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Marty shook his head as he rode his black with yellow striped skateboard down the long cement road that was known as, "Riverside Drive", asking himself mentally how stupid was he. As he drove himself down the hard ground, eyes focused on any cars that might come barreling at him at from any connecting street while he skated dead center, he tried not to question his own actions with second guesses. Here he was, delusional as all Hell, on his way to see if the now infamous Doc Brown was anywhere to be seen. He felt like he did when he was twelve, chasing rumors of the mysterious man that resided in a garage. If only the younger version had known that the man was inside and to NOT break in for his own personal sneak peak. As much as he loved Doc- or did, at least- maybe it would have been the better if the young McFly would've obeyed the laws and not committed a felon?
Their relationship had tender moments, but was the heartache having been worth the soft seconds?
Letting out a sigh that was seen in the November air, chilled frost awaiting Marty if he was in any less amount of layers, he arrived at the address. He adjusted his large brown winter coat, jeans shifting when his shoes kicked up his skateboard for him to grab. At the driveway curb of the residence, he stared at the home of Emmett. It had no signs of occupancy from what he guessed was at least a month, the start of when this entire catastrophic situation arose. He hyped himself up until he had enough courage to walk up to the gated entrance with his skateboard in hand, mumbling the words to some distant Michael Jackson song to keep his brain rid of the poking anxiety.
Going to the garage door once he surpassed the silver gate, his eyes wandered down the paneling and framework of the building till his feet stopped to the front door. Taking in a breath of hope, one which he held briefly, he allowed himself to exhale after he lifted the welcoming mat from the cold ground in hopes of an object to be staring back. One golden key laid proudly underneath the badly hidden hiding spot, a twinge of luck or method repetition coming his way. Some things never change, no matter the timeline
Picking up the key, he unlocked the doorknob and proceeded to enter the once warm home. Marty's blue eyes shifted across every object, every piece of paper throughout the garage till he felt as if he could be at peace with his discovery. Nobody was home and haven't been for quite some time.
He gingerly sat the key back on the cement and kicked the rug flat over it, pondering how long it would take till one of the investigators figure out such an obvious point of entry. He was surprised at the lack of police tape that he expected to be around the property, but as it turned out, the police chief had asked to keep all signs of disturbance away from the residence in hope Doc would return thinking he was out of the woods only to have the police called by the watchful neighbors. Marty closed his eyes tightly for a moment, shaking his head free of the twisting sharp nervous reminder that Doc could appear at any moment. He was in the enemy's house, after all.
Marty didn't let his skateboard out of his left armpit as he took a few more steps into the messy garage, not being able to help himself as he let out a very small laugh at the sight of the burnt red car that was used clear back in the fifties now resting on top of the small bed Doc had claimed as Marty's. Marty had been playing with it absentmindedly the last time the two shared the house together, discussing the endless equations of time travel and the ever falling apart space time continuum of what little insight Marty could provide, more of reassuring Emmett with approval of whatever scientific language he was speaking in that Marty couldn't understand a word of. Those memories to Marty now felt bitter, making his eyes no longer be filled with joy as they were a moment ago. The only replacement suitable for him was despair at the path this timeline had took all because of him, another major event now his fault. At least with Biff getting the almanac and becoming insanely rich he had his scientist interest by his side. Now, he walked lonely.
Not wanting to be reminded of the sadness that followed their past together, Marty turned on his Nike clothed heel to leave. As he took a step to leave, his eyes caught something familiar. It was the leather brown mind map helmet that Emmett had created over four or five decades ago, dusty and sitting on top of useless machine parts that resided near the door. Knowing how Doc "organized" things, he was guessing that the mind map helmet was fit to be thrown into the garbage.
Hesitantly, he grabbed the helmet with his free right hand as he walked to leave. Marty always was the sentimental type and besides, he was skateboarding on rough roads. Safety first.
By the time Marty had gotten home after skateboarding throughout the alleys and hotspots of Hill Valley, it was nearing midnight when he rolled into his house. After having several long talks with his parents, they gave him enough leash to come home by the tick of a new day. The didn't want him out all night, especially while the young man was still on suicide watch, but they felt like he had been punished enough with the several uncomfortable and unfortunate days that had been brought to Marty. They didn't want to suffocate him, allowing him to continue to leave the house as he normally would with the occasional phone call.
Marty opened the front door, eyes adverting from the sofa where he was violated once he entered the house. His legs screamed of begging relief from skating around all day like a hooligan, something he hadn't done in a month or so. Ignoring the physical request, Marty tossed his skateboard and mind map helmet near his shoes that he slipped off next to the entrance along with the mess of shoes from the rest of the residence in the home. He smiled to himself as he softly shut the front door, whistling as he made his way to the kitchen through the darkness that was only illuminated by blue tinted nightlights his mother insisted of placing everywhere. Marty could, confidently, say that he had a good day today. He skated around with no goal in mind and got the closure of Doc's place that he needed, one that spelt out the words, "gone for good".
He opened up the refrigerator, crouching down into a squat as his eyes scanned the brightly designed labels of a fully stocked supply. He thought to himself more, never not thinking. He didn't hate Doc, no, but he felt dirty every time he thought of the man. How could his closest friend take advantage of him like that? How could Doc have allowed him to get the alcohol? How could the older proceeded with the sex?
Reaching for a Pepsi-Free, he felt the cool of the aluminum tingle his warm hand, causing his face to cringe in the yellow fridge light from the frost that invaded his skin. He stood up straight, closing the door softly as to not wake his family. They needed their rest after the "situation" around town was now dying down. He wasn't the only one who was caused emotional distress by this entire thing.
