Back to the Anime
Chapter 1
"Well, that's that," The Doc told me, loading the last of his luggage into the front trunk of his DeLorean time machine. Yes, you heard me right. He built a TIME MACHINE out of a DeLorean. The way he saw it, if you're gonna build a time machine into a car, why not do it with some style? Besides, stainless steel doesn't hurt when you don't know what kind of climate you're going to be facing.
He had the car for a while and did travel to times in the past. Now, he was looking to travel into the future.
"Thank God I didn't forget my luggage. I don't know if they have cotton underwear in the future. I'm allergic to all synthetics."
"So, how far are you going?" I asked him.
"Twenty-five years into the future. I always dreamed of seeing the future, looking beyond my years, seeing the progress of mankind." He sighed dreamily. "That and I'll be able to see who wins the next World Series and place a bet on the winning team." He chuckled to that, but cleared his throat and spoke again, "Of course, to solely fund my research."
I had to laugh. Doc may have been a genius scientist, but he's still human. Even he saw there was nothing wrong with making a few bucks on the side. "Sure, Doc. Solely on your research."
"Chris," he gave me the eye as he spoke, "I'm serious. I travel through time to benefit humanity, not to gain financially for just my own benefit."
"Oh, come on, Doc. You know I'm all for that, but making some side money doesn't hurt either, you know."
"You know, I swear Marty was your father at times, you two thinking so much alike. But, I suppose you're right. Anyways, I have to be going now. Time waits for no scientist."
I looked at him funny. "But, you got a time machine. Time's what you got plenty of."
Doc though for a moment, stroking his temple with his finger, brushing some wild white hair aside at the same time. "That's very true. Well, either way, I shall be going now."
"Hey Doc?"
"Huh?"
"Um, look me up, when you get there. The future I mean."
He smiled at me. "Indeed, I will. Well, roll it."
I lifted the camcorder up, looked through the eye piece to make sure it was focused on Doc, and pressed the record button. When I gave him the ok, he opened the door to the time machine.
After clearing his throat, the Doc declared, "I, Doctor Emmet Brown, am about to embark on a historic journey."
He paused for a moment, looking like he just realized something. Then he chuckled and smacked his forehead. "Wait a minute! I almost forgot to put in the extra plutonium! How do I ever expect to get back? One pellet, one trip; I must be out of my mind!"
We shared a laugh. Even geniuses forget something so simple once in a while. Well, something simple to them really. Doc picked up the box of plutonium and loaded it into the front trunk of the car. From the side, I heard Einstein, the Doc's dog, bark from inside the white delivery van.
"What is it, Einey?" Doc asked, not really expecting a clear answer from his dog, let alone a dog. Einstein looked off to his left, our right, and the Docs face dropped into a sullen, frightened look.
"Oh my God," he began, "They've found me. I don't know how, but they've found me."
I raised a brow in confusion. "What are you talking…"
"Run for it, Chris!" He ran to the van, backing up against it.
"What? Who, who?"
"Who do you think!" He pointed his finger off to the left, continuing, "The people whose plutonium I ripped off! The NERV and Evangelion pilots!"
I turned to where his finger had been pointing, and suddenly I wish I had forgotten about coming here to the parking lot tonight. Off to my right, Doc's left, a blue muscle car, and another red one, both packed with people, came roaring into the parking lot. One person from each car poked their upper bodies out a window, and each of them had guns.
"HOLY SHIT!" I screamed, ducking behind the DeLorean as they opened fired. Some bullets hit the side of the van, right above Doc's shielded head.
"I'll draw their fire!" He told me, reaching into a case and pulling out a silver revolver. He cocked it and aimed it at the blue car, and pulled the trigger. Nothing came out!
He smacked the chamber a few times, before remembering that he never loaded the gun in the first damn place! With his eyes widening in realization, he took off.
"Doc, wait!" I called to him, but it was too late. The blue car pulled up to and cornered him at the back of the loading cargo. The driver, a young woman, probably 29, pulled a black semi-automatic on him from her seat, smirking. Doc knew he was caught, and surrendered by tossing his revolver aside. It didn't really help.
When the revolver hit the pavement, the woman rapidly opened fired on him, hitting him in several places and splashing his blood on the side of the van. His body slumped against the van and slid to the pavement. The whole time, the woman shouted like a cheetah on cocaine, "DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE! DIE!"
"NO!" I shouted, seeing my best friend dying in front of me. "You BITCH!" Oh boy, that was dumb. She pointed her gun at me and fired.
"NO ONE calls Misato Katsuragi a bitch and gets away with it! Just ask Kagi!" I ducked in front of the van as the bullets hit the side of the van. I waited until the bullets stopped, and made a run for it on the other side. Another dumb idea.
The red car, driven by a pretty blonde lady with a lab coat waited, pointing a gun at me. Soon, the other woman, Misato, came in from the back. I saw her passengers: one was a withdrawn looking boy, another was a immobile white haired girl, and the other was a hot-headed redhead shouting "KILL! KILL! KILL!". All, I assumed, were probably 14. Both the blond and Misato had their guns trained on me like a deer during hunting season.
