Monday, December 27, 1886
7:00PM
Hill Valley, California
Ten miles away from downtown Hill Valley, California, the still of the night was shattered by three sonic booms. Marty McFly blasted into the night, the DeLorean hurtling towards the ground from one thousand feet up. He gasped at the sight of the ground growing closer through the front windshield. Marty yanked the steering wheel up, trying to pull the car out of the kamikaze nosedive. But despite his efforts, the car did not change course.
It's gonna crash! Marty realized, his eyes wide in horror. Time seemed to slow down as the car grew closer and closer to the earth. The ground rushed towards his face in a dark blur. Despite the fact the DeLorean wasn't responsive to Marty's efforts, he continued to grip the steering with white-knuckled hands, hugging the wheel to his chest in a last ditch effort to pull the car up. Somewhere at the back of his mind was the advice that if he was going to get in an accident, he could brace himself with the wheel.
But I'm not even wearing a seatbelt! he thought, panicking.
A moment after that flashed into his mind, the car hit the ground. It was not a smooth landing. The vehicle bounced once, then crashed to a stop. Marty was thrown forward with the first impact, his head striking the windshield hard. Bright bolts of pain exploded in his head. With the second blow, he was tossed halfway into the passenger seat. The time circuit control switch struck him in the chest, knocking the wind out of him. The car stopped dead, the engine stalled. Silence surrounded him. Marty lay where he had fallen for a moment, eyes closed, stunned.
He groaned when he moved, sitting up. The pain in his head was incredible! If it was a color, Marty thought dreamily, it would be white-hot fire. He lifted a hand to his head, tentatively touching it. He almost passed out as his fingers brushed against the bump, but his hand came back unbloodied. Amazing.
Musta just bruised it, he thought vaguely. Marty reached for the latch and tried to open the door. He was relieved when it gave right away, that the crash hadn't jammed it shut. As he stood up, Marty was hit with a vertigo so powerful that he fell to his knees. Black spots danced before his eyes and Marty was sure he would pass out.
"No," he mumbled aloud. "Stop it!"
Marty's hand shot out and grabbed the edge of the DeLorean to steady himself. After a couple deep breaths of the crisp night air, the world steadied around him and he was able to climb back to his feet with minimal dizziness.
Marty turned around and looked at the DeLorean. The front end was smashed, two feet shorter then it had been when he had left. The headlights were shattered. The hood was bent up at an unflattering angle, nearly blocking his view of the cracked windshield. Marty slipped back in the car and tried to start it. The engine remained silent and dead.
"Oh shit!" he said, slamming a hand on the steering wheel. Doc Brown was gonna kill him!
Marty looked at the time circuit display. Amazingly, it was still lit. It read:
DEC 27, 1886, 7:05PM
NOV 12, 2015, 2:01AM
HILL VALLEY, CA, USA
As Marty watched, however, the digital display flickered, dimmed, then went dark. Marty hit the metal casing, then flipped the time circuit control on and off a couple times. Nothing happened. The time circuits were dead.
"Shit" Marty said again. He yanked the keys from the ignition, grabbed the old duster coat from the passenger seat, then got out of the car. Marty pulled the coat on over his clothes, concealing his future clothing. It was a little big on him, but he had been in too much of a rush to care when he had left.
He locked up the DeLorean and pocketed the keys. Marty looked up at the sky then, trying to get his bearings. Bad move. He was struck again by a nearly overwhelming sensation of dizziness. The clear night sky seemed to whirl around him, in a nauseating merry-go-round. Marty staggered back, his hand going up to his forehead.
"I gotta find Doc," Marty whispered. When the world stopped its high-speed carousel, he started walking in the direction of town.
Marty stumbled over the hard, frozen ground. Hours had passed since he had left the DeLorean. The moon was high above his head, clearly illuminating his path. But, despite that, he was having trouble seeing straight.
Musta hit my head harder then I realized, he thought as the dizzy spells grew more frequent. Then again, hiking ten miles was probably not a good idea after going through the kind of crash he had gone through. Marty wondered if he was in some kind of shock. He hoped he wasn't walking in circles--he didn't know how much longer he could be out here like this.
He tripped again, catching himself before he could fall. He felt so woozy on his feet! His headache had grown considerably worse since he had started out. I should've brought that first-aid kit with me, Marty thought, wishing he had the Tylenol from that with him.
He squinted at the horizon before him, searching for some signs of civilization. It was cold out, below freezing; his breath came out in frozen puffs before his face. Marty--unprepared for the low temperatures--hugged the coat tightly around his body. His hands, face, and feet had grown numb hours before. On the ground, a trace of snow could be seen, seeming to make his surroundings glow.
Up ahead, he could see a couple buildings. As Marty drew closer to them, he recognized that one of them was a schoolhouse, and the other was the schoolteacher's cabin.
Hey, I wonder if Clara still lives there, Marty thought. If he remembered correctly, the school was a mile from downtown Hill Valley, where Doc's place was set up. He wasn't sure if he could make it another mile on his feet without collapsing. Marty decided to stop by that cabin first, on the chance Clara was still living there. If she wasn't....well, maybe whoever did reside there would let him stay the night.
Marty approached the cabin slowly, from the back. Someone definitely lived there now. Smoke was rising from a chimney and lights glowed in the windows. He circled around to the front and mounted the steps. He nearly tripped again. Marty stood before the door for a moment, gathering his nerve, then knocked.
A minute passed. Footsteps approached from the inside, slowly. Then the door was opened a crack. A face peered out at him, pale in the dim light. A face Marty recognized.
"Clara!" he said, relieved, stepping forward. "It's me. Marty McFly."
Clara gasped, putting a hand to her mouth. "Marty!? Oh my goodness! What are you doing here?"
Marty shifted his weight, wincing at his powerful headache. "Well, that's a long story. Do you think I could come in? It's a little cold out here."
Clara looked flustered. "Oh, certainly!" She pulled the door open wider. Marty started forward, warm air rushing outside to meet him.
"Listen, I gotta find Doc," he said to her as he entered the cozy cabin. "Do you know where he is?"
Clara nodded, shutting the door. "Yes," she said. "Would you like to sit down? You look rather pale."
"Thanks," Marty said. He started for the couch, then stopped in his tracks. Another wave of pain hit his head. His surroundings seemed to flip upside down, right side up, then back again. Marty let out a sound that was a cross between a moan and a whimper.
"Marty?" he heard Clara ask. She sounded far away. "Is something wrong?"
Marty couldn't answer her. The black spots were back. They danced before his vision, growing bigger, dimming out the scene before him. He swayed on his feet for a moment.
Looks like I just made it, he thought dimly, right before he saw the floor rush to meet him.
Clara Brown drew in a sharp breath as she watched Marty suddenly pitch to the ground. She stepped over to him as Emmett called to her from the other end of the cabin.
"Clara? Is something wrong? What was that noise?"
Clara leaned over a little, reached out a hand towards Marty's still face, not quite touching him. He lay on his side, eyes were closed, his face ashen. There was a big bump, turning purple, on his forehead. "Emmett! Come quickly!"
Doc ran into the room from the kitchen, his eyes wide. "What's wrong? Is it time?"
Clara shook her head. She was nine months pregnant with their first child. "Look," she said, gesturing to the floor.
Doc gave her a puzzled stare, then moved deeper into the room. When he saw Marty lying there, his mouth fell open.
"Marty?!" he said incredulously. Doc knelt down next to him and put a hand on his cheek. Marty didn't move or make a sound. He was out cold. Doc looked up at Clara. "What happened?"
Clara shrugged her shoulders, hugging close the large sweater she wore. "I don't know. I heard a knock at the door, and when I opened it Marty was standing there! He looked pale, half frozen so I invited him inside to sit down. He asked me if I knew where you were and I said I did. Then, as he was going to the couch, he suddenly stopped, then fell to the ground." She looked down at Marty, fretting. "What's wrong with him?"
Doc reached up and gently brushed his fingers against the bump on Marty's head. "This may be the culprit," he said slowly. "It looks like he got quite a blow to the head. He might have a concussion." Doc glanced at his wife. "Can you get me a bowl of water and a washcloth? Or better yet, some ice chips from the icebox?"
