Hey guys! Though I'd left again didn't you? Nope! We are going to finish this time; I swear. Anyway, enough of me talking. Let's do this!
Disclaimer: Don't own BTTF besides Abby and certain other characters we haven't met yet.
Marty shoved me in first, and I climbed over all the equipment to get to the passenger seat. Marty hesitated for a minute looking at Doc's body before slamming the door shut.
"Go!" the Libyan kept saying trying to un-jam his gun. Then the driver pushed on the gas and their van started driving again right after us.
"Holycrapholycrap!" I screamed squeezing my eyes closed and covering my ears. Then Marty pressed down on the gas on the DeLorean just as the gunman started shooting at us again.
"Relax! Okay just put your seatbelt on and keep your head down," Marty said surprisingly calm.
"You're more worried about that?! What about…"
"PUT ON YOU DAMN SEATBELT AND STAY DOWN!" he shrieked just as more shots were fired at us. With that, I grabbed the belt and put it over me and leaned forward.
Marty made a sharp turn, and the momentum made him lean over and move the lever that turned on the dashboard.
"Hang on kid," he said and made another sharp turn avoiding the bullets.
"Can't this thing go any faster?!" I shouted, sitting back up.
"Shut up! I'm trying!" Marty shouted back. Finally we made it out of the JCPenny parking lot and made another sharp turn onto the main road. They were still following and shooting, so Marty had to start zigzagging across the road to avoid the bullets. That's when I just so happened to look at the passenger mirror and saw the shooting throw his gun down in the van and was picking up something bigger.
"Are you seeing this?!" I asked. Marty looked at his mirror and saw the gunman now had some kind of rocket launcher aimed right at us.
"Holy shit! Okay, let's see if you bast**** can do ninety!" Marty said switching gears, and we were off. We sped back into the parking lot and got some distance between us before something in the car lit up, we were blinded by a light, and the parking lot transformed into some kind of field. Suddenly, we ran into what looked like a weird-looking scarecrow. Marty and I screamed until we heard a horrifying sound.
CRASH!
The car came to an abrupt stop, and the hazard lights came on. Neither of us moved or talked for a moment before I looked over at Marty still wearing his hood that was leaning against the wheel. "Holy. Shi*," I said breathing heavily.
"Don't cuss," Marty said in his Darth Vader voice due to the hood.
"Seriously? That's what you're worried about right now?!" I said.
"Take it easy. Everything's fine; totally fine. I've got everything under control right now," he said.
"Sure you do," I said, and then I looked up and saw a family looking at us from outside the barn. Marty then opened the door and stepped out. As soon as he did, the woman started screaming, and the husband pulled his kids back and slammed the door shut.
"Wait! Listen!" Marty said and tripped over a hay bail.
"Ha! Nice going there," I said opening the passenger door.
"Zip it! Now stay here while I go talk to them real quick," he said getting up and taking off his hood. I shook my head giggling, and then my smile disappeared as I remembered what had happened.
…Doc telling us to run…
…Marty diving and tackling me to the ground…
…Doc getting shot…
Oh my God. Doc got shot and was dead! Before I could process anything else, a loud gunshot was heard that broke up a small part of the barn near the door. I screamed and covered my ears again. The Libyans were back! I looked up and saw Marty had tripped and fallen back through the door he just came through.
"It's already mutated into human form! Shoot it Pa!" I heard a boy's voice say. Before I could think, Marty was up again and slammed the door shut just before another piece of the barn door broke off from the bullet.
"TAKE THAT YOU MUTATED SON OF A BIT**!" I heard another voice yell from outside. Marty ran over and nearly dived into the driver's seat.
"What the heck is going on?" I asked.
"They're shooting at me! Shut the door!" he said starting up the car again. I did as I was told, and Marty slammed on the gas driving straight through the busted up door which ended up destroying most of the wall.
"WATCH WHERE YOU'RE GOING!" I yelled turning the wheel left to avoid running over the farmer pushing his kids back away from us. Then we ran over a random pine tree that was in a fenced-in area right next to another one.
"My pine!" The farmer said before shooting at us again but ended up destroying his mailbox.
"Get off the wheel!" Marty yelled slapping my arm right where there was a cut and it slightly stung.
"Whoops," I said holding my arm and running my finger over where it was. Marty meanwhile just kept on driving while trying to get his hood off. Finally, we made it off the dirt road and onto the main road.
"Alright, okay we're fine. Kay? Get a grip on yourself. This is all just a dream; a very weird and intense dream," Marty said.
"Yeah, sure it is," I said, and then Marty slammed on the breaks so hard that I had to push against the dashboard to stop me from hitting it.
"What are you doing?!" I asked, but Marty just looked out my window with a dazed look in his eyes. I turned around, and my eyes went wide. Marty got out of the car and walked over to what we saw; a large field being plowed by tractors with two walls that said Lyon Estates.
"No way," Marty whispered as he looked over at a sign that was advertising Lyon Estates with a replica of our house but a coral green color. That's when we heard a car driving down the road. I watched as Marty tried to flag it down but the driver's wife attempted to slow down to talk to us, but his wife made him drive away.
"This is heavy," I said, and I instantly got goosebumps all over my body.
