Time for a change: chap 2
Marty was preparing to land next to the billboard when the car was suddenly eneloped in a bright electric blue light. The next thing he knew, the light had disappeared and the storm had gone with it. The Delorean hovered in the sky for about ten seconds and then plummeted straight down and right through the roof of the barn the time machine had appeared over.
Marty sat in the seat dazed for a few seconds as he tried to get his bearings. Looking out the windshield Marty could only see the wall of whatever structure he's fallen through.At first he couldn't figure out where the wall had come from—but then he recalled the lightning storm and the faint sound of a triple sonic boom being heard and it dawned on him.
Marty let out an exasperated groan and smacked his head into the steering wheel
"Great-now when am I?"
George Peabody had been sleeping peacefully, when a loud noise from outside awoke him and his wife Martha and both of them sat up in bed.
"What was that?" Martha asked as she grabbed her husband's arm and began to tightly squeeze it.
Before he could respond his daughter Godiva (and currently his only child) ran into the room "What happened?" she asked.
George stood and grabbed his rifle "I don't know but I want you two to stay her in the cabin whilst I go check it out."
Slipping on a coat he walked outside,over to his barn and opened the door.
"What Is it?" came a voice from behind him, George jumped a foot in the air and turned to glare at his wife and daughter "I thought I told ya two to stay in the cabin!" he snapped "And I don't know what it is, but it--t looks like a metal bird-without wings."
"That ain't no bird" Godiva said with a snort as she handed her father the book she held in her hand "look"
George and looked at the cover of the book his daughter had handed him.
On it was a picture of a demon who was riding a covered wagon—it looked a lot like a Delorean in fact.
George read the title.
"Satan's Wagon train to Hell,and other demonic tales of horror"
Then he looked up at the thing that sat in the middle of their barn.
Handing the book to his wife he began to circle the "demonic wagon", his gun ready to fire.
His wife meanwhile was staring at the book,
"I told you, I didn't want you reading this rubbish!" she yelled at her daughter her anger mounting.
Her daughter's guilty look confirmed it and in her anger Martha forgot about the demonic-wagon, and sat down yanking her daughter over her lap.
Godiva let out a cry of protest, and tried to prevent her mother from yanking up her nightgown, but her mother only got angrier and yanked it off completely, leaving her daughter naked as a Jay bird as she struggled to get away. "You got the devil in you girl" she snapped as she rolled up the book "And I intend to spank it out of you!"
With that she let loose with a flurry of harsh swats,causing her daughter's backside to quickly turn a deep purplish color and blisters begin to form. She would have kept on swatting for who knows how long if the "demon-wagon" hadn't suddenly come to life and lurched forward reminding Martha of it's presence. It began to roar almost like a bear and then four strange shapes rose up and took the shape of wheels.
That was it for the family.
Screaming in terror the trio ran for their horses.
George leapt onto to Old Pepperbox and waited as his wife, who shoved their daughter onto her horse sweetpea and then climbed on herself.
As soon as everyone was mounted George and Martha snapped the reighns on their horses and were off!
It had taken Doc quite a while to bike into town and to the "Bluebird Hotel" but he'd finally made it. He payed the five bucks for the room and collasped on the bed, falling asleep almost immedietly.
The next morning he awoke and immedietly began to make plans—thanks to a map he'd found scribbled on the back of the note by Marty, he knew the exact location of the Delorean.
Now all he needed was the tools.
Getting the dynamite would be quite easy. He still had enough money for several sticks of dynamite and all the stuff he would need to blow the cave open. The harder part would be borrowing the neccesary automobile that his 1955 counterpart owned.
Doc remembered that the day after Marty had gone back to his time that he- that is the he of 1955, would be out all day.
It was going to be difficult because even though he knew the keys were under the seat of the truck and the door was unlocked that it was the rich part of town and thus more heavily guarded-mostly because there had been a strong string of car thefts about three months ago and so the police checked neihborhood out every hour.
Marty opened the door of the Delorean and peeked through the barn door. He could just barely see two horses running away in the pale moonlight.
Marty sighed in relief and opened the doors all the way. Then he climbed into the car and stepped on the gas, and peeled on outta there.
He drove for a while as he tried to figure out where to ditch the Delorean, and finally came upon a cave.
"Perfect" Marty muttered "Just perfect" an with that he began to back the car back into the cave.
Doc climbed off his bike and wheeled it into the backyard of his 1955 counterpart's home. He stared at it.
"Boy do I miss this mansion" he said with a sad note in his voice.
