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When Worlds Collide and Go Kaboom: Chapter 419 December 2015, Saturday (I checked. Amazing what digital calendars can do), 7:45 a.m.
Hill Valley, California
'Marty' in this chapter and this chapter alone unless I change my mind refers to the 2015 guy. Most of this chapter was from the original story.
Wooh! Long chapter! ^_^
Marty ran his fingers lightly over the guitar strings another time, producing a gentle strum. It had been a long time since he had last played that guitar in public. Vaguely, he remembered the days… long ago, back when he had been rich, back then when The Pinheads had been one of the most successful bands around…
Putting down the instrument, Marty walked out of the room to the TV. He couldn't concentrate on anything somehow… for some reason he had this nagging feeling that something was going to happen that day, but he wasn't sure what it was.
He was the only one at home at the moment. Jennifer was at work, and the kids were out with friends or something.
"TV on… uh… Channel 5"
The television came on to the requested channel, and he slumped into the sofa, relaxing… that is, until the all-too-familiar words reached his ears…
"Hi! I'm Ted Theodore Logan!"
"And I'm Bill S. Preston Esquire!"
"Together we form… the WYLD STALLYNS!"
The sound of two guitars badly in need of tuning was heard.
Marty groaned, and gave the command for the television to turn off.
It was THEM again. The Wyld Stallyns, as they called themselves. The two dudes and their pals who had robbed The Pinheads of their hard earned popularity.
He remembered that day about two decades ago... the Hill Valley band competition. The Pinheads had practiced day after day from dawn to dusk… and then the Wyld Stallyns had come in and ruined it all. They didn't even know how to play. All they had done was stand there twanging random strings on their instruments and singing out of tune… and they won. Just like that.
And it wasn't only that time, Marty knew. Even earlier on, in 1988, The Pinheads had travelled to San Dimas for the great 'Battle of the Bands'. Once again, the Wyld Stallyns won. It wasn't so much their playing as the little show they put on which won the total support of the audience – the robot thing and their so called 'time machine'. To Marty, It looked more like a phone booth, but he hadn't said anything. All he had been able to do was stand and watch as The Pinheads were totally and utterly defeated… 'Time machine'. Indeed. Of all people, Marty should know what one looked like. And a phone booth just did not fit the description…
Suddenly, the phone rang, disrupting his thoughts. Marty got up from the couch and answered it, the feeling of foreboding he had had all the while for some reason intensified.
"Hello?"
"Dad, that you?"
"Yeah."
"There's… been a car accident of some kind, I don't know what happened, but someone tried to save me and he… he got knocked down instead… I think he's unconscious… you've got to come here!"
"Junior, what… where are you?" Marty asked.
"Outside the Clocktower. You've gotta hurry, I think the guy blacked out or something, I don't even know if he's still alive…"
"Wha… are you okay?"
The other side had hung up. Still hanging onto the phone, Marty just stood there for a moment, feeling confused. Then, he put down the telephone and left the house.
As he locked the door behind him and got into the car, Marty wondered what had happened. Car accident? It seemed to be a McFly tradition or something that one person from each generation would experience nearly getting murdered by a car.
His vehicle moved along the sky lanes of Hill Valley towards the Clocktower. Traffic was okay for the first part of the journey, but got worse as Marty neared the town center. He felt some sense of urgency. Partially because of his son's phone call and partially because suddenly, for no reason at all, he was getting flashes of memories he wasn't sure had been there before. The more he thought about it, though, the more he felt that they had always existed.
He remembered that day about 30 years ago when he had woken from a nightmare and left the house to find the DeLorean outside. He remembered how Doc had sent him to the future to… he couldn't remember too well what happened after that.
Marty put the car down next to the Clocktower, which had been the cause of countless fund-raising projects for the past 60 years or so ever since it had been struck by lightning. And the fund-raising was not showing any signs of stopping just yet.
"Save the Clocktower!" someone yelled in his ear as he got out of the car, jingling a can of coins in front of Marty and absolutely refusing to let him pass until he had donated something.
"60 years ago, lightning struck the Clocktower and it hasn't run since! Save the Clocktower!"
