"Marty? Marty!" a voice called in the background. Marty looked around aimlessly, everything a blur. He didn't know how much time had passed. He vaguely remembered driving away with the Doc in the time machine, and then the Doc telling him to wait in the car as he ran out. He must have dozed off because when he woke up, it was pitch black outside.
"Marty!" the voice called again. Marty blinked and began to focus on Doc sitting next to him, shaking his shoulder.
"Doc, what happened?" Marty asked, rubbing his eyes to wake up. Doc had a big grin on his face.
"We're in 1955, Marty. I fixed everything. I stayed around to make sure. Your father fought with Biff at the car and he danced with your mother at the dance. Everything is as it should be."
"How did you do that, Doc?" Marty asked, stunned. Doc gave a playful shrug.
"I locked you in the closet for just a little longer." Doc put the key in the ignition and started the car. "C'mon, let's go home." Marty happily turned the clock to May 4th, 1985 at 6:00pm, an hour before Dave was killed. Doc took off in the station wagon, accelerating at an increasing rate. Marty closed his eyes and held his breath as flashing lights surrounded him. When he opened his eyes, he was on an abandoned street.
"Are we here? Are we back?" Marty asked nervously. Doc looked down at the clock and smiled.
"We're back." Marty didn't have to hear that twice. He jumped out of the car and starting running down the street.
"Marty, wait! Let me help you!" Doc screamed, getting out of the car as well. Marty turned back towards him.
"I have to do this, Doc! There's no time to waste!" Marty yelled back, continuing to run towards the city.
" I can make it," Marty kept telling himself. "I'm not too far away." Marty stopped short as he saw Dave's abandoned car on the side of the road.
"This is where we broke down," Marty muttered to himself. "I better hurry!" He ran as fast as he could, panting heavily. Twenty minutes later, he stopped again in his tracks. About sixty feet in front of him was Dave and…himself, talking to each other. Marty immediately heard a lady scream. His eyes widened as he saw Dave run towards the alleyway.
"No, wait, Dave!" Marty called out after he saw himself run off into the distance. He quickly followed Dave, who had already gone into the alleyway.
"Dave, stop!" Marty bellowed.
"Get off of her!" he heard Dave scream. He came around the corner to find Dave and the attacker struggling on the floor. He saw the lady's foot sticking out of a dark corner in the back of the alleyway. To Marty's horror, when he looked back, he saw the attacker pull out a knife.
"No!" Marty screamed, going to jump on top of the man but he couldn't get there in time. The attacker stabbed Dave in the stomach. Marty let out a primal scream as Dave fell to the ground. Marty jumped on the back of the attacker, pulling at his hair. The attacker head-butted Marty. They both fell to the floor. The man immediately came to his knees and proceeded to punch Marty in the face and stomach. Marty doubled over, his vision becoming blurry. When his eyes came back into focus, the attacker was gone. Marty immediately looked back at Dave, who was breathing very shallow in front of him, the knife still in his stomach.
"Dave!" Marty crawled over to him. Dave gazed panic-stricken into Marty's eyes. "You're going to be fine, you're going to be O.K," Marty speedily mumbled.
"Marty, are you hurt?" Dave croaked between scattered breaths.
"Don't worry about me, you dork!" Marty quickly took off his jacket and pushed it on Dave's chest. The coat was immediately soaked with blood.
"Oh, God," Marty cried. Dave shut his eyes in pain, blood forming at his lips.
"Is he O.K.?" a female voice called from in front of Marty. Marty didn't bother to look at her, his attention strictly focused on Dave's glassy eyes.
"I'm sorry I didn't get here in time," Marty cried, tears now falling down his face. "I'm so sorry." Dave shook his head, coughing.
"It's not your fault," Dave whispered. "I guess it's my…" Dave shut his eyes again, blocking out the pain.
" Dave? Dave, stay with me!" Marty shouted, shaking Dave's shoulders. Dave breathing faltered, his eyes still closed.
"I love you, Marty," he said, barely audible. Marty squeezed Dave's arms tightly.
"I love you too," Marty answered softly. Dave's head then fell limp against Marty's hand.
"Dave? Dave!" Marty pleaded, shaking Dave again, but this time, Dave didn't move.
"No," Marty mumbled, his head falling on top of the jacket on Dave's stomach.
"O God, I'm sorry. This is all my fault. He saved my life. I'm so sorry…" the young lady cried hysterically. Marty got up slowly and looked up at the young lady to console her. His face turned white when he recognized whom it was. Her hair was long and bleached blond, and she wore tons of makeup, but it was her.
"Crystal?" Marty asked, shocked. The young lady looked up at him with tear-stained eyes, clutching her dirt stained blouse.
"No, my name's Violet," she said. Marty blinked back tears, trying to register everything that was happening.
"Are you O.K.?" Marty asked. Before she could answer, however, Marty spotted a police officer running up towards them. Marty instinctively ran into the dark hole that she was hiding in before, putting his finger over his mouth to tell her to be quiet. From there, he could vaguely see the police officer grab Violet and then two other officers run over with him. He hid back into the hole as he saw himself fighting the officer named Harry and then finally run away. After a few seconds, he decided it was safe now for him to come out.
"Police, freeze!" one of the officers screamed, pointing his gun at Marty.
"No, wait! I'm his brother!" Marty yelled back, his hands up in the air. Harry took a double take as he looked at Marty and then back out into the street where the other Marty had just run away.
"Put down your weapon," Harry ordered the officer, walking over to Marty. "Son, how in the world did you get…" Marty cut him off by walking over in front of Dave. The officer who had pulled Violet out came over with a white sheet and covered Dave's body.
"Son, I'm so sorry," Harry said sincerely, clutching Marty's arm. Marty rubbed his tear-stained eyes.
"I was too late." Thoughts flew through Marty's head. "I couldn't save him…again. No matter what I do, he still dies. I can't change it. What am I going to do now?" Marty looked up to spot Violet sitting alone on the curb, shivering. Marty left the bewildered Harry there with his brother and passed the other officers, who were talking on their radios, as he walked slowly over to Violet. She looked up at him briefly and then down again, starting to cry. Marty sat down next to her.
"Are you O.K.?" Marty asked softly. Violet nodded, trying to sniff back her tears.
"Do you have anywhere to go? Anyone to come get you?" Violent shook her head, distressed.
"No, I don't have anyone. I don't have a home or a family. I live on the streets." Violet took a deep breath, looking down at her feet. "It should have been me, not him." Marty shook his head, putting his hand gently on her shoulder. Violet looked up at him. He didn't say anything, but just looked into her eyes.
"What should I do now?" Violet asked quietly after a lengthy pause.
"You can come with me," Marty said decidedly. "I'll take care of you."
The End.