Day 17 - Struggle
A/N: When you're kidnapped by your other selves, the odds for escape are not in your favour. Set during issue #3 of Who Is Marty McFly? (BTTF #15)
Things had gone from bad to worse extremely quickly.
He stared numbly at the gutted state of the Delorean in front of him, the tyre-less rims glinting ominously in the daylight. His brain hadn't even finished processing what Irving had done when a hand was roughly slapped across his mouth, his gasp of surprise silenced beneath cold flesh. "Mmmnn!"
Why are we always getting into shit like this?! Let me go!
He felt his arms being pulled behind him, unable to twist them away from the powerful grip his captor held them with. He flung his head back in an attempt to dislodge the hand gagging him, only for his captor to dig their fingernails into his skin in retaliation.
The teenager's stomach dropped when he caught sight of two additional figures in his peripheral vision.
Shit! They're after Doc! Marty fought against the hands restraining him, only for their grip to remain stubbornly strong. If anything, it almost felt unnatural how tightly he was being held. "Mmmph!"
"What was that, Marty?" Doc commented nonchalantly, his gaze firmly fixed on the Delorean.
"Mmmmn mmph!" Bloody hell, Doc, turn your ass around!
"You're mumbling, Marty," Doc took a step forward, leaning down to inspect the vehicle further, "but this looks like the work of Professor Irving."
The kidnappers stalked ever closer to the scientist, hands poised as they prepared to grab him. If the situation hadn't been so dire, Marty would've rolled his eyes. Geez, Doc, now is the wrong time to be this clueless! "Mmmhmmm!"
I gotta do something-
Wait a minute…!
Praying that his height wouldn't fail him once more, Marty extended his leg out as far from his body as he could manage in his current predicament. To his relief, he managed to land a kick on one of his kidnappers, shoving the one dressed in a green shirt forwards as they collided straight into Doc's side. "Hmmm!" Take that, assholes!
His excitement instantly vanished as one of the abductors turned away from Doc, revealing it to be young man wearing a familiar orange vest and jeans.
Not only that, but he was wearing a very familiar haircut.
And eyes. And nose. And-
Marty's stomach dropped. "Mmmm!"
Holy SHIT!
It's…
It's me!
The scientist grunted as he fell towards the concrete, barely managing to save himself from colliding headfirst into the Delorean. He gasped as he righted himself, rubbing the impacted hip thoroughly. "What the hell was that?"
Oh my God, Doc, hurry up! Help help help help!
Doc had finally laid eyes on the green shirt abductor, giving him an annoyed expression. "Marty, why did you change your clothes?"
Marty's vest-clad doppelgänger effortlessly grabbed his ankles, enveloping both of his legs in a bear hug against his chest. To Marty's horror, he found himself beginning to move away from Doc, heart pounding frantically in his chest. No no no no! DOC! "Mmmhmmph!"
"Maryt, what was- Marty!…Marty! Marty?!" Doc found his head turning to each doppelgänger in turn before his eyes landed on the real Marty, his expression resembling a deer in the headlights.
"Marty! A-All of you, we can sort this out!"
To Marty's surprise, all three of his kidnappers abruptly stopped, apparently entranced by Doc's pleas. He tried to seize the opportunity to renew his struggles, praying that Doc could distract them long enough for him to dislodge an arm or a leg. How the hell are these guys so strong?!
"Our timelines don't have to be at odds with one another! We can find a solution! As the great-"
Doc's speech was rudely interrupted by Green Shirt Marty, who struck at him with enough force to send the scientist tumbling to the ground. The older man braced himself as his back slammed into the Delorean, eliciting a pained groan in response.
NO! A fresh wave of panic came over Marty, which was only heightened as his captors started to pull him away from the scientist. No no no no!
"Mmmph- Doc!" Marty gasped as he finally managed to wrestle an arm free, squirming as he pried the hand off of his mouth. "Doc, run for it!"
"Nonsense, Marty!" Doc yelled, his voice echoing in the alleyway. "I refuse to leave you to the mercy of…well, yourselves!"
