You're all stressed out from the Bureau. I just thought we could soothe each other's nerves a little.

The telephone rings.

NELSON: Grand Central Station.
ALLISON: I have to get that one, it's the office line.

Allison answers the phone.

ALLISON: Hello?
WARREN: Al? We got something.
ALLISON: Hi, Warren. What's up?
WARREN: I'm faxing you a file right now. Look's like we got a lead on Mr. 9 Milimeter.
ALLISON: ...Warren can I call you back later?
WARREN: Oh I'm not interrupting anything am I?

The fax starts to emerge.

ALLISON: *sigh* Hey, what's this?
WARREN: Lisa Simpson. Her prints match those taken from a lamp in Snake Jailbird's apartment 40 years ago.
ALLISON: Why so long to match it?
WARREN: Well, the file was only de-classified last month.
ALLISON: What was she doing for the N.S.A.? (National Security Agency)
WARREN: Oh, you know those guys, they're not talking. All I learned is that 6 months ago she left them. Other then that we were lucky to get the prints.
ALLISON: She looks kind of familiar to me...
WARREN: Well, we handled a bomb scare for her a while back -- some anti-abortion nut group. Anyway, after she split with the N.S.A. she went to work at Springfield A&M. She lectures there, if you want to you could go and check it out.

NELSON is starting to get sick of waiting and leans up against a wall

ALLISON: Ok, hold on a second... how old is she?
WARREN: Ha, ha. I was wondering when that was gonna click. When Snake Jailbird was killed Lisa Simpson was sucking on a popsicle in kindergarten.
ALLISON: Warren, this doesn't make any sense.
NELSON: I'll say.
WARREN: It's more then we had yesterday but still... you know, it can't be her print, but then what the hell is it?
ALLISON: Look, I don't know. Maybe somebody screwed up and gave us the wrong prints or maybe somebody swi-

NELSON then grabs the fax out of ALLISON's hand and looks at the photo of LISA SIMPSON

NELSON: Somebody's priorities are out of whack.

ALLISON looks at NELSON.

ALLISON: Look, you know what Warren? This is... this is really good, but I've got company so why don't we jump on this first thing in the morning? Ok?
WARREN: Sure.
ALLISON: All right... Warren? Good work.
WARREN: Yeah, don't mention it.

WARREN hangs up the phone.

WARREN: ...You guys have just one hell of an evening.

Dr. LISA SIMPSON is standing behind a podium giving a speech on the cerebral cortex of a fetus.

LISA: Any contention that time qua time exists outside of our perceptions is antiquated. Heisenberg, among others, destroyed the model of a passive universe. Which all humanity observes from a distance.

LISA presses a button causing the projection of a brain behind her to change

LISA: The identification of this portion of the brain which I call the "Tempor Discernis," proved to be the crucial breakthrough in my research. Uh, any questions?

Half of the class raises thier hands

MALE STUDENT: Uhh, Ms. Simpson? In your last paper you stated that the Tempor Discernis is one of the last cortical structures to form.
LISA: Yes, at 7 months. Before the 7th month the fetus lives in a timeless state and what we might call the "Pre-Temporal Lobe" has yet to function.

A girl stands up in rage

FEMALE STUDENT: This is crap! You're killing babies and taking our funding just to do this Frankenstein nonsense?
LISA: Please, please. I promise you that no fetus has ever been aborted for the sake of this project. The University Hospital...
FEMALE STUDENT: Screw the University Hospital!

A group a FEMALE STUDENTs then attempt to storm the stage but are held back by other students. LISA then packs up her documents and leaves.

<DR. LISA SIMPSON'S Office>

LISA is sitting at her desk gently rocking back and forth, she then slowly turns to her door. Someone then knocks on the door and LISA puts her hands on her face and rubs her eyes. She then gets up to answer it.

ALLISON: Dr. Simpson, I'm Agent Allison Taylor F.B.I.
LISA: Taylor? Where have I heard that name before... You were the one who caught the serial killer Wendle Thompson, and he murdered your best friend, correct?
ALLISON: Yes, that's... that's correct.
LISA: What brings you here, Agent Taylor?
ALLISON: Well, I was wondering if you could answer a few questions for me.
LISA: ...Come in.
ALLISON: Thank you.

They both walk into the office.

LISA: Please sit down.
ALLISON: Thank you.

ALLISON sits down.

