Notice: ( I forgot to say that none of the character here are mine except
for Jean Holmes and Emily.. Read on. )
Raising his gun, Strickland fired off a third shot as he chased the
carload of kids down the street and aimed at the car now eight blocks
away and Bam! Nailed a taillight, Bam! He fired again and there was a cry
of pain followed by some swearing "that mother****! Shot my ear off!,
that ***** shot my ear clean off!" Suddenly the car turned around and
began to come back towards Strickland as the passengers began firing
their guns. Strickland swore under his breath then turned and ran for the
safety of his house a mere thirty feet away as bullets whizzed past his
head--CRASH! With a sudden leap Strickland sailed right through his
bedroom window, sending glass flying everywhere.
The carpet cushioned his fall as he slammed into the floor then rolled
behind his bed the bloodthirsty teenagers' bullets missing him by mere
inches as the car flew by. Jumping to his feet Strickland grabbed the
keys off his bedside table and ran into his garage where he kept HIS
vehicle of choice---an old beat-up military hummer-painted jet-black.
There was a squeal of tires from outside--so the punks were coming back
for another round eh? He thought they would. Hopping in Strickland
started the vehicle up. Stepped on the gas and-WHAAMMMO! Plowed right
through his garage door! He jerked the steering wheel to the right and
the vehicle lurched over the sidewalk and into the street--Strickland
peered into the inky darkness and spied the carload of slackers barreling
towards him--evidentially they saw him as well because they immediately
came to a screeching halt causing the car to spin in a complete circle
and take off back in the direction it had been coming from.
Thirty-eight years old Jean Holmes groaned as she climbed out of her car
and sauntered towards her house--SCREEEECH! Suddenly a carload of young
boys bearing guns sped past, followed closely by a sinister looking jet
black hummer-- "Great just another typical night in Hill Valley" Jean
muttered shaking her head-she really had to get out of this hellhole-she
had her five year old daughter Emily to think about after all.
The carload of miscreants suddenly veered sharply to the left as the car
ran across the corner of the street and onto a lawn then back onto the
street again, smashing the small tricycle that lay in It's path, seconds
later Strickland followed suit in his hummer-WHUMP! What remained of the
battered tricycle was crushed flat under the tires until it was no more.
for Jean Holmes and Emily.. Read on. )
Raising his gun, Strickland fired off a third shot as he chased the
carload of kids down the street and aimed at the car now eight blocks
away and Bam! Nailed a taillight, Bam! He fired again and there was a cry
of pain followed by some swearing "that mother****! Shot my ear off!,
that ***** shot my ear clean off!" Suddenly the car turned around and
began to come back towards Strickland as the passengers began firing
their guns. Strickland swore under his breath then turned and ran for the
safety of his house a mere thirty feet away as bullets whizzed past his
head--CRASH! With a sudden leap Strickland sailed right through his
bedroom window, sending glass flying everywhere.
The carpet cushioned his fall as he slammed into the floor then rolled
behind his bed the bloodthirsty teenagers' bullets missing him by mere
inches as the car flew by. Jumping to his feet Strickland grabbed the
keys off his bedside table and ran into his garage where he kept HIS
vehicle of choice---an old beat-up military hummer-painted jet-black.
There was a squeal of tires from outside--so the punks were coming back
for another round eh? He thought they would. Hopping in Strickland
started the vehicle up. Stepped on the gas and-WHAAMMMO! Plowed right
through his garage door! He jerked the steering wheel to the right and
the vehicle lurched over the sidewalk and into the street--Strickland
peered into the inky darkness and spied the carload of slackers barreling
towards him--evidentially they saw him as well because they immediately
came to a screeching halt causing the car to spin in a complete circle
and take off back in the direction it had been coming from.
Thirty-eight years old Jean Holmes groaned as she climbed out of her car
and sauntered towards her house--SCREEEECH! Suddenly a carload of young
boys bearing guns sped past, followed closely by a sinister looking jet
black hummer-- "Great just another typical night in Hill Valley" Jean
muttered shaking her head-she really had to get out of this hellhole-she
had her five year old daughter Emily to think about after all.
The carload of miscreants suddenly veered sharply to the left as the car
ran across the corner of the street and onto a lawn then back onto the
street again, smashing the small tricycle that lay in It's path, seconds
later Strickland followed suit in his hummer-WHUMP! What remained of the
battered tricycle was crushed flat under the tires until it was no more.