Back to the Future 4

The Future is Unwritten

Chapter 6

November 13th 1995 3:15am

Two cars are careening down a mountain just on the outskirts of Hill Valley. They are clashing and banging into each other. Bursts of sparks from there collisions briefly light up the darkness around them. Their tires are screeching and shrieking loud enough to be heard for miles. Marty has his head down steering the best he can trying to avoid Mr. Cohen's gunshots. The shots continued to ring out one after another. Marty could hear each gunshot whizzing by within inches of his head. The bullet holes in the windshield began to form spreading cracks that stretched from end to end, making it very difficult for the young time traveler to see the road. Not to mention there was also a tiny piece of glass from the busted rear view mirror lodged firmly just above his right eyebrow giving him trouble. His future niece, Sylvia recently rescued from the gangsters, was bracing for her life crouched down under the floorboards. She sobbed and gripped her legs tightly Just hoping and praying that all of this will be over soon.

Marty reached his hand, now bloodied from all the flying glass, across the the leather interior of the passenger seat for the walkie talkie. Pressing the button on the side he began to speak. His voice staggered as he did. "Doc? Please! What do we do now!?" He let go of the button, static being the only thing he heard in response.

The two cars finally reached the bottom of the mountain and Marty spotted the familiar two miles to Hill Valley sign from where he once hid the DeLorean in 1955. There was also the familiar billboard he used, although it now laid dilapidated and no longer held any advertisements.

"Alright!" Mr. Cohen shouted. "Now we got some open road! Get along the side of them! It's time to blow this kid away!" The black town car, now severely dented, scratched and missing a headlight began to slowly come up to the side of Marty's car. Marty held the throttle down as far as he could but it was not use, his car had tapped out. The town car now was driving steadily next to him on the passenger side. Marty looked over at Mr. Cohen's face which was now contorted with a wide evil grin. The gangster began to shake and chuckle as he held out his gun towards the young teen. His eyes were lit up like two fires in a pit of darkness. The wind violently scattered his hair in every direction as he hung out the window of the car. "Die ya punk!" He hissed through his yellow teeth.

Suddenly beams of light shined on Mr. Cohen's face. He looked and saw some sort of vehicle coming up behind them. It was hard to make out exactly what it was as the beams were so blinding. The new vehicle hummed and tore through the air like a hot knife through butter. It effortlessly pulled along the side of Mr. Cohen's vehicle and stayed with them. Now, after adjusting his eyes. Mr. Cohen could finally make out what he couldn't before. It was a metallic sports car. Almost like a DeLorean, but different. More sleek, more futuristic. This was definitely a vehicle that no one had ever seen before. At least not from this time period. "Who the hell is this!?" One of the goons shouted. Mr Cohen switched to the other side of the car and rolled down that window "I don't know, but whoever they are, they chose the wrong day to mess with me." Mr. Cohen took his gun and aimed squarely at the driver's side window. It was deep smoky tint making it impossible to see who it was actually driving. Mr. Cohen didn't care who was driving anyway cause in his mind who ever it was, was as good as dead. He fired three shots at the drivers side. The bullets ricocheted off the glass and door. Not even leaving a scratch,

"What the!?" He shouted. It's bullet proof!" Just then the metallic car's window rolled down and a hand points a black and silver device towards the front of Mr. Cohen's car. "What's that supposed to be!?" The goon asked. Suddenly the device lit up and unleashed a brilliant orange flash towards the hood of the Town car. The car jerked violently, uncontrollably. "Holy sh-" The goon shouted, but was interrupted by the airbag colliding with his face. The town car swerved left spinning Marty out onto the shoulder where he came to a stop. Then the town car swerved right onto its side and then flipped over upside down. The sound was something similar to that of a torpedo hitting a garbage truck. The Metallic car spun around and slid to a stop just a few feet away from Marty.

Marty looked over towards his niece who was stilled curled up into a ball on the floorboard. "Are you okay?" He asked her. She nodded her head. "Yes, I'm okay." She answered. "But, I think I might be stuck." Marty climbed out of the car and walked around to the passenger side. He tried to open the door, but it was caved in from the impact of the town car. Thinking fast Marty ran around to the back of the car and opened the trunk. Inside he saw a tire iron with a wedged end and grabbed it. He ran back to the damaged door and tried to wedge it open from the frame, but struggles.

As he is trying his hardest to force the door open, he could hear the doors of the Metallic car open up and footsteps come up from behind him. "Please Doc, help me get her out! She's stuck." Marty said as he continued to pull with all of his strength. A new set of hands grabbed a hold of the tire iron with Marty trying to pull, but then Marty began to take notice that those hands were much younger and not the hands of his longtime friend Doc Brown. Marty looked up from the car and met the blue eyes of someone strangely familiar. Marty feeling moment of shock, fell backwards onto the ground. "You're! you- you're!" He tried to say. "I'm you." The man interrupted. Marty rubbed his hand across his face as he tried to find his voice."Yeah. But, you're- you're." "Older." The man interrupted him again. "Yeah."

