Marty Mcfly was taking a joyride on his hoverboard in the vacant parking lot at Shermer High on a calm, July afternoon because he was just simply enjoying his vacation in Chicago for the summer.
He paused.
He heard a distant car revving/vrooming noise in the distance. He assumed that it had nothing to do with the parking lot he was in, so he kept swooping up and down, back and forth on his hoverboard.
The farther he got, the noise became more clearer. He "rode" to a corner of the school bulding. The noise was deafening.
ROOOOOAAARR!!
"Oh my God! What WAS THAT?!"
A red circa 1960's Ferrari swung out from the corner and was on Marty's tail. Marty was just a hair away from the front bumper of a Ferrari convertible going 40 mph in a school zone, even though it was Summer.
"WHAT DO YOU WANT?!" he shouted above the car's roar.
"I want your life to be over, McFly! I am sick and tired of you taking the fame and credit out of everything I do! I want you gone, NOW!"
Marty panted and panted for his life, trying to make his hoverboard go any fasted, if it could. Unfortunately, it couldn't.
As for a plan B, Marty made a sharp turn to the right, seeing if that would make any difference.
No little did he know, that was only going to make things worse. MUCH WORSE.
The right wheel of the mysterious man's car caught the end of the board and flung Marty down onto the pavement.
"AAAH!"
Marty opened his eyes. He could still see the oil-black pavement in he laid his injured body on.He tried to move, but felt a hellish strain of pain surge through him making him hiss angrily as he even tried to move his left foot. Although, he was still able to turn, Marty was sickened by the sight of his left ankle being split open and sitting in a blood puddle. In the distance, his broken hoverboard lay, the part the car hit all scuffed and bent up.
Again came the revving.
It was the red Ferrari again, the driver about to have his revenge.
"No,no, what do i do?" Marty painfully crawled over as far as he could, but couldn't get away from the terror of it anyhow.
The revving became louder, like it was before.
Go ahead. Come and take me. Put me out of my misery, why don't you?, he muttered.
Like the Grim Reaper coming to take his next victim, the red Calfornia Spider was getting closer, closing in on McFly.
For the last time in his life, Marty decided to make it worth it by saying his catchphrase just one more time.
"Woah. This is heavy."
And heavy it was.
Vroooommm--SPLORRTCH!!
~~IT GETS GRAPHIC FROM HERE. JUST WARNING YOU.~~
The unknown man pulled over, turned off his car, got out,and walked over to the carnage.
What used to be the body of a well-known time traveler, is now a mangled mess of blood and McFly guts. The pile of body parts had a femur bone sticking out, covered in blood and had an intestine swung around it. The stomach and liver were both on the black top, their juices splattered in that area. His head was hit hard enough to fly to where the broken hoverboard was, not harmed, perfectly amputated, apparently.
That " strange man" was... Ferris Bueller!
AN: Yes, Ferris Bueller killed Marty McFly. Stay tuned for more chapters!