Mini Black Raven: I know it took a long time to update, but I'm a slow typist. GIVE ME A BREAK! Please note that spelling changes have been made in chapter 1.

Disclaimer: I don't own Back to the Future. Although I wish my parent's had placed stocks in the movie when it came out. Then I would be RICH! He, he, he. (maybe)

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Just as the Pepsi popped out of the dispatch compartment Griff and his "friends" walked in.

"McFly!" screeched Griff. "I thought I told you to meet us in the alley at 10 sharp."

"Oh, hey Griff." called Marty as he fixed his jacket.

Ignoring the salutation Griff continued to advance. "It's 10:01 right now. What took you McFly?"

"Sorry Griff." apologized Marty. "I…I…was taking something to my dad."

"Oh!" scoffed Griff, "Still running errands for your old man I see." Griff picked Marty up and threw him against the counter. "What's more important McFly?" another engagement with the counter. "Your old man?" right hook. "Your little errands?" left hook. "Or your skin?" asked Griff as he threw Marty against a wall.

"You, you, of course Griff. Heh, heh. Nobody else. Sorry, sorry, won't happen again." stammered Marty.

"It better not." said Griff as he started to advance again. "Now about tonight's big raid, are you coming or not McFly?"

"Well…you know Griff I…heh, heh…that is…I…um…you know…" stammered Marty.

"Come on Mc Fly," interrupted Griff grabbing Marty's throat. "are you coming or not? It's just a yes or no answer."

"NO." said a voice from behind.

Startled to hear an answer Griff let go of an almost un-breathing Marty Junior. Griff turned around to see the one the only MARTY SEINOR!

"My son is not participating in any type of gang related conflict." said Marty. (I'm getting a little confused. How about you?)

"Did you just say no?" asked Griff in disbelief.

"Yeah, what are you deaf and stupid? I said no." replied Marty Senior. "Come on kid let's get out of here."

Junior wobbled toward his dad and was out the door in a few crashed and bumps. Marty Senior was just about to leave when the deadly words hit him. "What's the matter McFly? Chicken?" asked Griff

The single word 'chicken' got his complete attention. To add to the fun of teasing an old man one member of the bang played a harmonious tune of chicken clucking.

Maty's heart started to race, his hands clenched into fists.

'Shit,' thought Junior. 'Dad's losing it again.' Junior made a quick u-turn of the safety of his dad's car.

"What did you call me Griff?" asked Marty with a touch of irritation.

Griff silently activated an aluminum bat. "Chicken." replied Griff. The chicken clip repeated.

"Nobody calls me chicken." said Marty. Griff pulled out his band and swung. He missed, big time. Marty Senior dived and sliding head first tackled Griff's legs pulling him down for an engagement with the floor. Luck for Marty, Griff didn't land on top of him.

"Run!" yelled Marty Senior

"Get him!" yelled Griff just noticing that Junior was gone. As the gang searched for the Chicken's chick Griff looked around the café and saw no sign of Marty Senior.

Outside a search party was looking for junior. "Where did he go?" asked one gang member.

Another spotted Marty in the silver car. "There he is!" Marty screamed in fear and floored it followed closely by Griff and his 'friends' who was followed by an angry Biff yelling that his grandson didn't pay for the 2nd coat of wax.

'What the hell did dad do to this car?' thought Marty as he flicked a switch reveling more buttons. This also activated the time circuits which poor Marty Junior had no idea about. Marty looked in the rear view mirror only to see Griff. 'Shit,' thought Marty, 'it's gonna be had to lose him on a straight away.' Marty pressed the gas hard heading straight for Hill Dale. Griff gave a wild animal call has he bumped the car. Marty just went faster until he hit the deadly 88 miles per hour. The read out on the dash board read 1986.

The car started to glow bright blue neon and sparks flew fro the front of the car. Griff stepped on the breaks only to find his care spinning out of control. While Griff's car was imitation a top Marty Junior and the car disappeared in a flash leaving two trails of fire behind. When Griff finally got control of the care he looked wildly for Marty. Only he didn't see anything.

"What the hell is going on here?" asked Griff to no one in particular.

Mini Black Raven: Well, except for the spelling errors what did you think? Please Review. As I said before, it takes me a long time to post so don't expect another chapter tomorrow, even though it's summer.