ALLISON: That was a pretty nasty scene back there, wasn't it?
LISA: Mm, I've had worse. What can I do for you?
ALLISON: Well I was hoping you could clear something up for us.
LISA: Concering a case?
ALLISON: A murder case, actually. Over a period of 40 years, at least 17 men have been killed. Same weapon, same method, one bullet in the head and two in the torso.
LiSA: Very efficient. What kind of men were these?
ALLISON: Well, there's no apparent connection. 6 of them were arrested for minor sex crimes, but...
LISA: Oh, is there really such a thing?
ALLISON: Um, an anomaly cropped up on our computers, and a fingerprint matching yours was found on a lamp in the room of one victim, Snake Jailbird.
LISA: ...That name means nothing to me.
ALLISON: Well, no. I'm not surprised. It happened 40 years ago.
LISA: Well, I need an alibi, don't I? Uh, I think you better check with my kindergarten teacher, Mrs... Shedds, yes. And... I think she's still living.
ALLISON: In Shelbyville. Yes, I know. If it's all right, we'd still like to get a fresh set of prints from you.
LISA: How come?
ALLISON: I- I know this seems completly absurd, but we do need to double-check. It's possible that someone you worked with switched records with yours in order to cover thier own tracks.

LISA smiles.

ALLISON: In fact, could you give me any information about this project you were working on at N.S.A.?
LISA: No, sorry. That's classified.

ALLISON then glances at the corner of the office and sees a door with a keypad lock.

ALLISON: Yes, of course. I'm sorry. Um, I actually don't know what I'm doing here. But thank you very much for your time. I know you must be quite busy with all of... this.

LISA then shakes ALLISON's hand and notices her looking at the locked door.

LISA: It's extermination equipment.
ALLISON: ...Oh?
LISA: We have rats.

WARREN is in the office by himself on the phone with ALLISON.

ALLISON: Warren, don't you ever go home?
WARREN: Home? Hmm... vaguely heard of it. 4-letter word for domicile, right? So how'd it go?
ALLISON: Oh, dead end. Somebody obviously screwed up the prints.
WARREN: Oh we've seen that before haven't we?
ALLISON: Yeah, well, ob-la-di, ob-la-da. She was so strange, though.
WARREN: Oh, wait a sec. Listen to this.

WARREN puts the phone up to a nearby tv

TELEVISION BROADCAST: This is Channel 6 News, Kent Brockman Jr. reporting. Topping tonight's headlines, Mayor Jack Quimby is said to be considering a last-minute stay of execution for convicted serial killer Wendell Thompson. Stand by for more news...
WARREN: I can't believe what Wendell is trying to get away with.
ALLISON: Yeah, well he's having a time isn't he?
WARREN: Hey, did you hear that?
ALLISON: What?
WARREN: (Imitating News Report) Somewhere out in the city, a lonely pizza calling our name. Come on, Al, what say we stalk the wild anchovy?
ALLISON: Aw, Warren, I'd really love to, but... *beep* that's my other line. It's probably Nelson. I'll talk to you tommorow, thanks for caring.
WARREN: Pleasure.

ALLISON switches lines.

ALLISON: Hello?
NELSON: Allison?
ALLISON: Nelson, where are you?
NELSON: Uh, sorry. I got car trouble, I can't make it tonight.
ALLISON: Oh, well where are you? I'll come get you.
NELSON: Nah, nah. I'll be all right.
ALLISON: Ok, talk to ya tommorow then.
NELSON: You know it.
ALLISON: Are you sure you don't want me to come get you?
NELSON: Absolutely. Triple-A is taking really great care of me.

NELSON opens up the door on his phone booth revealing a strip club and a woman flitering with NELSON. NELSON then hangs up.

ALLISON: ...Bastard.

ALLISON then shoves a photo of NELSON off her coffee table and cuts her hand.

An orange portal opens in then apartment room creating a gust of wind. LISA emerges from the portal and checks her surroundings. She then walks over to the floor lamp she turned on with a cloth and begins to wipe her prints off of the knob. While do so she looks over at SNAKE's dead body then activates the portal and vanishes.

Chapter III - Future Two

Stacks of papers and documents in the office begin to dissapear and change. A folder containing a photo of Dr. Lisa Simpson changes into ballistics reports.