Clara nodded at the request, hurrying as fast as she could move in her condition to the kitchen. She placed a bowl under the spigot of the pump, then flipped a switch. The water was automatically pumped, thanks to some minor modifications of Doc's. Clara switched it off when the bowl was filled, took a small towel from the cabinet, and draped it over the rim of the bowl. Next, she opened up the icebox, knocked off a handful of chips from the main block, and folded them up in another towel. When Clara returned to the parlor, Doc had moved Marty onto the couch.
Clara set the bowl down on the table next to the couch. "How is he doing?" she asked as Doc covered Marty with a couple heavy quilts.
"He's still out," Doc said. "I suspect he will be for several more hours, at least." He looked at Clara. "It's going to be a long wait. You might as well go to bed now. You need your rest, what with the baby due soon."
Clara looked at the clock on the mantle and was surprised to see it was after eleven. "Are you staying up?"
"Of course. When Marty wakes up, he will probably be confused and disoriented. Plus," Doc added, setting the cold compress on Marty's bump, "I have some questions for him."
Clara kissed Doc and rubbed his shoulder. "Don't you stay up all night," she warned. "If you think Marty might not wake up until tomorrow morning, then try and get some rest yourself."
Doc nodded, distracted. Clara sighed knowing that, despite her wishes, her husband would remain up the whole night.
Doc Brown sat in the armchair next to the couch watching Marty, waiting for him to regain consciousness. Hours had passed since he had first arrived--but from where, Doc didn't know. By the physical look of Marty, it was clear that he had come from the mid-1980's. He didn't appear to be any older then eighteen, if that. Which put the time about 1986. But the clothes under the coat were a mystery to Doc, looking a bit too advanced for the 1980's. Though the hour was late and Doc was tired, he continued his vigil. He had too many burning questions that needed to be answered before he could go to bed.
From a few feet away, the clock struck three AM. At the sound of the chimes, Marty began to stir. Doc jumped out of the chair and slipped the cold compress on Marty's face, over the nasty black-and-blue bump on his forehead. "Marty," Doc called softly, trying to prod him awake.
Marty's eyelashes fluttered and he groaned softly, a look of pain flashing across his face. Doc held his breath, willing his eyes to open. Then, Marty's face smoothed out and he sighed, sinking back into unconsciousness.
Doc sighed, too, in frustration, and got to his feet, heading to the kitchen. He fixed himself a cup of coffee and when he returned to the main room, a few minutes later, Marty was sitting up, awake.
"Doc?" he said when the scientist entered the room. Marty lifted a hand to his head and winced. "I have the worst headache!"
Tuesday, December 28, 1886
3:08AM
Marty lay back in the old, stuffed couch. He sighed. This trip had been too much for him. Well, he thought, I least I got out of that tough mess in the....
He thought were immediately cut off by his tired friend, who was now re-entering the room. "Marty?" Doc said, with a comforting, yet worried tone, "How are you?"
"Better," Marty said, in his dry, scratchy voice, "Look, Doc. About tonight..."
"Shhh," Doc said, "Don't worry about it. Right now the best thing you need is rest. But if you're up to it..."
"I know, Doc. I'll answer all of your questions." He shivered. "Geez, it's cold out tonight."
"Yes," Doc replied, "And it's getting worse. Boy, do I miss central heating!"
Marty smiled. "Yeah, I know what you mean." Marty glanced over at the side table, where he found a picture of Doc and Clara. Their wedding photo. "So, how's everything going?"
"Fine, Marty. In fact, things couldn't be better. Clara's due any time."
The words caught Marty offguard. "Anytime?!? You mean she's..."
Doc nodded. Marty suddenly remembered what date he had landed on. Jules. Doc's firstborn was due soon. Marty decided to change the subject, knowing that Doc wouldn't want him telling about his future son.
"So..." Marty said, trying to make his message come out as smoothly as possible, "You probably want to know what I'm doing here."
"Well, it would be nice. After all, you look like you've been through a lot."
Doc was right. Marty had been through a lot. And it was time to fess up to everything. What had happened. Where he had been. Why his clothes were unusual. And how he had accidentally found his way back to the 1880's. Marty sighed. Things were getting heavy!
Marty took a deep breath and began to dictate his whole adventure to Doc. "Okay, Doc. It's like this..." he began, "I've come from the year 1986. Well, actually, I didn't come directly from 1986. I guess you could say I had to make a pitstop."
He paused, not wanting to tell Doc where he had been. "Well," Doc said, "Go on. Where did you stop?"
Marty gulped. "November 12, 2015."
Doc jumped out of his chair. "November 12, 2015?!? Why that's exactly..."
"I know Doc," Marty said, butting in, "That's exactly 60 years since the famous Hill Valley lightning storm."
Doc smacked his forehead in surprise. "Marty?!? What in the name of Sir Isaac H. Newton were you doing there?!?"
"Take it easy, Doc. I getting to that. You see, it all started when you..." Marty paused. He accidentally said something he shouldn't have.
Doc stared at him. "What do you mean,'me'?"
"Well...uh..."
"Marty? Are you telling me that I find a way back to the future? That I eventually go back to my own time?"
"Well...yeah."
Doc's mouth dropped open. "Anyway," Marty continued, "It all started back in 1986, when you were making some repairs on the DeLorean. You see, there was little trouble coming from the flux capacitor, and you decided to fix it on your own. Fortunately, you were able to repair it, but you accidentally ruined the time machine's hover conversion system in the process. So, we drove the DeLorean back to the future to get it repaired." He clinched his muscles at the thought.
"Well," Doc said, urging him to go on, "What happened?"
"We hit a Pepsi billboard on our re-entry. It dented the DeLorean's hood, and snapped the flux capacitor right into two. You assured me that you could fix it, but it would take some time. That's why I'm dressed like this. I had to look inconspicuous while you fixed the time machine."
"And?"
"Luckily, you were able to fix it and the hover-converters. But before we could have the chance to go home, we ran into some trouble."
"Trouble?!? Marty, you didn't cause another paradox, did you?"
"No, but I almost did! You see, since we had landed on November 12, we found ourselves in the middle of a local anniversary party, celebrating the famous lighting strike at the courthouse. And as luck would have it, I ran into my family."
"You mean your parents and your brother and sister?"
"No, Doc. I mean my future family! Me, Jennifer, and the kids."
"Great Scott! Do you mean to say that you saw yourself 30 years older?!?"
"29, actually."
Doc smacked his forehead as Marty told what happened next. "You see, while you were making the final adjustments on the DeLorean, I wandered off to the festival. Big mistake! I shouldn't have left you alone with the time machine. Someone could have just come along and..." He paused, looking into his friend's eyes. "Someone did come along! I know it! They had to! It's the only explanation!"
"Marty, calm down! Everything's going to be okay."
"No, Doc. Everything's all screwed up! When I came back from the party, you were laying on the ground, unconscious. I immediately ran up to you. But it was too late."
"You mean?"
"Yes," Marty said, choking on the words, "You were shot! I don't know why. I don't know by who. All I know is, somebody wanted us dead! I know this, because, I saw an armored car come screeching down the alley, machine gun blasts filling the air! So I lunged for the DeLorean, hoping to escape. I activated the hover-converters and made a wild dash for the Hill Valley skyway. Unfortunately, the wild car was still following me, and was beginning to catch up.
"I knew I couldn't go back home to 1986 without you, yet there wasn't a chance to make it back to the scene of the crime. I didn't know what to do. The terrorists were closing in on me, and I began to panic! I don't know what happened next! I was right there, gaining up speed, when suddenly I hit 88! And the next thing I knew, I was colliding into the California sand."
Doc sighed again. "And that's how you got here!" he said, finishing the story.
Marty nodded. "Whoever killed you must have changed the date of the DeLorean's time circuits. I don't have any clue why they chose this date."
"Amazing," Doc whispered to himself, "that whoever did this picked such an odd date."