Walking to his room, he picked up the leather mind map helmet and blew the dust off of it, rolling his eyes at yet another nightlight that filled the hallway in the small white plated wall socket. He put the helmet on for his own humor, eyes lighting up in surprise as the hallway now filled with the bright yellow light of the reader. The lightbulb flickered to bright green as Marty smirked and whispered aloud to himself, "No way, it works?"
Chucking, Marty opened his bedroom door and walked in, thinking of how Emmett used to fawn over Edna as if she was some angel from the heavens or perfectly crafted Goddess when in reality her spirit was held to more Hell-ish side of the spectrum. Once he was inside his room, Marty closed the door with a soft click, taking small steps to his bed as he tossed the can of Pepsi onto his mattress, lifting his arms in the air above his brown mixed hair to stretch out in the open. His eyes narrowed when he saw Einstein laying on his pillow, but not for being on the bed. A growl admitted towards Marty from his now claimed pet, causing Marty to tilt his head in confusion.
"Einey? What's wrong, buddy?"
Another low growl, Einstein curled into a ball now having lift his head from the comfy position he was in. His black eyes watched in the dark, aimed directly at Marty. It took the teenager a moment to realize that Einstein wasn't growling at him. The loyal golden dog was warning somebody behind Marty, staring straight through his body.
Marty swallowed hard in the almost pitch black room, his throat dry. His body ran cold as if he had been plunged in ice water, his breath catching in his throat as his heart beated loudly in his ears with adrenaline. Einstein wasn't the type of dog to growl at nothing, rarely growling at anybody to begin with.
Marty closed his pale blue eyes softly, his mind map helmet emitting a constant light of dim red that was the illumination in the bedroom. His chapped lips opened, choosing his words carefully that caused Einstein to cease growling in order to hear his vocals. "Please, don't hurt me."
He couldn't decide if it was a Tannen, a crazed fan of his father's, or someone who wanted a glimpse for themselves of the boy who was the cover of many newspapers. Whoever the intruder was, Marty prepared himself for the worst just like he always had in bad situations.
Marty's entire body went stiff when behind him he felt a taller body, a hand swiftly going over his lips to cover them from emitting sound while the second hand wrapped around his chest underneath both arms. Marty's breath starting to come out quickly from his nose, eyes widening and hands shaking quicker than any occasion he could place. His heart nearly stopped with the husk voice of an older friend whispered in his ear, breath hitting his earlobe with it.
"Don't. Scream."
It was Doc.
His helmet flickered to green for a second as the happiness in his chest rose, moving his hands up to the hand over his mouth to push it away and vocalize some words of happiness, but the realization of who all Doc now was came crashing back down. The helmet shown a deep red, skipping yellow altogether in an act of defiance. Marty did the exact opposite instructions that Emmett asked of, Doc's body against Marty's back in something of an affectionate manner due to the guess of Marty being touched starved.
Marty tried to scream as loud as he could, his cries only being muffled by the strong hand that he gripped and tug to pull away. Marty flung himself backwards into the wall, sending Doc hitting the wooden dresser (along with knobs) sharply, letting the air get knocked out of him in the sudden movement. Thought he was old, Doc still had a considerable amount of strength in him from the years of lifting heavy machinery and continuous pacing with movement. Unable to bring himself to wrestle Marty, he slid down the knobs of the dresser with the young boy still in his tight grip until they were on the floor. Proceeding to wrap his legs in a pretzel around Marty's lap, holding him tightly to him, Doc whispered like a record stuck, "It's me, it's me, it's me."
The panic attack didn't cease, only bringing out more raw emotions that Marty didn't even know he had. He struggled hard, trying to bite the soft hand, dig his nails into any flesh his restrained fingers could reach, and kick at the floor trying to make noise that would alert anyone in the home. When slamming his head back into Doc's face no longer worked since Emmett now rested his chin on Marty's left shoulder, he started the stretch that led to giving up. He sobbed, tears falling down and pooling in small cracks of the top side of Doc's hand, still trying his best to get him to remove the fingers from covering his only way of calling for help. His chest rose at an alarming rate, falling with the air escaping through his nose as his eyes desperately stared at Einstein for any form of rescue, the dog being confused as he watched back from on top of the bed.
Doc sniffled, shaking his head as he let Marty continue to try and struggle from his frame. Hearing, and witnessing, Marty hyperventilate, he spoke into the tanned ear once more with the calm collected tone he had before. "Marty, if you don't slow your breathing, you'll pass out. You're not giving your brain enough oxygen."
Marty refused to listen, his entire body quaking with nerves as he tried to break free from his violator. Unable to move, still, he heard the words of encouragement to slow down from Doc behind him. Out of spite, his mind raced faster and he was reminded of what Doc had done to him once more.
"It's me, Marty, it's your Doc. Please, please just breathe."
The last thing Marty remembered before completely passing out in the arms of Emmett, was the scientist speaking to him directly, Marty's muscles loosened as his head started to fall to the side without his control. "Don't fight it, Marty. Just relax and let go- that's it. Just like that."
Marty's fast paced breaths started to balance out when he lost consciousness after giving up as Doc had asked, his body going into autopilot as if he wasn't laying in the arms of Emmett Brown in the dark of his now yellow neutral lit room.
When his panicked eyes closed, hands trying to pull of Doc's fingers now falling to the ground in a rag doll sense, Emmett released the cover of Marty's mouth and let out a deep sigh. He hugged Marty from the back tightly, burying his head into the sleeping teenager's with the yearn to never let go attempting to persuade him.
"I'm sorry."