Time for a Change chapter 7
Max Luthor flicked the cigarette he had clenched tightly between his lips and sent ash flying everywhere. In his head he had only one thought, that the maxhole who had gotten him fired from his job at the hover-conversion repair shop a few days ago would die a slow agonizing death. He had even bought a gun and hauled it around with him hoping to spot the Delorean the old guy had brought in. But it had been to no avail and anyway, even if he'd found the guy It would have made little difference as he had actually lost the gun yesterday when he'd accidentally dropped it down a porti-potti.
So naturally Max was shocked when he turned the corner to see a red Delorean peel out of the garage of the Blue bird Hotel and saw the same old guy leap out of his car and run into the office.
Before he knew what he was doing Max had run across the street and hid in the backseat of the car, and just in time too. He had just barely lowered himself when he heard a body jump into the front seat and slam the door.
As the car began to speed up Max tried to figure out what to do and eventually decided that he'd kill the guy with whatever he could get his hands on as soon as the car came to a stop.
Suddenly there was a large jolt and the sound of an explosion accompanied by tremendous light that shone into the backseat and Max stifled the terrified scream he wanted to utter. What the Chell was going on?
The light dissappeared and the slick futuristic era gave way to the wild and expanded plains of the 1880's.
Ignoring the rough bumpy ride Doc scanned the horizon and finally found the cave he had been looking for.
Pulling around Doc backed into the cave, shut the engine off and gave a small whoop as he leaned back
" thank god, it worked" he yawned and looked at himself in the rearveiw mirror. "Now to get Marty, get back to 1985 and destroy this infernal time machine."
Opening the door Doc stretched and worked all the cricks in his muscles out before reaching into the passenger side and pulling out the twelve-gallon hat and western-cut duster coat he'd bought in the future, as well as the old beat up cowboy boots.
After Changing he strecthed again, and then locked the car up and headed out towards Hill Valley.
A few moments later Max poked his head up and looked out the front windsheld "I don't believe it!, I'm in a time machine?"
Max looked around at the controls and breathed out slowly.
"This is great, looks like I'm gonna be going for a joyride like none other—I'm gonna be so rich and there's many other possibilities, power for example, but best of all I'll make that old dirtwad pay with his life!"
And then Max began to laugh.
Today was his day.