Doc sighed and wheeled the bike over to where the truck was and tossed it into the back. Then he opened the door, grabbed the key and within minutes was slowly pulling out of the backyard as he tried to look as inconspicuos as possible.
Moments later he'd successfully pulled out onto the main drag and headed for town.
Sunlight poured through the windshield of the Delorean and Marty awoke with a start.
Stifling a yawn, he slipped out of the car and locked the door, and then walked out of the cave as he tried to figure out where town would be.
Finally he chose a direction and began to climb a hill.
Upon reaching the top of it he looked down and saw a small log cabin fenced almost all the way around.
"Maybe I can get some information about what direction Hill Valley is" Marty thought "And more important—what year this is."
And with that Marty made a beeline for the cabin.
Nearing the edge of town,Doc stopped the truck and slipped on out. He had decided to park on the outskirts of town as to make as to bring as little attention to himself as possible.
Shoving the key into his pocket and pulling his hat down, as tight as he could, he walked into the town square and into the small almost un- noticable hardware store where he bought several sticks of dynamite, and the rest of the necessary tools.
Once he had successfully purchased his items he walked back to the truck and threw his stuff on the seat.
He'd climbed into the driver's seat and was about to stick thwe key in the ignition when his stomache rumbled, reminding him that he still hadn't eaten.
He shrugged,he doubted it would hurt if he stopped in the café and had a quick bite to eat-so long as nobody recognized him.
After eating a breakfast of two eggs, four pancakes, two waffles, five slices of french toast, a bowl of grits, half a grapefruit and a black coffee, he was ready to go.
Half an hour later he pulled into the Hill Valley Cemetery where Marty had indicated from the map on the back of the letter was the burial site for the Delorean.
After setting the dynamite up he hid behind a tombstone and pulled the lever.
KAAAAABOOOOOOOOOOM!
An explosion errupted through the quiet morning silence and rock and dirt went flying.
As the dust settled Doc grabbed the flashlight he'd bought and snapped it on before walking into the inky darkness of the cave.
He walked for a few moments being careful not to trip over the decade old rail road tracks and flashed the light to and fro,looking for something—anything that would indicate the Delorean's burial spot.
Marty stepped up onto the porch and instictivley reached out to ring the doorbell before realizing that there wasn't one.
He suppressed another yawn and then reached out and gave three knocks on the door. It opened and a red-haired moustahced man sporting a robe and a bowler hat peeked on out "Can I be a-helping you sir?" he said in a thick Irish accent. "Yeah, sorry to disturb you" Marty said apoligetically "I didn't mean to wake you up, I was just wondering If you could point me in the direction Hill Valley is in-I'm new here and I—fell of the train on the way" Marty said hoping the guy whoever he was would buy his lame excuse.
The man blinked a couple times and then pointed at some nearby railroad tracks, "If'n-ya follow those trains tracks down that way"he said idicating with his finger "You will eventually come into Hill Valley"
"Thanks," said Marty, and he turned to start walking when the man spoke up again,"Excuse me sir-but do you have a hat?"
Marty turned "Uh, No but I'll be fine."
The man tossed his hat over to Marty
"Take mine sir, I have plenty more, and it's not wise to be walking out in this heat without a hat."
Marty grinned and fit the hat onto his head "thanks Mr..."
"Mcfly, Seamus Mcfly. And what would your name be sir?"
Marty's jaw nearly dropped, but he quickly regained composure
"Mar-I mean Rodgers, uh—Roy Rodgers"
"Well, It was nice talking with you Mr. Rodgers," Seamus said with a friendly nod "Maybe we'll bump into each other sometime in the future" he said closing the door.
"Or in the past" Marty thought to himself as he turned and headed towards the direction that Seamus had pointed him into.
Doc sighed with relief, it had been a week since he had found the Delorean entombed inside the cave. He'd finally found the burial spot when he spotted a color photograph of Marty's family nailed to one of many boards that were blocking several stones from falling onto the ground.
It had taken a while but Doc had eventually pulled the Delorean out of the cave and had driven it to the Pohakhee Drive In Theatre and had hidden it inside one of the fake tepees. Then he had driven his truck back to his 1955 counterpart's residence and then after buying the neccesary supplies and a wagon in which to tow them back in, had returned back to the Drive-In theatre and had begun to work on it.
The car had managed to come through almost unscathed, except for the fuel line which had been ripped, and the flying circuts which had been destroyed so badly that he would have to go into the future one more time to get it repaired. He'd easily repaired the rest of the fuel line and was now ready to go.
Climbing into the car, Doc pulled out of the theatre and onto the road. Doc reached over and set in his destination date.