"Anyway, the DeLorean's pretty banged up. I think I blew the starter or something. Geez, Doc. How the hell did this whole mess start?!? I wish there some way to change what has happened!"
A serious look came across Doc's face. "There is, Marty. The first thing tomorrow morning, we're going out there to fix the time machine. We've got to get you back to the fu--"
"Emmett!" Clara called across the tiny cabin. Marty and Doc quickly turned around.
"What is it, Clara?" Doc answered.
The schoolteacher's quiet voice returned from the other end of the house. "It's time!"
Tuesday, December 28, 1886
3:34AM
Marty and Doc's anxiety was interrupted by Clara's cry of pain, which created even more stress in the room.
"It's time?!" Doc nearly jumped from where he was standing.
"Where's the nearest hospital?" Marty asked, a look of panic in his face.
"Marty, this is the 1880's," Doc explained as he ran about the room frantically. "A doctor comes to help deliver the baby!"
Marty looked at Doc, with a question in his eyes.
"Marty, I'll be right back! I'm going to find a doctor! Make sure Clara is all right!" Doc ran out of the house and disappeared.
"Great. Perfect," Marty said to himself. He headed over to Clara, who was trying to keep herself steady in this race against time. Marty helped Clara to sit on her bed.
"Okay, relax," said Marty, partially to Clara and partially to himself.
It was nearly an hour before Doc returned with a medical doctor. The doctor helped Clara to her feet and led her to another room. Then he shooed Marty and Doc away.
"Unbelievable," Doc muttered to Marty. "I don't know anything about raising kids."
Marty shrugged. "I guess you'll learn, then."
"Sure," Doc muttered. "I suppose being a father is going to take time away from inventing." Doc shook his head.
It was nearly another hour before the new baby was born and Doc and Marty were allowed to go into Clara's room to see it. When they entered the room, Clara was happily holding her baby, with tears of happiness in her eyes.
"It's a boy, Emmett," Clara said to Doc.
"Wow!" said Doc. "Amazing!"
"I don't know what's so amazing about it," said Marty. "You have a one in two chance of it being a boy."
"Marty, don't be so cynical," said Doc.
"Sorry," Marty shrugged. "Uh, congratulations?"
"Thanks," said Doc and Clara simultaneously.
"What shall we call him?" Clara asked.
Doc thought for a minute. "How about Jules? After Jules Verne!"
"That is perfect!" said Clara excitedly. "Jules," she murmured.
"Okay," said Doc to Clara. "I need to help Marty with something. We need to take a jaunt to 2015. But when I come back, I'll come back to this moment in time. It'll be like I never left."
"Okay," said Clara. "Good luck, boys. And be careful."
Doc grabbed a set of tools off of a nearby table and put them in a knapsack. As Doc and Marty exited the house through the front, they heard the door open from the back. Doc plugged his ears as he heard the voice of his future self saying things like "Unbelievable," and "I never want to go through that again."
Doc and Marty walked until they reached the battered DeLorean.
"Damn!" Doc exclaimed. "You battered this thing up pretty good!" He pulled some tools out of his knapsack and examined the situation. "Make yourself comfortable. We're going to be here all night."
Doc wasn't kidding. He and Marty were up until nearly 5AM fixing the DeLorean. After that, they needed some sleep, but knew they couldn't return home since Doc's other self was there. So they fell asleep in the seats of the car. It was nearly noon when Marty and Doc woke up.
"I'm hungry," Marty muttered.
"We'll eat when we get there," said Doc. "Let's just get the hell out of here."
Doc flipped on the time circuits, set the destination time, and muttered, "How many times can a guy get shot?"
Then he started the engine of the car. He drove with a look of anger and anxiety on his face until the car reached 88mph and the time barrier was broken.
"Doc!" Marty protested. "That means we have a longer day! I'll never get any sleep."
"Marty, we need time to fix this mess you made."
"Sorry," said Marty.
"Okay," said Doc. "First we'll get something to eat."
When Marty and Doc got out of the car, they were in the same alley that they were in when they went to the future for the first time.
"Cafe '80s okay?" Doc asked.
"Sure," said Marty with a yawn.
Marty and Doc walked around the corner to the Cafe '80s. When they went inside, the song "Wild, Wild West" by The Escape Club was playing in the background.
"Never heard that," remarked Marty. Then he looked up at an electronic sign that read: "Song currently playing--'Wild, Wild West' by The Escape Club, 1988."
"That explains it," Doc laughed. "What do you want?"
"I don't care," Marty said to Doc. "Whatever's cheapest. As long as it fills me up."
"Okay," Doc said. He headed over to the counter to order.
Suddenly, the door to the cafe burst open.
"What the hell are you doing in here, old man?!" shouted a gruff voice. Marty and Doc turned around. A group of men at least in their twenties, apparently a gang--though not the gang of a Tannen, for once--stood with angry looks on their faces.
"Are you addressing me?" Doc asked calmly.
"No, I'm addressing yo' mama!" said the leader sarcastically. "Yeah, you! What are you doing here?!"
"Eating," said Doc calmly.
"Yeah," said Marty. "Do you have a problem with that?! Now why don't you just get the hell out of here?!" Then Marty examined the gang. Their attire consisted of leather jackets, brass knuckles, and spikes just about everywhere.
"Marty...." Doc whispered to Marty. "Sit down."
"Oh!" said the leader with more than a hint of sarcasm. "The boy wants us to get out of here! And who's he to you? Your grandpa?"
"None of your Goddamned business," said Marty. "Now get out of here and leave us alone!"
The leader approached Doc. "Do you have Alzheimer's, old man? Don't you remember yesterday?"
Oh, shit, Marty thought.
"Yesterday?" Doc stuttered.
"Yeah!" said the leader, grabbing Doc by the collar of his coat. "Yesterday!"
These aren't the guys who shot Doc! Marty thought. So what is going on here?!
"Come on!" said the leader to Doc, once again. "Why don't you relay to us what happened yesterday?!" He paused, then grabbed Doc's neck, aiming a knife toward it. "Maybe this will jog your memory!"
Before Marty could do anything, two of the gang members grabbed Marty and dragged him out of the cafe. "Let go, assholes!" Marty cried.
"This is it," said the leader to Doc, lowering the knife to Doc's throat. "Tell us, or die!"
Wednesday, November 11, 2015
8:16AM
Marty struggled to free himself of the pair thugs that were holding him back. "You let him go!"
The group snickered, having no intention of letting Doc go free. Their leader, who was about the same age as the 2015 Marty, whom Jennifer had described, repeated himself. "Now," he said with a more threatening tone of voice, "How about you give me what we're looking for?"
"But I..." Marty's words were immediately cut off by the blade of the leader's dagger pressed sharply against his throat. Marty began to sweat. Who is this guy? he thought, and what does he want with Doc? Doc Brown never committed a crime in his entire life! Marty's mind began to boggle, as he tried to figure out the stalker's identity. "You son of a--"
Inside the cafe doors, the thug instantly whipped around, releasing Doc from his grip. The leader squinted at Marty, realized who he was, and smiled. He stepped into the doorway. "Well, well, well," he began with an oh-so-familiar taunt, "if it isn't the big 'M.' How's it hanging, McFly?"
Marty froze. A wave of fear ran down his spine as he figured out who he was talking to. It couldn't be. It just couldn't be! But it was! Marty gulped. "Needles?!?"
"That's right, McFly. Boy, you are slow! I guess you really do take after your old man!"
"My old man?"
"Oh, don't be so gullible, McFly! You know what I mean! Your old man! Mr. Loser!"
Marty was becoming confused.
"Don't act so surprised, McFly," Needles continued, "I went to high school with your father, and it's proven fact that Marty McFly Senior always was a failure!"
Marty couldn't believe his ears. Him a failure? Something wasn't right here. And he was sick of it. "Just leave my friend alone!" he snapped, "C'mon, Doc. Let's get out of here."
The two got up and headed for the door. Needles let out a grim smile as spoke the forbidden words to Marty. "What's the matter, McFly? Chicken?"
