Chapter 9
Saturday, July 2nd 1977
5:00pm
"Did you think you could win Mr Copeland?" Ron said, smirking. "Did actually think?"
"Who do you think you are, Robert DeNiro?" Marty said. He was tied to a chair, along with Doc, Jennifer and The Bee Gees.
"Watch your mouth you little bastard." Ron said.
"Let us go Ron. We want to go. End this nonsense now." Doc said.
"Oh allright, I'll let you go. I'll let you go to Hell!" Ron said, cocking the hammer back on his gun.
"You see, I am going to kill all of you, except Elizabeth, my sweetheart." Ron said.
"She is NOT you're sweetheart!" Marty said, unable to keep his feelings under control. "She wouldn't wanna be with a maniac like you!"
"I'll be the judge of that." Ron said.
"What about us?" Barry said. "Are you going to kill us too?"
A dangerous grin spread across Ron's face. "I think I should. You helped them. You let me down." He said.
Doc didn't like the idea at all. If the Bee Gees were killed now, it would cause a paradox. According to Doc's research, The Bee Gees would live until at least 2020, maybe even further.
"We won't let you! The cops will find out!" Marty said.
"Which is why I am going to kill you as well." Ron said, pointing the gun at Marty. Marty's face grew pale.
We're goners! Marty thought.
Then, in the corner of his eye, a shadowy figure appeared. It was Biff. Biff saw Marty and winked at him. Marty saw that Biff was carrying a plank of wood.
"Before we are killed, tell me, why did I fall out cold when I drank my root beer? I've drank them before and never had any side-effects." Doc said.
"Oh, while I was talking to you, I poured a shot bottle of whisky in it. But enough talk." Ron said.
"Any last words before you die?" Ron said. Biff was right behind Ron. Ron didn't notice.
"Yes." Marty said. "Kiss my ass, asshole!"
Just then Biff slammed the plank of wood hard on Ron's head. With his last ounce of strength, Ron turned around.
"You..." Ron said. He fell to the floor, out cold.
"Biff! You saved us!" Marty said.
Biff pulled out a pocket knife and cut loose Marty, Doc, Jennifer and the Bee Gees.
"Thanks alot Biff." Robin said.
"Aw, it was nothing." Biff said. "Let's just get out of here before he wakes up."
They all hurried back to the van. Barry started driving.
"I can't believe I'm with the Bee Gees!" Jennifer said. "Amazing!"
Maurice smiled. "I'm glad you're happy."
"Listen, because you saved us, I'm gonna invite you all to a private concert. Just you." Barry said.
Marty's eyes widened. "Really? When is it?" He said.
"It will be tommorow." Robin said.
"Do you have a place to stay?" Biff asked Doc.
"Actually, no. We just came for the concert." Doc said.
"Then you may stay at my apartment." Biff said.
"Oh no! We wouldn't want to trouble you about it." Doc said.
"It's really no trouble." Biff said.
"But what if Ron comes back?" Marty said.
"He'll be so intimidated by the way I hit him he won't ever come back." Biff said, laughing.
"If you say so." Doc said.
They arrived at the concert grounds. Marty, Doc, Jennifer and Biff got out.
"We'll see you tommorow!" Barry said.
The group got in Biff's car and Biff drove off to Biff's apartment.
When they arrived at the apartment, Marty slumped onto the couch.
"There are two couches here that fold out into beds." Biff said. "You guys can sleep in them."
"Okay." Marty said.
They sat on the couch, thinking about tommorow and what it would be like.
Saturday, July 2nd 1977
5:00pm
"Did you think you could win Mr Copeland?" Ron said, smirking. "Did actually think?"
"Who do you think you are, Robert DeNiro?" Marty said. He was tied to a chair, along with Doc, Jennifer and The Bee Gees.
"Watch your mouth you little bastard." Ron said.
"Let us go Ron. We want to go. End this nonsense now." Doc said.
"Oh allright, I'll let you go. I'll let you go to Hell!" Ron said, cocking the hammer back on his gun.
"You see, I am going to kill all of you, except Elizabeth, my sweetheart." Ron said.
"She is NOT you're sweetheart!" Marty said, unable to keep his feelings under control. "She wouldn't wanna be with a maniac like you!"
"I'll be the judge of that." Ron said.
"What about us?" Barry said. "Are you going to kill us too?"
A dangerous grin spread across Ron's face. "I think I should. You helped them. You let me down." He said.
Doc didn't like the idea at all. If the Bee Gees were killed now, it would cause a paradox. According to Doc's research, The Bee Gees would live until at least 2020, maybe even further.
"We won't let you! The cops will find out!" Marty said.
"Which is why I am going to kill you as well." Ron said, pointing the gun at Marty. Marty's face grew pale.
We're goners! Marty thought.
Then, in the corner of his eye, a shadowy figure appeared. It was Biff. Biff saw Marty and winked at him. Marty saw that Biff was carrying a plank of wood.
"Before we are killed, tell me, why did I fall out cold when I drank my root beer? I've drank them before and never had any side-effects." Doc said.
"Oh, while I was talking to you, I poured a shot bottle of whisky in it. But enough talk." Ron said.
"Any last words before you die?" Ron said. Biff was right behind Ron. Ron didn't notice.
"Yes." Marty said. "Kiss my ass, asshole!"
Just then Biff slammed the plank of wood hard on Ron's head. With his last ounce of strength, Ron turned around.
"You..." Ron said. He fell to the floor, out cold.
"Biff! You saved us!" Marty said.
Biff pulled out a pocket knife and cut loose Marty, Doc, Jennifer and the Bee Gees.
"Thanks alot Biff." Robin said.
"Aw, it was nothing." Biff said. "Let's just get out of here before he wakes up."
They all hurried back to the van. Barry started driving.
"I can't believe I'm with the Bee Gees!" Jennifer said. "Amazing!"
Maurice smiled. "I'm glad you're happy."
"Listen, because you saved us, I'm gonna invite you all to a private concert. Just you." Barry said.
Marty's eyes widened. "Really? When is it?" He said.
"It will be tommorow." Robin said.
"Do you have a place to stay?" Biff asked Doc.
"Actually, no. We just came for the concert." Doc said.
"Then you may stay at my apartment." Biff said.
"Oh no! We wouldn't want to trouble you about it." Doc said.
"It's really no trouble." Biff said.
"But what if Ron comes back?" Marty said.
"He'll be so intimidated by the way I hit him he won't ever come back." Biff said, laughing.
"If you say so." Doc said.
They arrived at the concert grounds. Marty, Doc, Jennifer and Biff got out.
"We'll see you tommorow!" Barry said.
The group got in Biff's car and Biff drove off to Biff's apartment.
When they arrived at the apartment, Marty slumped onto the couch.
"There are two couches here that fold out into beds." Biff said. "You guys can sleep in them."
"Okay." Marty said.
They sat on the couch, thinking about tommorow and what it would be like.