WARREN: Al, you ever hear of a physisist named Simpson? Dr. Lisa Simpson?
ALLISON: ...No, can't say that I have.
WARREN: Hmm... well we might have a lead. I'll take a trip down to ballistics, care to join me?
ALLISON: Yeah. I could use a little range work, actually.
WARREN: All right. Loser buys lunch.

ALLISON and WARREN practice thier shooting in a hostage-scenario on paper targets. They finish the session and await the results.

WARREN: Beat that.
ALLISON: Patience.

ALLISON's target arrives, all the shots are grouped on the attacker's head.

WARREN: Well that's a hell of a grouping, Taylor. Anyone special in mind?
ALLISON: Don't push it, Warren.
WARREN: Hey, it's not my fault you keep choosing losers to go out with.
ALLISON: Why are we down here again?
WARREN: ...I mean I'm sure it's great when they say they love you... but doesn't it suck when they're never around to show it?
ALLISON: Yeah. Can you spell psychobabble... ow.

ALLISON agitates the cut on her hand as she is reloading her gun.

WARREN: How'd you do that?
ALLISON: If you're my friend you would but the hell out.

Another agent enters the shooting gallery with paperwork.

AGENT: Sorry to hold you guys up. I ran these again like you asked, just to make sure I wasn't seeing things.

The agent hands a report to ALLISON.

AGENT: That bullet was taken from the body of a groundskeeper, Willie McDeere, 15 years ago. Gun needs cleaning but judging from the autopsy reports... it worked just fine.
ALLISON: And this other one?
AGENT: Just got some security files released from Washington. This shell was taken from a 9 millimeter Smith & Weson issued to an N.S.A. consultant in 2038, one Dr. Simpson.
ALLISON: 2038, why are we just getting the ballistics reports now?
AGENT: Well the files were just de-classified a month ago. Some senate subcommittee pulled the plug on her project.
ALLISON: You're telling me this Dr. Simpson is our Mr. 9 millimeter?
WARREN: No. No, no, no. It gets weirder. That's why I had him run the ballistics again. The gun issued to Dr. Simpson was manufactured in 2034... but the first of the killings took place in 2000, 34 years before the gun was even constructed. Not to mention the fact Dr. Simpson wasn't born yet.
ALLISON: ...*sigh* Somebody... somebody screwed up the records.
WARREN: I told you it gets weirder.

Various agents and staff are sitting around a card table playing poker and watching tv.

TV BROADCAST: It's a few minutes before midnight. I'm standing in the prison cell that up until an hour ago housed serial killer Wendell Thompson.
TIRED AGENT: Come on, get on with it! I wanna go home!
TV BROADCAST: Thompson shall die just a few minutes from now. His reign of terror which cost at least 13 lives -- was stopped by the F.B.I. two years ago due largely to the efforts of this woman, special agent Allison Taylor.

The staff all cheer and congratulate ALLISON, who doesn't turn to look at the screen or smile.

TV BROADCAST: ...Who against the authority of her superiours took over the investigation when Thompson brutally murdered her close friend, Alex Whitney. Thompson has rejected all appeals, in effect, begging the state to execute him. Just this morning Thompson told his lawyers quote... "I just want to die." A film clip of the last interview given to this reporter just yesterday in this very cell, a monster? Almost certainly. But, also... a sad, sick human being.

The scene changes to DR. LISA SIMPSON's office where LISA is watching the very same report on tv.

KENT BROCKMAN JR: (From Previous Interview) When did you kill your first victim?
WENDELL THOMPSON: That was the... day after my 21st birthday. Yeah, I threw a big party at my house. I invited everyone from work, and nobody came. The next day, I went to the park for lunch, near my house. I sat there eating lunch, and... wondering why didn't anyone come to my party?
KENT BROCKMAN JR: That first victim was Greta Wolfcastle. Why did you choose her?
WENDELL THOMPSON: She was the most popular girl I knew... she told me she'd come. She said it in front of everyone. You know, to her, I think I was nothing but a joke.

The scene changes back to the Department of Justice where no everyone is quietly watching the interview including ALLISON.

WENDELL: I wanted... I wanted them to remember me, not her... now they do. Heh, heh.

The recording of yesterday's interview ends.