Marty froze. His fists tightened. Doc could see the anger in his friend. "Look, Marty," he said, trying to calm him down, "Don't listen to those guys. They're just trying to--"
"I can handle this, Doc!" Marty said in a low, dark tone. He turned around, facing the gang, and began to approach Needles.
"Marty," Doc warned, "Don't forget what you learned from your great-great- grandfather."
Marty ignored his advice. He was tired of being pushed around. " Nobody calls me chicken!"
Needles raised his fists as he approached the wiry teenager. "Yeah? Prove it!"
Marty's face began to turn red as he drew back his fists and connected with Needles's jaw, knocking him off his feet.
"Why, you little..." His gang members immediately pulled out identical sets of old, rusty chains and began swinging them. Marty and Doc gasped. Doc immediately headed for the door, then called for his friend.
"Run for it, Marty!"
The pair darted out on the street and made a wild dash for the DeLorean. "Don't just stand there!" Needles bellyached from the diner floor, "Go after them!" His dimwitted cronies obeyed there leader as they burst out of the door to retrieve their victims.
Marty and Doc reached the time machine mere seconds before losing their last bit of strength. Doc immediately got inside and activated the time circuits. "C'mon, Marty," he announced, "We're getting out of here!"
"What?!? We can't leave now! What about the murder?"
"Marty, I've realized that me being here could result in a major paradox! I could accidentally run into my future self the same way you almost ran into your other self!"
"But..."
"No buts! Don't you see, Marty? I've got to get back to 1886!"
Marty sighed. "Okay," he admitted, "You're right. Let's get you back where you belong."
Marty opened the side door to the DeLorean and hopped in. "I hope you know what you're doing!" He watched as Doc changed the Destination Date on the time machine. Seconds later, the strange car began to hover above the ground as it lifted from the alley and into the sky. Doc turned the DeLorean into town square as it headed for the Hill Valley Skyway.
"Wow!" Marty said, looking down at the crowds, "There sure are a lot of familiar faces down there."
"Yes, just make sure that those faces don't get too familiar. If you know what I mean."
"Right," Marty said, continuing to glance at the local townsfolk. Suddenly, Marty spotted an angry group of guys wearing leather come busting out into the street. "Hey, Doc. Look. It's Needles's gang!" He watched as the group approached a nearby teenager about Marty's age and grabbed him by his jacket, forcing him off his feet. "Hey, they're attacking some poor sap down there!"
Marty quickly grabbed a pair of electronic binoculars that Doc had originally brought back from the future and had left inside the DeLorean. Marty peered through them to get a better look at the lowlifes' victim. He squinted to see the unfortunate teen. Marty suddenly went into shock. "Doc!" he exclaimed.
"What is it, Marty?"
"We can't go back yet!"
"What?!? Why on Earth not?"
Marty gulped. "Those guys are going to beat up..."
"Well? Beat up who?"
Marty's eyes widened. "My son!"
Marty McFly Jr. walked casually down the 2015 streets of Hill Valley. He glanced at his watch as he turned the corner. It was almost 9:00. I'd better get home soon, he thought. I promised the family that I'd be back in time to help with the celebration preparations. Besides, if I'm late, Dad will kill me. Sheesh! I don't know why my father is so big on time.
He saw a big crowd collapse just as he entered town square. Wow! I wonder what's going on" He went up to someone standing on the outer edge of the mob.
"Hey," Marty Jr. asked. "What's going on?"
"There's been a fight over at the 50's Café. A pair of guys entered and were immediately attacked by a gang of violent punks."
"A fight?!? Do you know..."
"Hey!" a deep voice called out from the other end of the commotion. Marty Jr. looked over to find a few guys wearing leather and grasping chains approaching him. "Uh...can I help you guys with anything?"
"Yeah," the biggest one said, grabbing his jacket, "You can die!" The big oaf formed a tight fist and held it back. "Say your prayers, McFly!"
Doc quickly hopped out of the DeLorean once it re-landed on the street. "Great Scott!" he exclaimed. "They must think that he's you !"
"What?!?"
"Marty, listen to me. They think your son is you. If they harm him, a major rip could form in the space-time continuum, creating in yet another major paradox in our rugged journey! Why, the entire universe could be totally obliterated!"
"Whoa! Wait a minute, Doc! Are you telling me that I stop those chumps from beating up my own son ?"
"Precisely!"
"Aw this is heavy! So what do I do?"
"Somehow, you must distract those thugs long enough for me to get Marty Jr. to safety."
"Hold on, Doc! How am I going to distract those goons?"
"I don't know, Marty. Just use your head! But whatever you do, don't change anything!"
"Perfect!" Marty grumbled, "I'm back where I started from!"
Needles let out a dark grin as he prepared to slug the McFly kid. He snickered. "I'm really going to enjoy this!" He drew his arm back. "Bye-bye, McFly!"
He immediately thrusted his fist forward, only to be suddenly yanked back. "Hey!" Needles yelled, angered by his miss, "Who did that?"
Marty Jr. let out a sigh of relief as Needles turned around to see who the joker was. Whoever had pulled Needles away from the unlucky teenager suddenly darted from out behind him and hid behind a parked car. Once out of sight, the mystery man lunged forward and shoved Marty Jr. and himself behind some nearby shrubs, where they would be safe.
Marty Jr. groaned. The young teenager sat up, dusted himself off, and looked directly into his savior, who was hidden in the shadows. "Who are you?" Marty Jr. said, "What do you want with me?"
"I'm just here to help," a familiar voice called out.
The young McFly kid cocked his ears. "Hey," he said, "You sound familiar. Do I know you?"
"No," the mystery man said, "But you will."
At that point, the stranger instantly whipped out a pocket-sized gadget and flashed it into the young man's eyes. "Hey! What the..."
Thud! Marty McFly Jr. hit the dirt. The mystery man smiled. The sleep induced alpha-rhythm generator had worked. The stranger then emerged from the shadows, exposing his true identity. It was Marty! He immediately went over to his future son and took off his jacket and sunglasses. After putting them on, Marty soon became the spitting image of the knocked-out teenager.
"I sure hope this works," he whispered to himself. His thoughts were immediately cut off by a nearby voice.
"Hey, McFly! You down there?"
Marty rose from the bushes and walked up to Needles. "I'm right here!" he said with a cold tone.
Needles grinned, and once again drew back his fist. "Good!" he jeered, "Cause I didn't get a chance to finish your funeral."
Marty slowly moved back to the bushes. He had something stashed back there that he needed in order to escape.
"Well, what's it going to be McFly?" Needles continued, "Are you gunna tell us what we want to know, or are we going to have to get rough?"
"Bring it on!" Marty grumbled.
Needles shrugged. "Fine, have it your way! Get 'um, guys!"
His gang immediately lunged for Marty, whipping out their old chains. Marty immediately darted out of the way and tumbled back into the bushes. He immediately went over, grabbed his secret weapon, and attached it to his foot. It was his hoverboard!
"Okay, guys!" he said, returning to the mob, "You want me? Come and get me!" The young teen from the past immediately shot down the road on his Mattel hoverboard.
"Hey!" Needles yelled with anger, "You come back here!" He glanced at his lackeys. "Well, go after him!"
The group of thugs immediately started racing down the road after Marty, as Needles went to get his truck. Things were getting worse!
Wednesday, November 11, 2015
9:02AM
Marty felt the wind whip at his face as he shot down the street on the hoverboard. He glanced behind his shoulder, and saw that Needles and his gang were in hot pursuit.
"Ah crap," he exclaimed as he saw a traffic accident up ahead. "This is not good." To his left was the pond by the courthouse. On the right was a bunch of old businesses shut down in the early '90s. Marty had to make a split-second decision. He slammed his back foot down to slow down the board, stopped, took off the hoverboard, and began running through the mess of traffic and policemen. As he reached into his coat pocket for his walkie-talkie, he could hear Needles shouting for his chumps to go after him.
"Doc, come in," said Marty, as he hurried down an alley.
"Yes, Marty, where are you?"
"I'm uh...have no clue. Currently saving my life from Needles gang. Is my son safe yet?"
