Back to the Future Fan-fiction

Chapter Fifteen || A Fateful Night

PRELOUG: In one world, Marty saved his parent's marriage and returned to the future successfully, as the story goes. But what if George couldn't save Lorraine?

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It was the night of the dance-- November 12th, 1955. George had just knocked out Biff in that parking lot and a happy Lorraine and him made their way into the dance. Marty was up on stage, playing along with the band. The current song playing was 'Earth Angel', and all seemed to be well.

But George's hesitance took the better of him.

"George, aren't you going to kiss me?" Lorraine had asked them, as they held hands on the dance floor. But George was scared to make another move. Almost all of his energy had been sucked from Biff, who he had just sucker-punched in the parking lot a few minutes prior. "Oh gee, I don't know..." He responded, nervousness straining his voice.

Marty watched this scene unfold as he glanced down at his guitar strings, intently staring at a photograph. Much to his horror, the picture containing him and his siblings seemed to be disappearing by the minute. And if he didn't act soon-- well, Marty would be next!

Suddenly, a random guy seemed to cut George in, butting him out of the way. "Scram, McFly," He told him harshly, forcing Lorraine into his arms. "I'm cutting in!"

A few nasty-sounding chords began to emerge from Marty's guitar, as he looked at his hand. It was fading! Because George was too much of a wimp to save Lorraine again, Marty would be wiped off! He needed to save Lorraine-- and quickly.

Marty kneeled over, doubling in pain. His pain was unimaginable-- take the worst pain you have ever felt, and double it x10. He would've screamed if he could, but he simply didn't have enough energy leftover. It seemed to be getting worse by the minute-- George was standing there, dumbfounded, and Marty was left with almost nothing as parts of his legs and hands began to disappear. "George," Marty uttered desperately, underneath his breath.

But to no use it prevailed. Lorraine struggled against the wrath of the bully, and something in George didn't aspire to push him enough and place up another fight. He timidly waved his hand and walked away, feeling bad but knowing he couldn't do this. Not now.

With every last bit of strength in his body, Marty pushed himself out of sight. His knuckles were white as snow and sweat drooled from his face like buckets of rain. His entire body began to fade out more and more, and Marty could do nothing more than lay on the ground and pray for a miracle. But it didn't come.

This is the end, he realized. This is it. George just simply couldn't do it, and neither could Marty.

He couldn't struggle anymore. He had to let go. So with that, he faded out. Into the world of nothingness... forever.

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Doc checked his watch furiously. It was already 9:50, and Marty was supposed to be here any minute now. "Damn," He muttered to himself as he prepared the DeLorean ready to go. "Where is that kid?"

A few minutes had passed, and now it was 9:56. Jesus! The time was awfully close to the estimated striking of the clock tower. Where could he be?

A few minutes passed again as Doc desperately checked his surroundings. He looked down at his watch once more. 10:00. "Damn!" He yelled loudly. Where was this boy?!

Doc had no choice but to run around the town square, screaming his name. "Marty!" He cried, desperate to find him before it was too late. "MARTY!"

But it was no use. Unfortunately, the time frame had just passed, and a huge bolt of lightning suddenly struck the clock tower, sending fire down the rope and disappearing into nothingness.

Doc sat in the middle of the street, a mixture of emotions flooded into his forefront. Confusion, sadness, irritability-- did Marty really just miss his own time back into the future?

Wait.

It can't be.

Other than punctual errors, the only other explanation Doc could come up with was the one thing he prayed it wasn't. "His parents!" He cried, and like the bolt of lightning he zoomed to his school in the DeLorean.

In front of the school, he could see a bunch of people, teenagers-- exiting the school. Out of the crowd, however, two familiar faces recognized him. "Doctor Brown!" A young, feminine voice called out, walking up to him. He turned to face her. It couldn't be-- Lorraine? "Lorraine?" He asked, in a state of confusion.

"Hi, Mr. Brown!" She greeted him. "Have you happened to see Calvin? I wanted to say hi to him-- but he seemed to disappear right after the dance!"

"Well, what about you and George, Ms. Baines?"

"Oh, it didn't work out. I guess it wasn't meant to be..."

Oh, if only she knew...