KENT BROCKMAN JR: Wendell Thompson, who left his victims dead and dismembered, so people would remember the monster that killed them. 13 victims murdered, starting with Greta Wolfcastle... and ending with Alex Whitney. All dead to feed the ego of a damaged boy who never finished growing up, and who has run out of time.
AGENT: As long as we don't run out of juice.
ALLISON: Shut up.
AGENT: Come on, Allison. It's just a joke.
KENT BROCKMAN JR: I have just recieved the news that at one minute after 12:00, Wendell Thompson was pronounced dead...

All the agents and staff cheer obnoxiously.

ALLISON: What the hell is the matter with you guys?

ALLISON gets up and leaves the room. All the staff go silent and turns thier eyes to the table.

AGENT: ...What's with her?
WARREN: Hey, don't even start. She's earned the right.

WARREN then gets up and follows ALLISON out.

AGENT: ...Mr. Sensitivity.

<DR. LISA SIMPSON's Office>

LISA turns off her tv and sits tightly thinking for a moment, she then gets up and walks over to the keypad-locked door and holds her head. She then lowers her arms and leaves her office.

WARREN is walking down the hallway and sees ALLISON standing next to a wall with her eyes on the floor. WARREN puts his hand on her back.

WARREN: Hey, you all right?
ALLISON: (Wiping away tears) Yeah, yeah... um, I got Thompson, you know? I mean I got him. And what he did was unspeakable, and I just... I thought that I would feel, um...
WARREN: I know.
ALLISON: I just didn't expect to feel this way.
WARREN: You still miss her, Allison.

WARREN then hugs ALLISON

<DR. LISA SIMPSON's Office>

LISA enters her office the next morning with a newspaper. She closes the blinds on her door and locks it. She then glances at the headline on the paper and tosses it on her desk. The headline reads "Thompson Executed"

She then inputs her password on the keypad-locked door and enters. Inside is various computer equipment and circuitry and a large oval-shaped metallic structure connected to a cyrogenic storage tank and computer module.

LISA types various lines of code into the command console and inputs a destination time and location of Springfield City Park in the year 2016. A message appears on the screen which says CYBERNETIC LOOP ACTIVATED. Lisa then picks up her handgun and stands in front of the large oval structure which starts to glow and project a vortex-like display. She enters the portal and vanishes.

A younger WENDELL THOMPSON is sitting on a bench by a pond feeding ducks breadcrumbs. A gust of wind then starts and causes Wendell to turn his head and see a large orange portal appearing.

LISA SIMPSON then steps out of the portal and checks where she is. Wendell looks at the scene with a gaping mouth and a look of disbelief. Lisa then starts to approach him.

LISA: Are you Wendell Thompson?
WENDELL: What are you?
LISA: Are you Wendell Thompson?!
WENDELL: Yes, that's my name. What is this?
LISA: You're thinking about Greta Wolfcastle, aren't you?
WENDELL: H-how did you know that?
LISA: You said so in an interview.
WENDELL: What?
LISA: Oh, the day after your birthday, you came to the park for lunch and you sat on a bench, thinking about killing Greta Wolfcastle. And later that same day, today, you did.
WENDELL: *laughs* This isn't happening.
LISA: On July 25th, 2042, after a murder spree lasting 26 years, claiming 13 victims, you were executed at a state penitentiary.
WENDELL: Executed?
LISA: Yes, you were glad to die.
WENDELL: My god.
LISA: And I'm here to carry out that just and legal sentance.

LISA raises her gun and aims it at WENDELL.

WENDELL: No! Wait!

LISA fires two shots into WENDELL's chest which knocks him to the ground. The ducks in the pond all make noise and fly away.

LISA then walks over to WENDELL who is still alive, and bleeding from his chest and mouth.

WENDELL: *sobs* I haven't done anything.

LISA fires a final shot into his forehead. She then conceals her gun and pulls out the small black device to activate the portal. She steps into it and vanishes leaving WENDELL THOMPSON dead with 3 gunshot wounds.

LISA emerges from the locked room with a bloody nose and sickly complexion. She sits down at her desk and holds her head in pain in front of a newspaper which reads "Krusty To Host 80th Annivarsary Show"

Chapter IV: String Of Pearls

A photo of WENDELL THOMPSON's corpse appears on the corkboard "victim" gallery along with 17 others.