November 5th 2015.
Marty was preparing to land next to the billboard when the car was suddenly eneloped in a bright electric blue light. The next thing he knew, the light had disappeared and the storm had gone with it. The Delorean hovered in the sky for about ten seconds and then plummeted straight down and right through the roof of the barn the time machine had appeared over.
Marty sat in the seat dazed for a few seconds as he tried to get his bearings. Looking out the windshield Marty could only see the wall of whatever structure he's fallen through.At first he couldn't figure out where the wall had come from—but then he recalled the lightning storm and the faint sound of a triple sonic boom being heard and it dawned on him.
Marty let out an exasperated groan and smacked his head into the steering wheel
"Great-now when am I?"
George Peabody had been sleeping peacefully, when a loud noise from outside awoke him and his wife Martha and both of them sat up in bed.
"What was that?" Martha asked as she grabbed her husband's arm and began to tightly squeeze it.
Before he could respond his daughter Godiva (and currently his only child) ran into the room "What happened?" she asked.
George stood and grabbed his rifle "I don't know but I want you two to stay her in the cabin whilst I go check it out."
Slipping on a coat he walked outside,over to his barn and opened the door.
"What Is it?" came a voice from behind him, George jumped a foot in the air and turned to glare at his wife and daughter "I thought I told ya two to stay in the cabin!" he snapped "And I don't know what it is, but it--t looks like a metal bird-without wings."
"That ain't no bird" Godiva said with a snort as she handed her father the book she held in her hand "look"
George and looked at the cover of the book his daughter had handed him.
On it was a picture of a demon who was riding a covered wagon—it looked a lot like a Delorean in fact.
George read the title.
"Satan's Wagon train to Hell,and other demonic tales of horror"
Then he looked up at the thing that sat in the middle of their barn.
Handing the book to his wife he began to circle the "demonic wagon", his gun ready to fire.
His wife meanwhile was staring at the book,
"I told you, I didn't want you reading this rubbish!" she yelled at her daughter her anger mounting.
Her daughter's guilty look confirmed it and in her anger Martha forgot about the demonic-wagon, and sat down yanking her daughter over her lap.
Godiva let out a cry of protest, and tried to prevent her mother from yanking up her nightgown, but her mother only got angrier and yanked it off completely, leaving her daughter naked as a Jay bird as she struggled to get away. "You got the devil in you girl" she snapped as she rolled up the book "And I intend to spank it out of you!"
With that she let loose with a flurry of harsh swats,causing her daughter's backside to quickly turn a deep purplish color and blisters begin to form. She would have kept on swatting for who knows how long if the "demon-wagon" hadn't suddenly come to life and lurched forward reminding Martha of it's presence. It began to roar almost like a bear and then four strange shapes rose up and took the shape of wheels.
That was it for the family.
Screaming in terror the trio ran for their horses.
George leapt onto to Old Pepperbox and waited as his wife, who shoved their daughter onto her horse sweetpea and then climbed on herself.
As soon as everyone was mounted George and Martha snapped the reighns on their horses and were off!
It had taken Doc quite a while to bike into town and to the "Bluebird Hotel" but he'd finally made it. He payed the five bucks for the room and collasped on the bed, falling asleep almost immedietly.
The next morning he awoke and immedietly began to make plans—thanks to a map he'd found scribbled on the back of the note by Marty, he knew the exact location of the Delorean.
Now all he needed was the tools.
Getting the dynamite would be quite easy. He still had enough money for several sticks of dynamite and all the stuff he would need to blow the cave open. The harder part would be borrowing the neccesary automobile that his 1955 counterpart owned.
Doc remembered that the day after Marty had gone back to his time that he- that is the he of 1955, would be out all day.
It was going to be difficult because even though he knew the keys were under the seat of the truck and the door was unlocked that it was the rich part of town and thus more heavily guarded-mostly because there had been a strong string of car thefts about three months ago and so the police checked neihborhood out every hour.
Marty opened the door of the Delorean and peeked through the barn door. He could just barely see two horses running away in the pale moonlight.
Marty sighed in relief and opened the doors all the way. Then he climbed into the car and stepped on the gas, and peeled on outta there.
He drove for a while as he tried to figure out where to ditch the Delorean, and finally came upon a cave.
"Perfect" Marty muttered "Just perfect" an with that he began to back the car back into the cave.
Doc climbed off his bike and wheeled it into the backyard of his 1955 counterpart's home. He stared at it.
"Boy do I miss this mansion" he said with a sad note in his voice.