"Yes, I moved him into the Cafe 80's so he'll think he passed out from some bad drink or something."
"'kay," replied Marty, as he risked a look back. He thought he might be losing them. "Do you have the DeLorean ready yet?"
"I'm letting the engine run right now. If you could tell me like a street corner or something..."
"I'm in a alley, Doc! I'll try if I can find one. Right now I gotta lose these guys."
"Over and out."
Ten minutes later, Marty slowed to a walk. He had successfully avoided being caught by the gang. Now he absolutely no idea where he was, except....
He took a double take. It couldn't be. "Oh, man, this is heavy." He was standing right in front of Jennifer's house! It would be his son's grandparents home! This ain't good, he thought.
Before he could even move to get out of there, Jennifer's mother, he assumed, opened their screen door and said, "Marty! What a surprise! What are you doing all the way out here?"
"Uh," Marty's voice cracked. "I guess I just got lost, Grandma." He kinda snickered at that.
"Well, come on in. I'll vidphone your mom and tell her you're all right."
"NO! I mean, that's okay. You don't have to do that."
"Why not? Did you get busted again?"
Busted? he thought. "No, Marlene and I...you know...like fought it out over something stupid, so I decided to take a walk."
"Yeah, right. Well, why don't you come in for a while. We haven't seen you guys forever!"
I just saw you last night, thought Marty, remembering eating at their home.
"Have a good time!" yelled "Grandma" as Marty strode out of the driveway. He had to contact Doc immediately.
"Yo, Doc, come in."
Silence. Then about a minute later: "Marty, where in the world have you been? I've got cops all around me, demanding ID, because when they thumbed me, it said I was 95 years old! Naturally, you can't drive when you are over 93 years old, in the 28th amendment... Needles saw me again and I burned rubber to get the heck out of there, only to get stopped by the police. I need help, like now!"
"Okay, Doc, I'll get over there as fast as I can. Where are you?"
But Doc Brown did not answer.
"Great, just perfect." said Marty.
When he finally got back into town, he could see no evidence of where Doc had been. He noted with satisfaction that Marty Jr. had been taken care of and was still zonked in a booth in the cafe.
Marty could think of only one place where Doc would be. When he finally arrived in Hilldale, Marty saw that his assumption was correct. Police cars lined his future home's driveway, as Doc probably said something about living at Marty's house. Marty hurried up the driveway and went inside.
"Hey, mom, dad, what's with the cops?" he said, imitating Junior's voice.
"Well, Marty, the police picked up this man who says he is a relative of dad." Marlene answered his question. "But, you know what, I think he's Doctor Brown!"
"Doctor who?" answered Marty, just to be on the safe side.
"Doctor Brown, you know, the one who... Oh, that's right. You won't find out till you're 18."
"I really don't care. I almost got beat up by Needles gang, then this dude zapped me with something, and then I find myself walking up the driveway. Weird."
Suddenly, Marty could hear the cops talking to...himself, asking how this man was related to him.
"Oh yes, he's my Doc..I mean uncle Doc. You remember him, he's the one who kinda has a few screws loose?"
"Oh ya," said the cop, "you're Doctor Emmet Brown? No wonder you're drivin' a thirty year old car illegally. Here's your ticket. Good day."
As the cops left, Jennifer said, "Is it really you, Doctor Brown?" "Yes, unfortunately, Marty, your younger self crashed the DeLorean into 1886, and I had to help you..."
"Yes, yes, I remember now." said the older Marty. "And as I also remember, my younger self is in this house as we speak. He's portraying my son."
As Marty, the younger one, heard those words, sweat broke out on his back. Marlene looked over at him accusingly.
"In fact, I think I'm less than 20 feet from him. Right, Marty?" When the three came into the living room, Marty looked straight into his eyes and...promptly passed out.
Wednesday, November 11, 2015
12:30PM
Marty slowly awoke, finding himself on a bed in a room he didn't recognize. Somebody sat beside him, reading a book.
"Mom, is that you?" he murmured. He squinted a little to allow the world around him to come into focus. Finally it did and he could see Doc, sitting on the bed beside him. Marty sat up with a start.
"Your dead," he began.
Doc placed the book on the chest of drawers opposite the bed. "Well, yes," he agreed. "That's why we're here, remember? Unfortunately we haven't succeeded, yet. And we're going to have to stop for some gas, I used it all up when I was caught speeding. Then we're going back to 1886. This is way too dangerous."
Marty shuddered, involuntarily, remembering his near escape from the terrorists who had shot Doc. They were out for his blood. But why?
"What about you, Doc? We gotta save you before we go back."
"Marty! If my other self saw me it could cause a paradox!"
"Well, at least if you were unconscious we could hide you and you wouldn't get shot," Marty suggested.
Doc thought this over, carefully. It could work! "Can you remember an exact time that you weren't with me?"
Marty replayed the events of the other day, tomorrow. "Er, yeah. I came back after I saw my future family, which was just before the party ended. That was about 1AM. I got back at about five minutes to two and you were lying there."
Doc grinned, "I won't be! We'll just have to wait till 1AM and I'll park the DeLorean nearby so you can go and use the sleep inducer on me!"
"What if the terrorists wait for us and kill me, the other me, when I get back?"
Doc frowned upon this new development, "Maybe I could distract you, the other you, while you're knocking the other me out?" He paused, wondering if it was a good idea. "Well, we have about 36 hours to decide. What was that business with Needles earlier on, anyhow?" Doc asked him, noticing that Marty was miles away.
Marty shrugged, "I dunno. I didn't see them at all yesterday. They weren't the ones who--who-- How long was I out?" he asked, changing the subject.
"Only about 10 minutes."
"What are we waiting for?" Marty asked, jumping out from under the sheets. Hanging around in his future home was creepy.
"You, actually. You're usually unconscious for longer than this." Doc stopped him, taking a hold of his friend's arm. "We must be extremely careful in leaving. Your son is home and he must under no circumstances see you."
Marty looked at him, worried, "But my--" He hesitated, not quite used to having kids. "--daughter saw me."
"That's okay," Doc assured him. "When you're older you decide to tell your kids about the time travel and about me when they're 18. Marlene already knows."
"Do they believe me?" Marty asked, surprised at this rule, one that he hadn't even made yet. How many 18 year olds would believe that their parents had traveled through time with Emmett Brown when they were their age?
Doc frowned. Should he have told Marty? This could have repercussions. Marty recognized Doc's look and put him at ease.
"Hey, hey, Doc. It's okay. I'll find out. Let's get outta here!"
"Right," Doc agreed.
Marty lay back on the seat of the DeLorean, relaxing. He was feeling more refreshed after his "little nap" but still not as wide awake as he'd like to be. He hadn't said a word since they'd left.
"Wasn't Jules just perfect?" Doc suddenly said, breaking the silence. Marty looked at him. It seemed funny the way that, to this Doc, Jules had only just been born--while to Marty he was a kid who seemed to have inherited Doc's scientific mind.
Marty nodded his head, "Uh huh, I guess so." He'd enjoy telling Jules about the way he'd been there when he was born! No way would he tell him about Doc getting killed, though.
"Do you think I'll make a good father?" Doc asked him, hopefully.
Marty grinned, "I know you make a good father," he assured him.
Doc smiled.
"I'll just get some gas," Doc supplied unnecessarily as he drove the DeLorean into a gas station just outside of Hilldale.
Damn! Marty thought as Doc walked from the vehicle to the gas station store. He's missing his new son and this is all my fault. If only I'd stayed.
Marty froze, his eye catching something outside. Terrified, he struggled with the door. It always seemed to get stuck in the worst situations. Finally he managed to push it open.
"Doc!" he called out to Doc, as loud as he could without attracting too much attention from anyone else, "It's the terrorists. They're back!"
Doc carried on walking, obviously not hearing Marty's warning.
"Shit!" Marty cursed.
They were climbing out of their truck and heading straight for the same store as Doc! He looked at them. They hadn't seen Doc yet. What would they do to him? Kill him. Marty knew they would. After all, they had done it before. He had to stop it. He couldn't let it happen again.