WARREN: Those ballistic reports on Simpson were really bugging me, so I did a little digging into her background, looking through her psych record to see if there's anything that could possibly connect her to these men.
ALLISON: And?
WARREN: Well about 20 years ago Lisa Simpson was kidnapped... for five days, some scumbag held her, raped her in the basement, nearly beat her half to death. She finally escaped but she spent the next year in a hospital.
ALLISON: Oh, god... ok, we should see if she still has that gun.
WARREN: Well, wait. The interesting thing here is 6 out of 18 of Mr. 9 Milimeter's targets have been arrested at least once as sex offenders.
ALLISON: Sex offender... victim of a sex crime.
WARREN: Exactly.
ALLISON: All right, a gun... maybe her's... kills both before and after she recieves it. Is she still at Springfield A&M?
WARREN: Secretary says she's in today. Lotsa luck.
ALLISON: Yeah, never a dull moment.

WARREN leavs the room and goes into the hallway and sees ALEX WHITNEY walking in his direction.

WARREN: Hey, Alex. What are you doing here?
ALEX: Oh, I came by to see Allison.
WARREN: Oh. She's at her desk.
ALEX: So... is anything happening between you two yet?
WARREN: Uhh... nnnno.
ALEX: *sigh* Don't tell me you haven't asked her out yet.
WARREN: Well, you know... with work and stuff.
ALEX: Come on, she talks about you all the time.
WARREN: Really?
ALEX: Mm-hmm.
WARREN: All right. Ok. Maybe I will.

ALEX then enters the office and walks over to ALLISON.

ALEX: Hey, Ally.
ALLISON: Alex! Gosh! How are you?

The two hug.

ALLISON: Now what brings you to this drab place?
ALEX: Well, I came by to see if you were free for lunch.
ALLISON: Oh, I'm sorry, I can't.
ALEX: Let me guess. El Jerko?
ALLISON: Uh... no, no. Um, actually, no. Nelson and I are kind of going through this odd thing right now and I'm not quite sure where it is, but I don't think it's too good.
ALEX: You know, I have no idea why you're with him in the first place. You could be seeing someone else, like Warren.
ALLISON: Uh, uh I'm sorry... Warren...
ALEX: Sure. Why not?
ALLISON: This Warren here?
ALEX: Yeah, you could treat yourself to a nice guy for a change.
ALLISON: Oh, that would be a novel idea.
ALEX: Oh, come on, let me take you for lunch.
ALLISON: Oh, Alex, I can't. I really, really can't. I'm sorry... but there's always tommorow.
ALEX: *sigh* Yeah, tommorow.
ALLISON: Yes, tommorow.

ALLISON hugs ALEX good-bye.

ALLISON: I'll see you later.
ALEX: ...Tommorow.
ALLISON: Tommorow! I promise!

ALLISON turns around.

ALLISON: (To herself) Warren... hmm.

<DR. LISA SIMPSON's Office, Locked Room>

LISA is busy reading graphs and charts and calbrating equipment. She holds a tissue to her bleeding nose.

She turns around and sees ALLISON at the door which she left open.

ALLISON: Dr. Simpson?
LISA: My, we are persistent.
ALLISON: I'm sorry, have we...
LISA: ...Met before? Yes... *sigh* but you shouldn't remember. What am I going to do with you?
ALLISON: I'm sorry. I just came here because I...
LISA: Because someone's computer spit out my name in some manner that doesn't make any sense at all.
ALLISON: I'm afraid I have no idea what's going on.
LISA: Only one of us has to. You're very intelligent, perceptive, persistent. That must be how you caught Wendell Thompson.
ALLISON: Whoa, whoa, whoa. Back up a minute.

LISA's nose begins bleeding again, she holds a tissue to it.

LISA: *gasps* I am so tired... of trying to... fix things. *sigh* It was only a matter of time before you founds me anyway.
ALLISON: What are you talking about?
LISA: Work with me, Allison Taylor!
ALLISON: How the hell did you know my name?
LISA: That doesn't matter! What matters, and what you want to know is whether I killed those men. Well, I did. I killed all 20 monsters, and because I did, 83 women are still alive.
ALLISON: You couldn't have. You were only 5 years old.

