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This was written by Jake Skywalker and edited and typed by Anakin McFly (punctuation, sentence structure, etc). Have pity on him and review. He's barely ten years old.
In the Shadow of Time17-year-old Marty McFly loitered around the deserted train track. He glanced up at his watch before returning his gaze to the track before him, his eyes slowly travelling up to the clear blue sky above.
"Any second now," he muttered to himself, when all of a sudden the monotonous silence was broken by a series of loud sonic booms. A huge, old-fashioned locomotive appeared in the sky from out of nowhere, the initials 'ELB' emblazoned on its side. Compressed steam escaped from the train's wheels as it landed.
Marty approached the train, expecting to see Doc, Clara and their two sons step out to greet him warmly. What he did not expect was to see the four of them rush out, heading for possible hiding places in the area. Doc grabbed Marty, pulling him along as he ducked behind a large rosebush. Raising a finger to his lips, he motioned the teen to remain silent.
The sound of mechanical gears in motion reached their ears and they saw two immensely large cyborgs march out. The sunlight glinted on their metallic arms, for instead of normal elbows and hands, each arm was replaced by a rather large, imposing cannon.
"Scanning. Area. Destroy. Brown. Family. Destroy. Brown. Family."
Four similar cyborgs stepped out and began exploring the area. After an unsuccessful sweep of the railroad track, the lead cyborg, tallest of the lot, marched back into the train.
"Commander. Sweep. Unsuccessful. Brown. Family. Eluded. Capture," it said from inside the train.
Another voice spoke up.
"Fool! Find them! They have to be here somewhere! They can't just disappear into thin air!"
There was something familiar about the voice, Marty thought, and his suspicions were confirmed when out of the shadows stepped a man clothed in a striped business suit, his sleek blond hair plastered against his thick head (a/n: I always knew he was a fathead) and with a smoking cigar in his right hand.
Marty's mouth fell open as he whispered to Doc.
"Biff? Wha…"
Doc nodded.
"Yes. It's him. He somehow got his hands on the locomotive, went into the future, got hold of those mechanical beasts from an Iraqi arms dealer and now he's trying to eliminate us!"
"Shhhhh!"
TO BE CONTINUED… Please review!