Trembling, Marty pushed the door open as quietly as he could and ran over to Doc, quickly. Glancing behind him, he saw that the terrorists had seen him now and Marty was scared half to death. He didn't know if they'd seen Doc. Pushing him into the shop, Marty managed to get his best friend out of the line of fire. Before he could follow, a voice, dangerously low, called after him.
"Stop right where you are and turn around!" it ordered.
Marty felt sick. Shaking like a leaf, and trying unsuccessfully to hide it, he turned slowly around and put his hands in the hair. The terrorist were only three meters away. There was no way he could escape.
The sight of the enormous guns the group carried almost made him pass out. Damn it. He wished he wasn't so scared of guns. His many close encounters of getting shot, plus his best friend getting shot and killed three times (even if he had undone it twice) and his father being shot and killed in the alternate world, where Biff was in power, had not done him much good at all.
One of the terrorists lifted his weapons and laughed. Marty held his breath. The gun fired once, shooting Marty in the chest. The impact sending the teenager flying backwards to the ground.
"Now if we can just find the old guy and kill 'im, I can get my money!" the shooter told the others.
A police siren began to wail in the background, nearby. Perhaps a block or two away from the gas station.
"Let's get outta here!" the shooter yelled. He tossed something into the open DeLorean before he and the other terrorists climbed back into their truck and sped away to the skies.
The impact of the bullet had sent Marty flying backwards to the ground, hard. Trying not to breathe, so they'd think he was dead, was not a problem. The fall had knocked the wind out of him!
"Now if we can just find the old guy and kill 'im, I can get my money!" Marty heard the same voice say.
Money? Marty thought, confused. Who would want to pay someone off to kill me and Doc? We're not even from this time zone!
A police siren wailed in the nearby distance. Marty guessed it to be around two blocks away. They'd have to leave now! Marty would have heaved a sigh of relief, only it might have attracted their attention.
"Let's get out here!" yelled the voice. The one who shot me! Marty thought, shocked.
He heard the truck rising into the air and breathed heavily. Sitting up, very carefully, he felt his shirt where the bullet had gone in, feeling the hard metal of the bullet- proof vest, through the hole. Thank God he'd worn it, or he could be dead by now. Marty grimaced as his fingers felt the dent in the vest, feeling rather sick, knowing that a bullet had been shot at him.
He stood up, rather unsteadily, to go to Doc inside the shop where he had shoved him to safety--only to be knocked back over by a massive explosion coming from inside the DeLorean!
Falling to the ground once again, Marty let out a sharp breath as his head cracked against the pavement and the world went black.
Thursday, November 12, 2015
2:15AM
"Marty....time to wake up."
"Mom, mom, is that you?" Marty said, in a half-asleep voice.
"'Fraid not, Marty," Doc said.
Marty realized the sound of Doc's voice now, as he became much more alert of his surroundings. He felt the ground under him; it was the cold asphalt of the gas station where he had been shot. It all came back to him now.
"Doc, what the hell's going on? Am I still in the gas station?" he asked, becoming more alert with every word.
"No, I had to move you. With the fire from the Delorean, cops would be all over there any second. Then, they would take you to Hilldale. Unfortunately, Marty, we're in some serious shit."
"Great."
"We must find out what happened. Who was that gang?" "I don't know, but they want to pick you off...."
"Yes, I heard everything." Doc paced through the alley. "We need to find out who did this too us, and why...."
"Well, then Doc, let's get out asses in the Delorean and find out--"
"The Delorean's completely destroyed Marty." Doc said. "Too bad. That thing would've sold for millions today...2015, I mean."
Marty pondered what to do. "So we have no time machine whatsoever?"
"Right."
Where could we go? Marty thought to himself. Oh wait. The answer might lie within himself.
Inside the McFly residence, the phone rang. Marty woke up from his slumber.
"Who's calling us at two in the morning?" Jennifer asked, woken up by the phone.
"I don't know...." Marty answered as he picked up the phone. "Hello."
"Marty, it's Doc Brown. It's imperative you meet me in your driveway in 10 minutes."
"Fine." Marty said. It was gonna be a long night.
Marty stood outside, in his pajamas. He saw a taxi pull up across the street, and a wild-haired man stepped out. Accompanied by him was a young, thin teenager. Not again, Marty thought. As Doc stepped out, he walked toward Marty. The teen faced away from the driveway, so a paradox wasn't possible.
"Doc. Great to see you."
"Marty, I know this is a long-shot but...did you ever keep any memorabilia from the Delorean? A flux capacitor piece or plans, for example?"
"Actually, I did. You gave me the original flux capacitor from the Delorean when you got the Mr. Fusion. I still have it in my room. Come on, I'll get it for you."
Doc followed Marty into the house.
Marty looked around the neighborhood. Nice place. He saw a truck fly down, going toward Marty. That truck looks familiar, Marty thought. Then he realized what it was. But it was too late.
A gun came out of the truck. Oh shit, Marty thought. He had taken off his bulletproof vest! The bullets that flew out of the gun hit Marty in the chest once, then a second shot hit his thigh. He fell to the ground, coughing up blood.
He saw the car pull into the McFly driveway. Then he saw Doc come out with Marty. Doc had an object in his hand. Marty tried to yell, but it was too late. The lights of the truck turned on. Doc and Marty looked directly at it. Marty gave up. He closed his eyes and all was peaceful. But before he totally faded, he heard gunshots.
Thursday, November 12, 2015
2:29AM
"Move!" yelled 47-year-old Marty, who could obviously remember this event because he was on the floor and had heard the gunshots when he was younger, at the exact same time... boy was time traveling complicated. Marty could also remember some things that would soon follow, which were no fairy tales. Now is not the best time, thought Marty.
Doc's reaction was about half a second later, and he dived inside. Marty was wearing a bullet-proof vest. He had prepared for this from the
terrible memory of those gunshots that sounded, and the thought that Doc and his future self may have been killed by terrorists. He could not let them win.
Marty threw himself backwards into a bush and played dead until the truck left.
"Are you all right, Marty?!" yelled Doc, running out of the McFly house, waving his arms in the air.
"I'm fine. Now let's get me to a hospital. Pronto!" Marty answered as he stood up and brushed the plant life off him as he ran to his car. On the back, a small plate read "Classic Fords--Sierra 1989."
"Where did this come from?" asked Doc in surprise, gesturing to the jacket.
"I was prepared for this. After all, it is me."
"Do you think he'll die?" asked Jennifer, standing at the door with her hand cupped over her mouth.
"I'm here aren't I?" replied Marty as he picked up Marty and set him into the back seat. Jennifer thought about this for a couple of seconds and walked back inside.
Doc and Marty got into the front seats of the Classic Ford and Marty started the engine.
"We'll take the road. That way there will be no traffic. Hardly anyone takes the road these days." said Marty. The car sped down the road and on the way to the nearest hospital.
"Marty!" Doc whispered.
"Mom, Mom is tha... ah, forget it. It never is." said Marty, who opened his eyes and smiled at Doc. He looked down at his chest and sighed.
"I know it looks bad, but you'll be out of here by next week." said Doc.
"Really?"
"Yeah. And we won't be going home very soon, by the way. It turns out that your older self doesn't really have any spare time machine parts. He just wanted to make conversation until the shooting started, so that we didn't go inside and the terrorists followed and that would wreck his house..."
"Pretty selfish of me, huh?" Marty croaked.
Doc nodded. He looked a little depressed.
Marty frowned, then he remembered. "Doc, you still get killed! Or did you..."
Doc shook his head, sadly. He'd not had the resources or the information to stop his murder and Marty Sr. couldn't remember all the details.
"We'll just have to go back, again once the time machine's fixed." Marty told him.
"Marty! You know that's too dangerous!"
Marty grinned, "If you don't help me then I'll just come back and do it when you've dropped me off in the past," he said, slyly and then added, "I think I could do it better with your help, though."
Doc smiled. "Excuse me, nurse, could you get my friend something to do? A movie perhaps?" he said, changing the subject.
"Of course. I'll bring the catalog in a minute."
