A/N: I decided to use the NBC version of the first movie, because that's the one that I practically grew up with. I am, however using the DVD for reference. This story will not have much action in it, but the second and third ones will. I will also have a different character name for each trilogy, even Star Wars. Anyway, enjoy.

Chapter One

Saturday, October 26, 1985, 12:28 a.m.

RIIIIIIIIIIIING! "Hello?" I heard Marty say. "Nah, Doc, ah don't–don't be silly." After a few seconds I heard, "Uh yeah. I'm on my way." I went back to sleep without a thought. When I heard the window shut, I realized that something was up. The clock read 12:38 a.m. Where was Marty going at this hour? I got up went into the bathroom and made it seem like I was just doing a normal routine. After about ten minutes. I remembered that Marty said he was going to meet Doc at the Twin Pines Mall at 1:15. I left the bathroom, got dressed, escaped through the window and grabbed my skateboard just as I'm sure Marty had done.

I checked my watch. It said 1:03. Since it took about 20 minutes to get to the mall, I knew I might catch something juicy. The cool October air had worked to wake me up, along with my foot bringing motion to the skateboard. 1:19 at the bank, so I knew I would be there at a decent time. I heard a small explosion coming from the direction of the mall. I shook my head and thought, Doc had another experiment go wrong again. I heard another explosion. Two in one minute? What was he doing? By 1:28, I reached the mall and saw two figures in radiation suits standing over a DeLorean. When one closed a case and removed his helmet, I recognized Doc. Marty then removed his helmet. I went down the hill and went over to them. Before I could ask what was going on Doc screamed, "RUN FOR IT, MARTY!"

"Who, who?" Marty asked.

"Who do you think? The Libyans!"

I turned to see a primer-colored VW van heading toward us. Marty screamed, "Holy jeez!" and ducked down as a man started firing a machine gun at us. I got in the car and watched the action.

"I'll draw their fire," Doc screamed.

"Doc, wait!" Marty said. Doc fired a gun but noticed the chamber was empty. When the Libyans reached him, he threw down his gun and the Libyan shot him. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOO! BASTARDS!" The Libyan shot at Marty, and I ducked down. I heard a mumble from the gunman then heard the car go in another direction then stop abruptly. After a few seconds, Marty dove into the DeLorean.

"What's going on?" I asked.

"What are you doing here, Doug?" he asked to me. Before either one could respond, we heard the van's engine rev. Marty closed the door, started the car, and took off to escape our attackers. We drove around the lot, with Marty swerving to avoid getting hit. I could see the gunman swerving across the sunroof of his car through the side view mirror. "Come on, move, dammit!" Marty said to the car. We went back into the main lot, Marty looked in the mirror and screamed, "Holy jeez!"

"What?" I asked.

"Rocket launcher. Let's see if these bastards can do 90," he said as he pushed the car into fourth gear. I saw a strange console.

"What is–" before I could finish the sentence, the mall had disappeared in a flash of light and was replaced by a farm.