I'm screwed, I told myself as I closed my eyes. Please don't let me die too painfully, God, I found myself begging.
Then, they pulled their triggers, and all I heard was two clicks. "Eh?" I opened my eyes. Both women started pounding the side of their pistols. They must have jammed. Boy, is this my lucky day!
I didn't wait a second longer before running to the DeLorean, and jumping in. I looked one last time at Doc, but didn't allow myself to break down now. I had to get the hell out of there. Then, a great big weight pounced on me; Einstein.
"Einstein, move! I can't see! Get in the back seat!" He obeyed and hopped into the back while I shut the gullwing door. "Watch your ass, Einey! This is gonna be a rough trip!"
I started the car up, put in first gear, and slammed my foot on the accelerator, peeling away. The two cars sped up behind me and began firing. Those morons! This car runs on Plutonium! Did they want a repeat of Hiroshima, or the Second Impact!
I did my best to move out of the line of fire, switching gears in between as I raced through the parking lot. I maneuvered all over along the road beside the mall, trying to avoid the gunfire.
Driving stick-shift wasn't much of a problem, since my friend Takumi Fujiwara, a drift racer, taught me how to handle cars like this. We worked on the rough outskirts of the Japanese mountains, where it was chock full of speeding, twisting, turning, and drifting. The weather was unpredictable; some nights it was clear and dry roads; while other nights brought rain and lightning on the slick roads. It was scary as hell at first, but once you get the hang of the stick, it's not so bad.
Now was different; I wasn't racing for pride, I was racing for life!
"Come on! Move! Dammit!" I made a sharp turn, shifting down one gear and drifting slightly, biting my lower lip as Einstein whined.
After five seconds of clenching the wheel, I made it out of the turn and headed toward the mall. I shifted a gear up, and hauled ass in fourth gear. I looked into the rearview mirror and saw the redhead holding onto the steering whel of the blue car, while Misato whipped out a bazooka.
"Holy shit! Let's see if you bitches can do ninety and drift a corner!" I put the car into fifth and speed off, putting some distance in between us. I saw a right exit out of the parking lot I was in currently, and waited.
"Wait for it…wait for it…" I looked into the mirror one last time; Misato had a lock.
"NOW!" I made the sharp turn, pressing on the accelerator, going through and straightening out, heading down the exit road. I made it!
Just when I thought I was home free, a giant, robotic foot stamped in front of me.
"HOLY SHIT!" I jerked the wheel, veering the car off-road and into a sharp hill. The odometer peaked at 88 mph, and in a flash, literally, the car landed into a farm I had not seen on this hill before, and I crashed into a scarecrow.
"AHHH!" The scarecrow rolled off as I head into an old Shinto shrine. "AHHHHHHH!" My scream was longer this time, and I crashed into the shrine.
"Ow…"
I managed to looked up from the steering wheel and saw some silhouette shadows of people I thought I recognized. Maybe they could help me, I thought. I opened the door, and not realizing my plutonium suit was still on, and the helmet and popped on, the figures screamed and ran off!
"Listen! WHOA!" I tripped over a cow's leg, making it go "Moo." I uttered an apology, and opened the other door of the Shrine. I thought I should at least attempt to apologize for hitting their shrine.
"Hello? Uh, excuse me?" I jabbed my thumb back at the shrine. "Sorry about your shrine!" BOOSH!" A fireball landed next to me, and I stumbled back and tripped again.
"InuYasha! It's a demon mutating into human form, kill it!" I heard a little voice come out from some weird looking little boy as four teenagers, two boys and two girls, and one giant cat, looked on.
"You got it, Shippo!" InuYasha, I presumed spoke, and lifted this mean looking sword in my direction.
I got off my ass and shut the door and ran back to the DeLorean.
"You won't get away, demon!" I heard him shout. "Take this! WINDSCAR!"
The car was already started, and I crashed through the other door, the engine roaring at the everyone. This must have scared the dog-boy, InuYasha, because he jumped back.
The giant cat apparently was even more scared as it let out a loud meow, and fell over. "HOLY SHIT! That's gonna piss them off!"
I turned a corner and veered away from the teenagers and sped off. I saw one of the girls, dressed in some battle outfit, crying over the dead cat, while the other boy, dressed as a monk attempted to comfort her, before being slapped for groping her butt.
"Wow…" I uttered, "At least I'm safe now." Or so I thought.
The other young girl, clad in schoolgirl attired that made her look kinda cute, aimed a bow and arrow at me.
"Oh yeah, right, like THAT'S gonna hurt me!" I laughed, speeding off more, until she let got of the arrow and it looked more like a beam of energy. My laughter came to a grinding halt. The last thing I remember saying was.
"HOLY FUCKING SHIT!"
To be continued…
Author's notes: Well, it's been quite a while! I got to get off my butt and type up more fanfic. It feels so good to put imagination to work!
BTW, this is the first time I ever wrote a car chase, so forgive me if it isn't as accurate, or as good as professionally produced stories!