Novel & Cerita Simpsons Who Shot Mr Burns Part 1

"Misoup, are you sure Mitbahl will be okay?" Misoup: "I thought so a moment ago, but now I'm not so sure." Nisbet laughed recklessly, "Did we just get ourselves a scatterbrain?" "Well then, it's time to send you on your way!" He loaded his gun and, without hesitation, aimed it at Mitbahl and pulled the trigger! A loud "bang!" A gunshot. The bullet struck the car, igniting a burst of flames. Originally, Mitbahl, who had been standing in front of the car, remained unscathed as he stood aside.

The building went up in flames just as Carmen had anticipated, clearly confirming that Brian was indeed the target. I did it! "Oh my God!” exclaimed a petrified Brian Pierce, "how did you know?" "I. . ." Carmen faltered, suddenly realizing what was happening. . .again. Just like when she had failed to explain to Brian how she had known about- A shot rang out and Carmen was then looking at the torn off side of Brian's face where the force of the bullet had hit him. Shit! Another shot rang out. Carmen was hit by a bullet on the forehead. . .

Simpson was still alive, only to find ruins of what used to be the criminals' hideout. They went back to Mcbornie. The morrow was going to be long, they had better gotten all the rest they could get now. Anderson and Jocelyn returned down to their street, together, while Harrison returned to his — controlling himself not to reach for a kitchen knife and stab his father. Had they known what this case they were venturing into would result in, they'd have puke mouthfuls of blood in disbelief. . . * * *

I laughed like everything was a freaking comedy show while both of them stared at me. "I guess you still haven't learned from your past action Grandpa. Burn will kill you the first chance he gets and also wipe out our whole family, is that what you want, or maybe your old age is making you more stupid," I said, and this time it was Burn who hit me across the face. I didn't feel a thing, but I wouldn't want to look at my face in the mirror right now.

~~Stephanie Two of the men I shot were on the floor bleeding. But I didn't move. I just dropped my gun. How did this happen? Was he the one Marissa was screaming about? Why didn't someone try and stop me? I feel bad that I shot the one..... but not really? He's not the man I thought he was. He looks completely different now. Not the man I knew. "Dad?" I finally choke out. "Sassy....you shot me." He whispered passing out from the blood loss.

When I think that it is all over, I hear a loud noise and then I am shocked that she flops to the ground with a bullet hole through her arm. Straightening up, she bolts for the alley and disappears into the shadows. When I finally get the feeling back in my feet and arms, I push off the ground and stand up. Scanning the area, I see only one other person and he has a smoking handgun raised and pointed at the shadows with a haunted look on his face. I cautiously walk over to him before saying, “Thanks buddy, I owe you one.” He glances at me first before lowering his weapon and putting it back in its holster, then he says, “I am David Burns. Who might you be and what in the hell was that?”

Away from the burning chapel. Behind us, Richard screamed. Trapped. Burning. Victor emerged from another exit. Saw us. Raised his gun. "This ends now." Damien fired first. Once. Perfect shot. Victor dropped. Really dead this time. No tricks. No resurrections. But the chapel was still burning. Sarah was still inside. Two hundred people still inside. "GO BACK!" I fought Damien's grip. "SARAH IS IN THERE!" "Sarah is right here." Arnold appeared. Supporting his mother. Soot-covered but alive. "I grabbed her when the shooting started. She is okay."

As bullets flew through the air they tore at the side of the car and splintered the pavement. Then there was an abrupt pause in the firing. Sloan’s gun went off. His bullets had run out. My heart jumped up and down my throat. Oh no! He was exposed! He was going to die! New tears clouded my vision. Sloan however did not recoil. He acted without hesitation much like an actor in a painstakingly planned action film. Then he lunged with a savage roar that I had never heard him make before. He hurled a heavy metal missile—his empty gun—at one of the mens heads.

Jimmy called from the train car. "Making the hard decision. Get the people out of here!" Alex dove into the office. The fireman shot an orange fireball at her. She smirked. She let it hit her. The warmth of it filled her with intensity. She could feel her body recharging, eating at the flames. The man looked surprised. She raised her gun and shot at his head, three rounds directly to his face. He fell.

"Babe, stop hitting me! I'm your Brandon! You said you only loved me! Have you forgotten that?" His screams and hysterical crying echoed through the deathly quiet room. Every word he said made Tara's face grow paler, and her blows became even more ruthless. All of a sudden, she snatched a gun from her bodyguard and pointed it straight at Brandon's forehead. Gasps filled the room. Brandon, lying in a pool of blood, could no longer speak. Only weak, broken whimpers escaped him. "I… won't do it again… Never again…" He tried to grab Tara's leg with his bloody hand, but she kicked him away without hesitation.