Marty sighed. He was broke enough already, what with the Wlyd Stallyns and all that… relying on a plan that always worked, he pointed at a random spot behind the fund raiser and yelled.
"What the *beep* is THAT?"
"Huh?" the Clocktower worshipper turned in surprise.
The momentary distraction had worked. Seeing his son a little way off, Marty ran towards him.
"Dad?"
"What happened?" He saw Marty Jr. standing next to someone else who lay prostrate on the ground. The latter seemed unconscious, but yet no one had stopped to help or anything.
"Which goes to say a lot about the people here," Marty thought, kneeling down to have a look at the victim's face. He nearly collapsed from shock, though in a strange kind of way he had been expecting it. The face was his own. The face of himself 30 years ago… Marty could only stare, feeling a bout of dizziness coming up on him as pieces of his memory began to come together suddenly. He was the one who had got knocked down… it had been him… Marty glanced up to see his son looking at him strangely.
"Dad, you okay?"
"Uh, yeah. I'm fine. How long did you have to wait for me?"
"About ten minutes. But I couldn't just LEAVE him here! I mean, he like saved my life…"
"And the responsible car just flew off, huh?"
"Yeah."
"Ok…just… help me carry him back to the car, okay? We'll decide what to do later."
Together, father and son lifted up the unconscious form of Marty McFly circa 1985 and moved towards the vehicle, which had attracted a ticket for illegal parking.
"Dad?"
"Huh?"
"He looks sorta like me."
Marty gave a wry smile that his son could not see.
"Yeah. I know."
There was a pause.
"Oh, and I'm supposed to meet someone at the Café 80s soon…"
"You can go if you want to. I'll manage."
"Sure?"
"Yup."
"Ok."
Marty Jr. left his father with the load and scooted off to another part of Hill Valley. Marty was almost at the car… just a few metres to go…suddenly, someone banged into him.
"OW! What the…" Marty turned his head.
"SAVE THE CLOCKTOWER!" *jingle jingle* "60 years ago…" the history lecture began by the person who seemed totally unperturbed by the fact that the guy he was pursuing carried an unconscious one.
"NOOOOOOO!"
Marty got into the car, slammed the door shut, shoved his other self into the backseat, climbed over to the front and lifted off into the sky. Below him, the Clocktower person had found another potential customer.
"Hey there, Mr. Tannen! Donate and save the Cloc…"
There was the sound of someone bashing someone else in the face.
And the latter was out for the count.
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*Switch perspective back to the 1985 guy*
In his semi-conscious state, Marty perceived someone carrying him. Who, or where he had no idea. His right leg hurt. Badly. He hoped he hadn't broken it.
"What's going on?" he finally managed to mumble, eyes still shut.
For a moment, there was silence. Then someone spoke.
"Don't worry, Marty. You'll be fine."
The voice sounded strangely familiar, but he couldn't place it.
Then he wondered. How did that person know his name?
He heard a door open, followed by an electronic greeting.
"Welcome home, Marty."
The door shut. He was vaguely aware of being put down on a bed somewhere. Then he blacked out again.
Marty did not hear the sound of an approaching car.
And he did not see his future self run out of the house to stare up at the sky, up at the flying DeLorean which had suddenly appeared there.
TO BE CONTINUED… Please review! ^_^
Stoko: Thanks for reviewing every chapter!
Jd burns: Yup, this WAS a rewrite. And it still has no fixed storyline. I've got no idea where this story is going. I just write the chapters as they come and see how it turns out… the previous version got into a dead end, hence the rewrite. Doc was knocked unconscious by the car boot slamming down [hard, very hard. Sorry FT.] on his head, not the door.
Dan Curby: As I said, the 'other five chapters' have been erased… *mysterious voice* erased from existence. *Is in a Twilight Zone mood for some strange reason*
Catherine: They are due whenever I finish writing them.
Back2thechaos: Okay, you've found out. Bill and Ted, yes. MJF, dunno. If there is it'll still have to be within the ff.net rules though. Which is no fun. I don't get to torture him.