Simpsons Who Shot Mr Burns Part 1 Novels & Stories

Jimmy in the firing line. “Now, Jimmy, you have a different job. I need to know exactly why those mafia fucks shot up my launch without any indication we were in trouble with them. You’re my head of security so get it uncovered. Today.” As he turned around to leave, he paused, cocked his shotgun, and shot at the bar. My beautiful glass and wooden swirled bar were wrecked. Jacob, Jimmy, and I all leapt for cover as shards of glass and wood erupted over us as the shotgun bullets tore through.

I couldn't trust him. Now, sitting in the back seat of the car, I listened to every word that dripped from his mouth—every tremor, every stammer—as the man across the table spoke to him like prey. I’d warned Vincent earlier, my voice calm and final, “When that bastard finishes talking to him, end it.” Vincent didn’t hesitate. He never did. By the time the first gunshot echoed through the line, I was already moving. When they dragged Baron out, pale, limp, streaked with blood and smoke, I felt that strange, wicked satisfaction curl low in my chest. He looked almost peaceful, unconscious in Vincent’s arms.

“Stay calm.” Then the explosion came. BOOM. The security door burst open. Smoke filled the hallway. Immediately, a soldier stepped through the broken doorway. He raised his weapon. But Daniel was faster. BANG. The first soldier fell instantly. The other soldiers pulled back into cover. Daniel smiled. “One down.” Gunfire erupted. Bullets slammed into the walls and metal panels. Sophia fired two precise shots. Another soldier dropped. Victor flinched as bullets hit the desk in front of him.

Vincent POV “I’ll make it simple for you. One or two. Pick one.” The man holding the gun smirked. “We don’t have all day.” I turned to my father. Fear was clawing inside me. He would stop this. He had to stop this. But then, he spoke. “One.” And in that moment, my world burned. BAM! The gunshot rang through my head, yanking me out of the nightmare I had seen a thousand times. The soft breath against my naked chest made me feel relaxed and warm.

Sarah shouted. But we had underestimated Marcus. His eyes lit up with a disturbing joy at seeing his daughter. In that split second, he threw a knife poised dangerously on Sarah's shoulder! My teeth clenched as I took aim and fired my gun. The bullet struck Marcus in his side, but he didn't even flinch.

I pick up. "Hi, Mom." "Don't you hi Mom me. It's on the radio. The six o'clock news. They said Apex burned to the ground and a group of armed men fired at the owner, according to eyewitness accounts." "Mom-" "Have you been shot?" Noah is leaning against the counter with his arms crossed, enjoying this immensely. "Define shot." "DAX." "A little. Merrin patched me up." Her voice goes small and steady, which is worse than the shouting.

I murmured, catching her wrists. She collapsed into me, sobbing. I looked over at Zayne. He nodded—quiet approval. “Where’s Irene?” I asked, throat raw. “Ambulance. Oxygen. He’s safe.” I nodded. But a shadow moved behind the trees. My blood iced. Too late. A shot cracked through the air. I grabbed Sophia. She screamed. But it wasn’t her who fell. It was Damien. One bullet. Straight to the chest. He hit the ground hard.

“Giving up so…..” a bullet entered his chest and he fell to the ground, Roman quickly picked the gun and tossed it to Sheriff Hardin. They all turned to see who had fired the shot behind Sheriff Hardin. “Who should be scared now?” Joan gritted as she walked towards Bernard slowly with the gun still pointed at him “This is for Danica” she fired a shot into his right shoulder “This is for the pain you caused me” she fired another one to the left shoulder

They freeze in their tracks. We exit. The air is already thick with fuel, glistening everywhere. I nod once at Charles. He flicks the lighter. Flame arcs. Fire blooms, immediate, consuming. As the men shout to each other to put out the fire, we move. The house roars behind us. We don’t look back. What we don’t know, as we disappear into the distance, Mr. S arrives. He stands in front of Emma, fires once. A single bullet… center of her skull. He doesn’t hesitate. Power doesn’t forgive failure. It erases it. Clean and final.

He tried to save his fallen comrade, but couldn't venture out due to the bullets pouring from the opposite side. BOOM!! A loud gunshot rang out. The man who had fallen to the floor jerked violently, then went limp. White smoke rose from the shotgun of the bartender who had emerged from behind the bar. The Luciano man who spotted the bartender who had fired the shotgun cursed and aimed at him. The elderly bartender showed his teeth in a grin and fired his shotgun at the man. BOOM! That was the end of the man's consciousness.