"You said it Abs," Marty said. Why did I have to say that? Great, now I'm even talking just like Marty. Guess it's another sleepless night tonight for me and possibly another session of my nightly activity. "Okay, seriously, we need a plan."
"And what do you suggest?" I asked not trusting myself to give an idea and making the knot in my stomach worse.
"First, let's move the car out of sight so we don't get any more weird looks or shot at again," he said.
"Yeah, I've had enough of being shot at," I said. Marty got in the car and tried to start it up again but nothing happened. He tried again but got the same results.
"Come on, come on," he said and a soft alarm suddenly started to ring.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"I have no idea," Marty said as a meter that said plutonium chamber blinked a red light that said empty.
"Now what?" I asked.
"Guess we gotta do it the old fashion way," Marty said getting out. "Give me a hand will ya?" Marty and I then pushed the DeLorean behind the Lyon Estates billboard with all of our might. "Alright, let me grab the keys and I guess we'll have to walk into town to get some help."
"Who are we gonna get to fix a time-traveling car?" I asked.
"There might be one person. Let's go!" he said, and I followed him out to the main road. We passed a familiar sign that said Hill Valley was about two miles away. All of us, including Dave and Linda, had walked to town millions of times before, and it really wasn't too bad of a walk.
2 miles later
When we got downtown, both of us hesitantly turned the corner to look at downtown Hill Valley. Wherever we were, I didn't think we were in 1985 anymore. A ticket for a movie cost only 50 cents, and the main movie was called 'Cattle Queen of Montana' with Ronald Reagan costarring. There was a sign that said that the movies had air-conditioners too. Didn't it always have air conditioning? Marty and I were in awe of Hill Valley that we were almost hit by a car in the road. After he beeped, Marty grabbed my wrist and pulled me out of the road. As soon as we did, I jerked my wrist out of his grasp, and we kept walking as I gently went over the area where some of the cuts were. We were getting a lot of weird looks, but we just kept looking around ignoring the stares.
That's when I looked over at a gas station. A car had just pulled up, and a group of men were pumping gas in the driver's car and cleaning it up. "Since when did they start doing that?" I muttered and Marty and I continued walking through the park.
Suddenly we heard it; a clock bell. Both of us turned around and saw the town clock tower no longer was stuck at 10:07, but read 8:30 and rung.
If you believe in progress, then re-elect mayor Red Thomas! Progress is his middle name! The future is in your hands!
"Okay, officially freaked out," I said.
"No kidding," Marty said, and someone nearly bumped into us and threw away a newspaper. Marty quickly grabbed it and we saw the date.
Saturday, November 5th, 1955.
"This has gotta be a dream. Come on Abs," Marty said, and we both ran for the town diner right across the street from where we were standing.
When we got in there, the only people in there were a teenager eating breakfast at the bar, a black man in his early 20s cleaning the floors, and the bartender. "Hey kid, what you do? Jump ship?" the bartender behind the counter said.
"What?" Marty asked.
"Well what's with the life-preserver?" he asked.
"Oh…uh…..I just wanna use the phone," Marty said tugging on his jacket a little.
"It's in the back. Oh and sweetheart, there's a store not too far from here. You look like you could use a new pair of gloves. What happened? They get snagged on something?" he asked now looking at me.
"Yeah," I said and followed Marty to the phone booth in the back. Marty then pulled out the yellow phonebook He started scanning the book until he got to the B section and the never-ending last names of Brown. Then he pointed to Doc's name with his address and phone number just below it.
"Great! You're alive," he said and started dialing the number. Meanwhile, I was looking around the diner and saw four more teenage boys walk in including a redhead wearing high waist khakis and a plaid blue and brown shirt walk in. They all came in and sat in one of the booths and the red-head looked up and stared at me. I felt my eyes get big.
'Holy crap, where did these butterflies in my stomach come from?' I asked myself.
"You're gonna love it here man. We can show you all the great places to hang out including a few where the girls like to hang out," one of the other boys said elbowing the red-head and the group started laughing.
"No answer," I heard Marty say and slammed the phone back on the hook. I turned around and saw Marty ripping out a page from the yellow book. I turned around to look back at the red-head, but he was too focused talking to his group of friends now. That definitely felt weird. Marty then walked around me and I followed him up to the front like a loyal tag-along.
"Hey, do you know where 1640 Riverside…"
"Are you two gonna order somthin' or what?" the bartender asked. Marty looked at me and I just shrugged my shoulders.
"Uh yeah. Give me two tabs," Marty said.
"Tab? I can't give you a tab unless you order something," the bartender said.
"Yeah, give me two Pepsi frees," Marty said sitting down next to the black-haired teenager at the bar.
"If you wanna Pepsi pal, you gotta pay for it!"
"Look, just give me something without any sugar," Marty said, and I could hear some slight irritation in his voice. The bartender then reached up under the bar and gave Marty black coffee. The bartender then looked at me.
"None for me, thank you," I said.
"Hey Mcfly!" a voice said, and both of us turned around including the other teen next to Marty. "What do you think you're doing here?" a tall teenager wearing black pants and a red button-up shirt with a white undershirt.
"Biff?" Marty and I whispered.
Well that's it for right now. I'm sorry it's been so long, but I swear to you that we will finish this trilogy (plus the one from Telltale if there's time) completely. Thanks and I'll see you all soon.
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