"I'm not sure I want to watch a movie already. I've been asleep for, what..."
"Three days." said the nurse as she walked in holding a remote control and a computer disk. She walked to a slot in the wall and inserted the disk. She gave Marty the remote and turned out the lights.
Marty and Doc looked at the screen next to the opposite wall which was floating in the air that said 'Please press the NEXT button'. Marty looked on the remote and pressed NEXT. A picture of a yellow family appear on the screen;
"'The Simpsons: The Movie,' " said a typical movie trailer voice. It started to explain what happens, but Marty pressed NEXT.
More pictures and clips followed, which included a brilliant looking sci-fi called Independence Day . But the nurse said the special effects sucked. Marty gave it a pass. He eventually chose on Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure.
Marty had finished watching his movie a while ago. He had been thinking about a scene on it where they needed some stuff, so they just made sure they time traveled back and put it there, after they did whatever they needed it for. Which meant they just had to say "...and we'll put $5 under that rock." When they moved the rock, five bucks was there! That gave Marty a great idea.
Doc had watched it with Marty, but didn't think much of the film. Our stories would make a great film, but then again, time travel wasn't invented for financial gain, thought Doc.
"Hey, Doc." said Marty to Doc, who was just about to go back to his special room he had in the hospital, which he gotten by explaining that the terrorists who had shot Marty would know where he was if he stayed at older Marty's house. He called older Marty 'Stevie.'
"Yes?" said Doc as he turned around.
"You know how we need a flux capacitor?"
"Yes. It would be great if I were back home. Then I would have all the right tools and we could perhaps give it to your 2015 counterpart to give to us."
"Well, that movie gave me an idea..."
Sunday, November 15, 2015
9:34PM
Doc Brown hurried with a rental car over to Marty Sr.'s future home. After the original Marty, the one in the hospital bed, had explained his idea about giving him a flux capacitor back in 1986 so that they would have one now, Doc had agreed to it. He was now going to his house to pick it up.
After pressing Marty for all the information about his murder, he concluded that the terrorists were just looking for a guinea pig to kill. They must have mistaken him for another person who looked like himself. Now Doc knew that time was not on their side.
As Doc pulled up to the McFly home, 47-year-old Marty came outside carrying an antique, but working, flux capacitor. He was grinning. Doc's mouth dropped, then shut again. "How did you..."
"Remember, Doc, you gave this to me after I got back from this mess. You will find a DeLorean inside the garage. I've been prepared for this. Why don't you get to work?"
Doc was amazed but glad. He set to work.
Three days later, Doc had finally finished the time vehicle and was ready to prevent his murder. Marty, the 18-year old one, was discharged from the hospital and seemed anxious to get back to his home. But first, they had a mission to accomplish. As Doc thanked Marty Sr. for his help, the original Marty programed the time circuits for November 11, 2015 11:30 PM Hill Valley, CA, USA. Then they blasted off seven days into the past.
Upon arrival, Marty directed Doc to the repair area they were using to repair the DeLorean. They came up with a plan, and also distinguished that they were Doc and Marty A, and their slightly younger selves with Doc and Marty B. Marty A's job was to knock out Doc B with the sleep inducer, and get him the heck out of there. Doc A's job was to follow Marty B and make sure the timeline was followed to its exact course, i.e. make sure he went to the party and came back to the DeLorean, find nobody there, then go back to 1886. It was a challenging plan, but Marty A was sure they could pull it off.
Later that night, around 3AM, Marty, Doc A, and Doc B were inside the DeLorean. Amazingly, no paradoxes occurred, even with two Docs inside one time machine. They dropped Doc B off in 1886, then the 20th century Doc and Marty headed home to 1986.
Thursday, November 12, 2015
2:15AM
"Marty....time to wake up."
"Mom, mom, is that you?" Marty said, in a half-asleep voice.
"'Fraid not, Marty," Doc said.
Marty realized the sound of Doc's voice now, as he became much more alert of his surroundings. He felt the ground under him; it was the cold asphalt of the gas station where he had been shot. It all came back to him now.
"Doc, what the hell's going on? Am I still in the gas station?" he asked, becoming more alert with every word.
"No, I had to move you. With the fire from the Delorean, cops would be all over there any second. Then, they would take you to Hilldale. Unfortunately, Marty, we're in some serious shit."
"Great."
"We must find out what happened. Who was that gang?" "I don't know, but they want to pick you off...."
"Yes, I heard everything." Doc paced through the alley. "We need to find out who did this too us, and why...."
"Well, then Doc, let's get out asses in the Delorean and find out--"
"The Delorean's completely destroyed Marty." Doc said. "Too bad. That thing would've sold for millions today...2015, I mean."
Marty pondered what to do. "So we have no time machine whatsoever?"
"Right."
Where could we go? Marty thought to himself. Oh wait. The answer might lie within himself.
Inside the McFly residence, the phone rang. Marty woke up from his slumber.
"Who's calling us at two in the morning?" Jennifer asked, woken up by the phone.
"I don't know...." Marty answered as he picked up the phone. "Hello."
"Marty, it's Doc Brown. It's imperative you meet me in your driveway in 10 minutes."
"Fine." Marty said. It was gonna be a long night.
Marty stood outside, in his pajamas. He saw a taxi pull up across the street, and a wild-haired man stepped out. Accompanied by him was a young, thin teenager. Not again, Marty thought. As Doc stepped out, he walked toward Marty. The teen faced away from the driveway, so a paradox wasn't possible.
"Doc. Great to see you."
"Marty, I know this is a long-shot but...did you ever keep any memorabilia from the Delorean? A flux capacitor piece or plans, for example?"
"Actually, I did. You gave me the original flux capacitor from the Delorean when you got the Mr. Fusion. I still have it in my room. Come on, I'll get it for you."
Doc followed Marty into the house.
Marty looked around the neighborhood. Nice place. He saw a truck fly down, going toward Marty. That truck looks familiar, Marty thought. Then he realized what it was. But it was too late.
A gun came out of the truck. Oh shit, Marty thought. He had taken off his bulletproof vest! The bullets that flew out of the gun hit Marty in the chest once, then a second shot hit his thigh. He fell to the ground, coughing up blood.
He saw the car pull into the McFly driveway. Then he saw Doc come out with Marty. Doc had an object in his hand. Marty tried to yell, but it was too late. The lights of the truck turned on. Doc and Marty looked directly at it. Marty gave up. He closed his eyes and all was peaceful. But before he totally faded, he heard gunshots.
Thursday, November 12, 2015
2:29AM
"Move!" yelled 47-year-old Marty, who could obviously remember this event because he was on the floor and had heard the gunshots when he was younger, at the exact same time... boy was time traveling complicated. Marty could also remember some things that would soon follow, which were no fairy tales. Now is not the best time, thought Marty.
Doc's reaction was about half a second later, and he dived inside. Marty was wearing a bullet-proof vest. He had prepared for this from the
terrible memory of those gunshots that sounded, and the thought that Doc and his future self may have been killed by terrorists. He could not let them win.
Marty threw himself backwards into a bush and played dead until the truck left.
"Are you all right, Marty?!" yelled Doc, running out of the McFly house, waving his arms in the air.
"I'm fine. Now let's get me to a hospital. Pronto!" Marty answered as he stood up and brushed the plant life off him as he ran to his car. On the back, a small plate read "Classic Fords--Sierra 1989."
"Where did this come from?" asked Doc in surprise, gesturing to the jacket.
"I was prepared for this. After all, it is me."
"Do you think he'll die?" asked Jennifer, standing at the door with her hand cupped over her mouth.
"I'm here aren't I?" replied Marty as he picked up Marty and set him into the back seat. Jennifer thought about this for a couple of seconds and walked back inside.
Doc and Marty got into the front seats of the Classic Ford and Marty started the engine.
"We'll take the road. That way there will be no traffic. Hardly anyone takes the road these days." said Marty. The car sped down the road and on the way to the nearest hospital.
"Marty!" Doc whispered.
"Mom, Mom is tha... ah, forget it. It never is." said Marty, who opened his eyes and smiled at Doc. He looked down at his chest and sighed.