Doc sighed and wheeled the bike over to where the truck was and tossed it into the back. Then he opened the door, grabbed the key and within minutes was slowly pulling out of the backyard as he tried to look as inconspicuos as possible.
Moments later he'd successfully pulled out onto the main drag and headed for town.
Sunlight poured through the windshield of the Delorean and Marty awoke with a start.
Stifling a yawn, he slipped out of the car and locked the door, and then walked out of the cave as he tried to figure out where town would be.
Finally he chose a direction and began to climb a hill.
Upon reaching the top of it he looked down and saw a small log cabin fenced almost all the way around.
"Maybe I can get some information about what direction Hill Valley is" Marty thought "And more important—what year this is."
And with that Marty made a beeline for the cabin.
Nearing the edge of town,Doc stopped the truck and slipped on out. He had decided to park on the outskirts of town as to make as to bring as little attention to himself as possible.
Shoving the key into his pocket and pulling his hat down, as tight as he could, he walked into the town square and into the small almost un- noticable hardware store where he bought several sticks of dynamite, and the rest of the necessary tools.
Once he had successfully purchased his items he walked back to the truck and threw his stuff on the seat.
He'd climbed into the driver's seat and was about to stick thwe key in the ignition when his stomache rumbled, reminding him that he still hadn't eaten.
He shrugged,he doubted it would hurt if he stopped in the café and had a quick bite to eat-so long as nobody recognized him.
After eating a breakfast of two eggs, four pancakes, two waffles, five slices of french toast, a bowl of grits, half a grapefruit and a black coffee, he was ready to go.
Half an hour later he pulled into the Hill Valley Cemetery where Marty had indicated from the map on the back of the letter was the burial site for the Delorean.
After setting the dynamite up he hid behind a tombstone and pulled the lever.
KAAAAABOOOOOOOOOOM!
An explosion errupted through the quiet morning silence and rock and dirt went flying.
As the dust settled Doc grabbed the flashlight he'd bought and snapped it on before walking into the inky darkness of the cave.
He walked for a few moments being careful not to trip over the decade old rail road tracks and flashed the light to and fro,looking for something—anything that would indicate the Delorean's burial spot.
Marty stepped up onto the porch and instictivley reached out to ring the doorbell before realizing that there wasn't one.
He suppressed another yawn and then reached out and gave three knocks on the door. It opened and a red-haired moustahced man sporting a robe and a bowler hat peeked on out "Can I be a-helping you sir?" he said in a thick Irish accent. "Yeah, sorry to disturb you" Marty said apoligetically "I didn't mean to wake you up, I was just wondering If you could point me in the direction Hill Valley is in-I'm new here and I—fell of the train on the way" Marty said hoping the guy whoever he was would buy his lame excuse.
The man blinked a couple times and then pointed at some nearby railroad tracks, "If'n-ya follow those trains tracks down that way"he said idicating with his finger "You will eventually come into Hill Valley"
"Thanks," said Marty, and he turned to start walking when the man spoke up again,"Excuse me sir-but do you have a hat?"
Marty turned "Uh, No but I'll be fine."
The man tossed his hat over to Marty
"Take mine sir, I have plenty more, and it's not wise to be walking out in this heat without a hat."
Marty grinned and fit the hat onto his head "thanks Mr..."
"Mcfly, Seamus Mcfly. And what would your name be sir?"
Marty's jaw nearly dropped, but he quickly regained composure
"Mar-I mean Rodgers, uh—Roy Rodgers"
"Well, It was nice talking with you Mr. Rodgers," Seamus said with a friendly nod "Maybe we'll bump into each other sometime in the future" he said closing the door.
"Or in the past" Marty thought to himself as he turned and headed towards the direction that Seamus had pointed him into.
Doc sighed with relief, it had been a week since he had found the Delorean entombed inside the cave. He'd finally found the burial spot when he spotted a color photograph of Marty's family nailed to one of many boards that were blocking several stones from falling onto the ground.
It had taken a while but Doc had eventually pulled the Delorean out of the cave and had driven it to the Pohakhee Drive In Theatre and had hidden it inside one of the fake tepees. Then he had driven his truck back to his 1955 counterpart's residence and then after buying the neccesary supplies and a wagon in which to tow them back in, had returned back to the Drive-In theatre and had begun to work on it.
The car had managed to come through almost unscathed, except for the fuel line which had been ripped, and the flying circuts which had been destroyed so badly that he would have to go into the future one more time to get it repaired. He'd easily repaired the rest of the fuel line and was now ready to go.
Climbing into the car, Doc pulled out of the theatre and onto the road. Doc reached over and set in his destination date.
November 5th 2015.