"It's all- mmph!" Marty struggled as his duplicate's hand tried to reclaim its position over his mouth. He ducked his head back to dodge it, screaming out as he was carried further away from Doc. "It's all my fault! I was worried this would happen!"
The young man could do nothing but watch helplessly as Doc and the green doppelgänger shrank to a pinpoint in his vision, the limbs restraining his body maintaining their ironclad grip. He'd had the brainwave to attempt screaming for help once they'd exited the alleyway, only for a hand to resume its position over his mouth. Dude, this is seriously getting on my nerves. My face is already starting to hurt…
He looked nervously at the man who currently had his arms encased tightly around his legs, unable to shake the uneasy feeling in his stomach at seeing such a perfect duplicate of himself. The uncooperative hair, the casual fashion style - hell, even the man's eyebrows were the same shade as his! Though I must say, I don't think I've ever looked that sour in my whole life.
It was like looking in a mirror and if anything, it made him slightly nauseous. Dad would have a field day writing about something like this…
Marty was puzzled at the dress sense of these imposters. He could understand why one would be clothed identically to him, though the kidnapper with the green shirt stumped him. Green was a colour he barely wore, let alone that style of open long-sleeved top. And although he hadn't been able to see much of the man currently gagging him, but was still confused as to the choice of a yellow raincoat. I wonder what sort of timeline these guys from? Is one of them the Marty I replaced when I first came home from 1955? Maybe they're future versions of me?
Then again, these guys haven't said anything. Like, at all. And they're acting really strange too…maybe they're aliens?
Marty berated himself. For God's sake, McFly, aliens?! Really? You've been reading too many of Dad's sci-fi books.
Then again, Dad would think writing a book about being kidnapped by your own clone was great-
He was jolted from his musings as his legs were suddenly released, Orange Vest Marty relinquishing control as the limbs fell from his grip. The initial landing on the concrete shocked his ankles, and any thoughts of making a run for it were quickly dashed as Raincoat Marty forced him to walk behind Orange Vest. He grumbled as he was unceremoniously shoved forward, glaring at his kidnappers. "Gmmph!" Stop pushing me! I'm walking here!
Without Orange Vest Mary obstructing his view, Marty realised they had travelled a fair distance from where the Delorean was parked, recognising the street as being the main thoroughfare through the industrial part of town. Surely someone is around here this time of day! HELP! "Mmhmm! Mmm!"
His furious muffled protests elicited no reaction from his kidnappers, nor did it produce a potential rescuer. And despite the number of cars going past, no one seems to give a shit that I'm being abducted in broad daylight! Marty snorted to himself. Typical Hill Valley…
They had only walked about a hundred metres before he was pulled to a stop outside a row of storage lockers. The roller doors were slick with dirt and age-related defects, and Marty quickly determined that they had been long abandoned. He watched with sick curiosity as Orange Vest Marty fiddled with a rusty lock on the closest locker, the mechanisms creaking loudly as the door was roughly thrown open to reveal an eerily empty interior.
Marty felt sick. Oh shit oh shit oh shit. This is where they're gonna find my dead body! "Mmmmh!"
A cold sweat broke out on his forehead. His eyes widened as he was pushed forward into the darkness, struggling with what strength he had left. "Mmmmph!" Doc!
To his surprise he was released from the grip of Yellow Raincoat, though he hadn't expected to be so thrown violently that he cried out as his hands slammed into the floor, bearing the brunt of his fall. "Gahh!"
Marty swore at the stinging that began running up his wrists, massaging them gently as he lay on the cold concrete. He realised his body was shaking, though he couldn't tell if if was from the temperature or the imminent threat in front of him. "What are you gonna do to me?!"
The roller door was slammed down, plunging the room into complete blackness. "Hello?! Anybody?!" Marty snapped irritably. "What the hell is going on?!"
He was startled by the sudden explosion of light above him, squinting to see a singular lightbulb hanging from the ceiling. Both of his imposters stood either side of him, their hands clutched into fists as they stared with identical neutral expressions.
Marty gulped. "…C-Can, we…Can we talk?"