LISA guides ALLISON over to the large oval device

LISA: Time travel. A means by which to stop crime before it starts.
ALLISON: This is a really sick joke.
LISA: A fetus' pre-temporal lobe can regulate and energy field. That field becomes a doorway to the past. Look within yourself, something has changed. Can't you feel it?
ALLISON: Feel what, Dr. Simpson?
LISA: *sigh* You know why the N.S.A. was so interested in me? Because I could have made my time machine work even then but I didn't want them to have it. Not before I had set things right. Days are like pearls, a string of pearls. Each pearl, an event. The past seems imutable, solid, but go back in time and you change one event, and you liquefy every pearl that follows you change the entire string.
ALLISON: I don't know what you're talking about, but I think I should advise you of your rights.
LISA: But there is only one problem... the time traveler remembers not only the changed time line, but the original one as well. Every time I use the technique, another universe of possibilities slams into my head, and my brain can't handle it anymore. I think I hemorrhaged the last time. I don't know how much longer I have to live. But you are young, and strong. You could carry on for me.
ALLISON: ...You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say...
LISA: I know all that, for god's sake! Don't be so common! Can't you fathom what it is like to have your whole life driven by something that is beyond your control, something that you cannot go back and change?!
ALLISON: Dr. Simpson, are you talking about what happened to you where you were a child?

LISA looks ALLISON in the eyes then walks over to her command console and begins inputing a new sequence.

LISA: I have not been able to face him yet. It's because I am afraid. Afraid of change. I don't know what my life would be like if he were dead. I kept putting it off, and putting it off... but now I am out of time.

LISA then walks over to a utility box and removes a small black device and a handgun. ALLISON then draws her gun and points it at Lisa.

LISA: It's tearing me apart.
ALLISON: Put that weapon down. Dr. Simpson, I highly suggest you put that weapon down.

LISA activates the machine causing a gust of wind to fill the room.

ALLISON: Even if there were possible, why would anyone do such a thing?
LISA: An opporatunity to kill the killers before they can kill. What the hell could be wrong with that?!
ALLISON: Bu-but you are talking about killing innocent men. They haven't done anything.
LISA: They would've! You of all people should understand.
ALLISON: What the hell have I got to do with any of this?!
LISA: In another time, you and I had much more in common.
ALLISON: Dr. Simpson, you need help.
LISA: I'm sorry you feel that way.

LISA then steps into the portal and dissapears. ALLISON then appraoches the portal and sticks her hand into it.

A ONE-ARMED MAN is holding a TEENAGE GIRL and hauling her down a set of stairs. The GIRL screams and trys to escape but is unable.

In another part of the basement a large portal appears.

The ONE-ARMED MAN brings the GIRL to a matress in the middle of the room and throws her to the floor. The MAN then trys to start undressing her.

DR. LISA SIMPSON then emerges from a corner of the room.

LISA: Stop! Leave her alone!
MAN: What is this?
LISA: I dreamed about you for 20 years! I thought you were 10 feet tall. With horns... and fangs.
MAN: I don't know what game you're playin', but you're screwing with the wrong guy, lady.
YOUNG LISA: Help me! *sobs*
LISA: Everything will be all right, darling. (To man) Do you have any idea what you did to me?! You stole my life!

She then raises her gun and points it at the MAN, who in turn then points his gun at the GIRL.

MAN: Now, wait! Now, we'll just calm down! I don't wanna hurt the little girl, she and I are just gonna go for a little walk. I'll keep her company for a little while. Then I'll let her go.
LISA: God, no!

Another portal appears in the room out of sight

MAN: Listen, bitch! I could kill her, right now! So you just stand the hell back!

ALLISON walks up with her gun raised and pointed at the MAN.

ALLISON: Drop it! Put that gun down, Dr. Simpson, put your gun down!
LISA: I can't! I can't let him do it!
ALLISON: You're gonna hit the girl!
MAN: It doesn't matter, if she doesn't I will. Now both of you, you drop your guns! I walk away with the little bitch or she's dead!
LISA: Oh, you're so right! You are so right! Nothing matters! Nothing I ever did helped! Drugs... therapy... killing monsters, like you!
MAN: (fearfully) I... mean it!
LISA: Anything would be better then this pain. All I want is for it to be over.
YOUNG LISA: Don't hurt me! I didn't do anything! *sobs*
LISA: Just close your eyes... Lisa.
YOUNG LISA: Don't let me die!
LISA: No one should outlive their dreams.
MAN: God! Drop your guns! I mean it!

LISA then looks at the younger version of herself and smiles.

LISA: (To Allison) How good are you?
ALLISON: ...The best.
LISA: You'd better be.

LISA then drops her gun.

MAN: Stay away from me. You hear me, you crazy bitch?!
ALLISON: Dr. Simpson, get back!