Marty stood up looking at the man who was now very obviously a much older version of himself. "How. I mean why are you here?" Marty asked. The Marty from the future smiled. "You needed help opening the door so I came." "Yeah, but-" Marty stopped himself, feeling a pain in his side as he stood up from the ground. "Why did you come now. to this time!?" He asked. The older Marty grabbed the tire Iron and gave a hard tug letting loose the door from it's frame. "There." Older Marty said. "Don't worry I'll make sure to get her back to Dave. He should be at the courthouse about now anyways, telling the police about everything that has happened." Future Marty threw down the tire iron and began walking back towards his car. "I still want to know though. Why are you here? In 1995." Marty asked. Older Marty reached into his car pressing some buttons on a computer display. "It's simple." He shouted towards his younger self. "There are two of you here in this time period right now. The you from 1985 and the you from 1995. I'm the you from 1995."

"So you're from 1995?" Marty asked.

"Right." He answered. "I've waited a long time for this. I knew you would be here."

"Whoa, this is heavy" Marty said as he ran his hand through his hair. "Wait. You knew? How could you know?" Marty asked in amazement.

"Hello!? Mcfly!? Anybody home?" Future Marty joked. "Think about it. Of course I knew. I've known from the beginning." Future Marty wiped his forehead with his hand revealing a large scar just above his right eyebrow.

"I know everything you're gonna do. I even know what you're thinking right now." Future Marty said pointing towards Marty's head. "You see, I thought it before when I was where you are right now. It's not at all that hard to understand. That's why I have been following you and the Doc ever since you two got here. Making sure everything happened like it was supposed to. That was my mission."

"What!? What are you talking about? What's the mission?" Marty asked.

"To save the world of course." Future Marty answered.

"The world!?" Marty shouted. "Save the world? Me and Doc? Whoa, Wait a second. The Doc. Where is the Doc anyway?"

"That's why I'm here." Future Marty answered. "He's waiting for you." Future Marty opened the door to his car motioning to young Marty. He glimpsed inside seeing a futuristic version of the DeLorean. It even had a time display and it was showing a destination of May 14th 2025.

"Twenty twenty five!?" Marty shouted. The older Marty smiled.

"That's right. Thirty years. He's waiting for you there. This is what you were both meant for. To save us all."

"What are you talking about?" Marty asked.

"You'll find out." Future Marty said shoving young Marty into the car. "You gotta go right now though. The cops will be here soon." Young Marty looked at his side view mirror seeing the lights of several police cars headed his way. He turned the engine and pulled the gear shift into first and floored it down the road. He didn't know how all of this could be happening or why, but he knew that it was probably a good idea that he listen to his future self and get out of there before the cops arrived.

He shifted again now reaching almost fifty miles per hour. Marty glanced up and saw even more cop lights in front of him. "Oh Sh-" He shouted clawing the wheel towards him in order to spin the car around. He shifted again now headed back in the other direction. The cops start to gain on him coming closer and closer. Ahead he could see His future self and his niece standing by the car watching him as he came speeding back towards them.

Then he saw it. movement coming from the black town car. It was Mr. Cohen. He was badly injured and pulling himself out of the wreckage. Seventy miles per hour now seventy five. Mr. Cohen sat up and leaned himself back up against the car, hands shaky, dripping blood. He held up his arm still griping his pistol tight. He looked over towards Marty's niece Sylvia. Eighty, Eighty five almost there. Mr. Cohen held out the gun towards her. trying to keep his Aim steady. He was determined to end her life once and for all, right here and now. Marty knows what's gonna happen and is powerless to stop it. Then. Sparks fly. The speedometer read Eighty eight miles per hour. Gunshot sounds with a sky crackling thunder. A burst of brilliant light turns the air electric. The blinding light and burst of thunder is enough to blow everyone down onto there backs. Mr. Cohen's ear drums are pierced and begin to chime with a dull ring. He felt dizzy and blinded and could only feel himself being lifted up to his feet.

Finally when the ringing subsided, he found that he could open his eyes, He began to regain all of his senses just in time to see himself being carried away by several police officers into the back of a squad car. Sylvia and future Marty were safe talking to the police about how Mr. Cohen and his men had kidnapped her and how he heroically saved her. "Wait." Mr. Cohen began. "What happened?!" He rubbed his eyes with his hands that were now cuffed together. He shouted again. "I said what happened!?"

"Shut up you!" A cop said banging on the window. "Please officer!" Mr. Cohen pleaded. "Please, tell me what happened! I need to know what happened!" The cop climbed into the front seat and started the car. "It's no use" The cop said. "Don't even try it. Those two over there said you tried to kill them and we have someone else at the courthouse that has collaborated with everything." Mr. Cohen looked out at the older Marty. "Him!? I didn't try to kill him! There was that younger kid. Snot nosed teenager. He did all of this. It's all his fault. What happened to the kid! What happened to him?!" Mr. Cohen then noticed as they began down the road a peculiar looking trail of fire. Almost like a tire trail. "Disappeared!?" He shouted. I dunno how but he did! He disappeared." Then once again the officer banged back against the glass. "Hey! Shut up already! If you wanna plead insanity than at least wait till we get back to the precinct to do it." Mr. Cohen sat back in the seat. "Insanity. Ha." He laughed. "Insanity! Me? Insane? I'm not insane. I'm not insane... He disappeared! I saw it!" The screams of Mr. Cohen was all that anyone could hear as the car slowly pulled away, just as the sun began to rise.

End

Will there be a sequel to this story?

That's up to you. Please comment and Fav if you would like me to continue with a BTTF 5, Thanks.

J. R. Bloodworth