"I know it looks bad, but you'll be out of here by next week." said Doc.
"Really?"
"Yeah. And we won't be going home very soon, by the way. It turns out that your older self doesn't really have any spare time machine parts. He just wanted to make conversation until the shooting started, so that we didn't go inside and the terrorists followed and that would wreck his house..."
"Pretty selfish of me, huh?" Marty croaked.
Doc nodded. He looked a little depressed.
Marty frowned, then he remembered. "Doc, you still get killed! Or did you..."
Doc shook his head, sadly. He'd not had the resources or the information to stop his murder and Marty Sr. couldn't remember all the details.
"We'll just have to go back, again once the time machine's fixed." Marty told him.
"Marty! You know that's too dangerous!"
Marty grinned, "If you don't help me then I'll just come back and do it when you've dropped me off in the past," he said, slyly and then added, "I think I could do it better with your help, though."
Doc smiled. "Excuse me, nurse, could you get my friend something to do? A movie perhaps?" he said, changing the subject.
"Of course. I'll bring the catalog in a minute."
"I'm not sure I want to watch a movie already. I've been asleep for, what..."
"Three days." said the nurse as she walked in holding a remote control and a computer disk. She walked to a slot in the wall and inserted the disk. She gave Marty the remote and turned out the lights.
Marty and Doc looked at the screen next to the opposite wall which was floating in the air that said 'Please press the NEXT button'. Marty looked on the remote and pressed NEXT. A picture of a yellow family appear on the screen;
"'The Simpsons: The Movie,' " said a typical movie trailer voice. It started to explain what happens, but Marty pressed NEXT.
More pictures and clips followed, which included a brilliant looking sci-fi called Independence Day . But the nurse said the special effects sucked. Marty gave it a pass. He eventually chose on Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure.
Marty had finished watching his movie a while ago. He had been thinking about a scene on it where they needed some stuff, so they just made sure they time traveled back and put it there, after they did whatever they needed it for. Which meant they just had to say "...and we'll put $5 under that rock." When they moved the rock, five bucks was there! That gave Marty a great idea.
Doc had watched it with Marty, but didn't think much of the film. Our stories would make a great film, but then again, time travel wasn't invented for financial gain, thought Doc.
"Hey, Doc." said Marty to Doc, who was just about to go back to his special room he had in the hospital, which he gotten by explaining that the terrorists who had shot Marty would know where he was if he stayed at older Marty's house. He called older Marty 'Stevie.'
"Yes?" said Doc as he turned around.
"You know how we need a flux capacitor?"
"Yes. It would be great if I were back home. Then I would have all the right tools and we could perhaps give it to your 2015 counterpart to give to us."
"Well, that movie gave me an idea..."
Sunday, November 15, 2015
9:34PM
Doc Brown hurried with a rental car over to Marty Sr.'s future home. After the original Marty, the one in the hospital bed, had explained his idea about giving him a flux capacitor back in 1986 so that they would have one now, Doc had agreed to it. He was now going to his house to pick it up.
After pressing Marty for all the information about his murder, he concluded that the terrorists were just looking for a guinea pig to kill. They must have mistaken him for another person who looked like himself. Now Doc knew that time was not on their side.
As Doc pulled up to the McFly home, 47-year-old Marty came outside carrying an antique, but working, flux capacitor. He was grinning. Doc's mouth dropped, then shut again. "How did you..."
"Remember, Doc, you gave this to me after I got back from this mess. You will find a DeLorean inside the garage. I've been prepared for this. Why don't you get to work?"
Doc was amazed but glad. He set to work.
Three days later, Doc had finally finished the time vehicle and was ready to prevent his murder. Marty, the 18-year old one, was discharged from the hospital and seemed anxious to get back to his home. But first, they had a mission to accomplish. As Doc thanked Marty Sr. for his help, the original Marty programed the time circuits for November 11, 2015 11:30 PM Hill Valley, CA, USA. Then they blasted off seven days into the past.
Upon arrival, Marty directed Doc to the repair area they were using to repair the DeLorean. They came up with a plan, and also distinguished that they were Doc and Marty A, and their slightly younger selves with Doc and Marty B. Marty A's job was to knock out Doc B with the sleep inducer, and get him the heck out of there. Doc A's job was to follow Marty B and make sure the timeline was followed to its exact course, i.e. make sure he went to the party and came back to the DeLorean, find nobody there, then go back to 1886. It was a challenging plan, but Marty A was sure they could pull it off.
Later that night, around 3AM, Marty, Doc A, and Doc B were inside the DeLorean. Amazingly, no paradoxes occurred, even with two Docs inside one time machine. They dropped Doc B off in 1886, then the 20th century Doc and Marty headed home to 1986.
Sunday, December 28, 1986
10:30AM
Hill Valley, California
Marty awoke as the alarm clock behind him began to play ³Heart and Soul² by his favorite group, Huey Lewis and the News. Slowly rising from his bed, Marty turned his head to look at the clock. 10:30? I set my clock for only 10:30? Marty thought as he began to get out of bed. The events that had occurred over the last week, or weeks--or possibly even hours, if one wanted to be technical--began to sink into him. His faint recollections of those events began to become clearer as Marty rubbed his eyes and began to walk towards his kitchen.
"Marty, is that you?"
Marty turned as he heard the voice. It was his mother.
"Yeah Mom," Marty replied, walking into the kitchen.
"Well, you look tired! What time did you get home last night?"
Marty remembered what he had told his mom--he was going out with the guys and probably wouldn't be back until late last night.
"Um, eleven o'clock, Mom." Marty yawned as the realization and remembrance of Doc and when he had returned. Quickly tucking his shirt in, he called out, "Look Mom, I gotta go out and check on someone. I'll be back in about an hour."
"Okay Marty," His mom answered. "Just remember that your father and I are going to go play tennis at the Club later, so don't be surprised if we aren't home when you return."
"Okay Mom," Marty responded, rushing out the door and into the garage. He nodded to Biff as he got into his truck and sped off towards Doc's house.
Upon arriving there, he knocked three times on the door, and put his hands in to his pockets while waiting. After a few minutes of no answer, he knocked on his door again. Jeez, Doc, answer! Marty thought as he paced back and forth on the Browns' doormat. Soon, the door opened.
"Marty? Hi Marty!"
The voice was Clara's. Marty turned around and waved to her. "Is Doc yet," Marty asked as Clara led him into the house.
"Marty... Marty?" A strange voice was speaking this line. It took Marty a minute to realize that it was Doc, recovering from the sleep inducer.
"Does he sound like this when he gets up everyday?" Marty asked Clara. Clara smiled and nodded.
"Marty? MARTY!" Doc stood up from the couch Marty had placed him on with the help of Clara last night. The two friends raced towards each other and hugged. "Marty, it's so good to see you!"
"It's good to see you--alive, Doc!"
"Yes, of course! I remember last night! Well, sort of. I remember it from 1886, when you and I..." Doc just smiled and looked at Marty. Marty returned the smile. "It's great to see you again!"
"Well, yeah, Doc, but you know, it was only last night that we last saw each other."
"Is it? Well, it seems longer... Oh well. I want to thank you for saving my life--I don't think I had gotten the chance yet!"
"Yeah Doc, well, you know, you've saved me a couple of times, too. It's only fair that I get to return the favor. Although, you know, you yourself did most of the work."
Doc smiled and nodded. "Yes, but if you hadn't come to get me, I may still be dead today! What is that, now, three times you've saved from being shot?"
Marty chuckled a bit. "Yeah, it seems that everyone who wants to kill you prefers to use guns. Which reminds me--did we ever accomplish what we wanted last night?"
"I don't thinks so..."
"You mean..."
"Yep! We will have to return and finish it!"
"WHAT?"
"Don't worry, Marty, this time we will just go back a few days before November 12, and..."
"WHAT??"
"Marty, you aren't thinking fourth dimensionally! We go back a few days before the twelfth, and the threat of me being shot won't even exist!"
"WHAT???"
"C'mon Marty! Let's go back to the future!"