LISA then approaches the man slowly

LISA: (To her younger self) Everything's gonna be all right.
MAN: You get the hell away from me!

He then shoves the GIRL down and shoots older LISA in the chest. LISA then collapses to the floor. ALLISON then returns fire hitting him right in the forehead.

YOUNG LISA is holding her head screaming. ALLISON runs over to YOUNG LISA to make sure she's ok.

ALLISON: Are you all right? Are you, are you hurt?! You'll be ok.
LISA: (To her younger self) Lisa, Lisa, shh! It's ok. Don't let the past destroy your future.
YOUNG LISA: *sobs* I... I don't understand.
LISA: Oh, sweetie, only one of us has to.

YOUNG LISA then gets to her feet and begins to approach them

LISA: Don't. Don't come near. Tell her to go home. Tell her to go home.

ALLISON then leave's LISA's side and guides YOUNG LISA away.

ALLISON: Just go home, please, just go home, please.

LISA removes the small black device from her waist and hands it to ALLISON.

LISA: You take this. Just turn the knob. *breathing heavilly* You are very good.
ALLISON: I need to get you to a doctor.
LISA: No. You gotta go back before you can't go back.

She pushes ALLISON away.

LISA: Go. Go, go.

ALLISON begins to activate the device but hesitates.

LISA: GOOO!!!

ALLISON turns the knob on the device activating the portal. She then steps through and vanishes.

YOUNG LISA who is hiding behind some shelves is witnessing the whole ordeal.

ALLISON emerges from the portal as everything around her in the office suddenly dissapears and turns into storage boxes.

Chapter V: Yesterday's Future

ALLISON walks over to her desk and sees a newspaper that reads "Thompson Executed." She then gets up and quickly thumbs through a filing cabinet for THOMPSON's criminal records. She opens the folder and sees all of his victims including ALEX WHITNEY who is seen with bruises all over her body and strangle marks around her neck.

DR. LISA SIMPSON: (Remembering) The time traveler remember not only the changed timeline, but the original one as well.
ALLISON: Alex... oh god. It's not fair... ohh.

WARREN walks up to ALLISON.

WARREN: What's not fair?

He sees what she is looking at.

ALLISON: Um... nothing.
WARREN: I know it's a shame. I... I thought with Thompson dead it... it might help.
ALLISON: ...Yeah, but it doesn't, does it?
WARREN: ...No. I wish I could've met her.
ALLISON: Yeah, that's right. You never did, did you? She would've liked you.
WARREN: You think so?

ALLISON puts the folder away and closes the cabinet.

ALLISON: Yeah, I'm sure of it. In fact she would've made me take you up on that Galaxy Wars 6.
WARREN: Well, I... I can get tickets. I just didn't think you'd wanna.
ALLISON: No. Tommorow night?
WARREN: Maybe I should just stop thinking.
ALLISON: Uh-uh. Don't you dare.

ALLISON looks at the photo of ALEX and herself in the park.

DR. LISA SIMPSON is talking to a group of her students at a picnic table.

LISA: Can you imagine witnessing Lincoln deliver the Gettysburg Address? Or actually being in Paris with Lindbergh landed?
MALE STUDENT: Or it's kind of like knowing the outcome of the 2043 World Series?
LISA: *laughs* That's not what I meant at all.

ALLISON TAYLOR arrives in the background with sunglasses on. LISA looks over at her, she then removes her sunglasses so LISA can see her face.

LISA: Excuse me.

LISA gets up and walks over to ALLISON.

LISA: Oh, my god. I know you.
ALLISON: You... you built it, didn't you?
LISA: You're the one, aren't you? You're the one that saved me.
ALLISON: You did it didn't you?
LISA: Sorry, what?
ALLISON: The time machine.
LISA: ...I'm sorry, I can't... I'm not ready to talk about that.
ALLISON: I don't care why you did it. For yourself, for the government... I just need to know... that you did it.

LISA then slowly smiles at ALLISON.

WENDELL THOMPSON is sitting on a bench by a pond feeding ducks breadcrumbs. A gust of wind then starts and causes Wendell to turn his head and see a large orange portal appearing.

ALLISON TAYLOR emerges from the portal with a gun in her hand.

ALLISON: Are you Wendell Thompson?
WENDELL: Y-yes, that's my name. What is this?

ALLISON raises her gun and fires...

The End.

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