Chapter 3
As Marty was walking through Hill Valley, he noticed some…interesting highlights that weren't there when he left not twelve hours before. A toxic waste plant was now where the cinema used to be. Tanks were rolling around. Women were selling themselves on the streets. Gunshots firing every ten minutes. Owls hooting ominously. All that was enough to make Marty vomit. But there was one thing that actually did make him retch everything that he'd eaten in the last 12 hours (some of it which was 30 years old, if you catch my drift).
Where the Hill Valley Courthouse used to be (and the clock tower that hadn't ticked since it got struck by lightning in 1955) was a giant casino. And what was on the front of it made Marty want to up-chuck again.
Biff's face, magnetized 100 times its normal size (and looking like he was smashed), was grinning stupidly under a giant flashing neon sign that read, "Biff's Pleasure Paradise".
Marty was awestruck. This has got to be the wrong year. He walked away from the giant eye-sore and walked to the first house he saw. It had a newspaper on the front that Marty hastily picked up and opened. The date read:
October 26, 1985.
"1985, it can't be". Marty muttered.
The next thing he heard was a shotgun being cocked and a stern voice saying, "Drop it!"
Marty looked up. What he saw was his former principal (at least in Marty's 1985, not this hellhole) with a shotgun pointed at his forehead. He was decked in a nightgown, although it had bullet clips forming an X across his chest. He looked quite formidable.
Marty hastily threw the paper aside and looked Strickland in the eye. Strickland spoke.
"So you're the stupid bum who's been stealing my newspapers! I've never seen you before, but you look to me like a slacker!"
Marty, frightened, said
"Yeah, that's right. That's right, I am a slacker. Don't you remember, you gave me a detention last week?"
Strickland was confused. Who was this asshole? Why was he playing dumb?
"Last week? The school burnt down six years ago! Get off my porch in three seconds, if you want your guts intact! 1."
After that 1, a screech was heard, and a long limo came barreling down the street.
There must have been about five occupants in the car. They all had machine guns. One of them yelled,
"Its Strickland! Knock him down!"
Strickland, panicking, yelps and runs back into the house, locks the door, and barricades himself inside.
Marty, too stunned to do anything, tries to leap for cover. Too Late. As the thugs start shooting, and as Marty dives for cover, he gets shot in the chest. A fatal wound. The shooting continues, but Marty isn't shot anymore.
As the shooting stops, Strickland regains his courage (along with being extremely angry) rushes outside, and steps in Marty's crimson blood. Horrified, the disciplinarian momentarily forgets his anger, and is about to pick up the boy, when he hears a shout.
"Marty!"
Strickland looks out, and sees an old man rushing to the scene. As Strickland gets a better look at him, he notices that it is Hill Valley's Rumored Lunatic, Doc Brown. But some rumors are best left aside for situations like this, Strickland muses. A moan escapes the boy's mouth.
As Doc gets to the scene, he notices Marty's wound. Shocked, he just stares for a moment. In his final moments, Marty tried to tell Doc something.
"Doc," he spluttered, coughing up blood. "tell Strickland about….about the DeLorean. He…he could be useful. I just hope…hope you can fix Hill Valley and fix it to the way it was. Remember about my oth…" coughing up blood, Marty struggles to speak "remember about my other self and his DeLorean. Use him."
And with that, Marty's heart just stopped, and an anguished scream tore from Doc's lips.