Back to the Future Fan-fiction

Chapter Twenty-Five || Past, Present, and Presedented

Prologue: My perception of Clara's impression she left on the town if Doc hadn't came to save her.

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September 4, 1885

Clara Clayton smiled to herself as she entered the fresh new town of Hill Valley. To her, the future was suddenly looking a whole lot brighter.

But the feeling of euphoria would only last temporarily.

Clara was a slightly younger, chipper schoolteacher. Mayor Hubert had called her in for a schoolteacher as a new member of the Hill Valley community. Hill Valley so desperately needed a new schoolteacher. Being that Clara felt a burning desire to escape from her old hometown, she willingly accepted the job offer and was now headed her way to Hill Valley. The train ride must've felt like hours; Clara couldn't of held her eager back anymore. Backing up her bags and heading to a new city where no one would know her would be a freshly new start would be thrilling, as she anticipated.

And finally, she had arrived. And oh, how she was filled with glee!

"Hello, ma'am. Would you be so gracious as to lend me your name?" A man in a nice suit asked, as Clara got off at the train station. "And how may I assist you today?"

"Hello, yes," Clara politely greeted, giving a courteous nod. "My name is Clara Clayton and I have been called in as the new schoolteacher here for Hill Valley."

"Ah, yes. How pleasant, ma'am." The man responded.

"I need to borrow some of your horses for my transportation— this luggage is rather quite endearing."

"As you wish, ma'am." The man escorted Clara to some horses attracted to a wagon. He kindly gave her a map and mounted her upon the horse's' backs. "Now you see here," he explained. "This house right here can be followed by crossing a paths with this river, before heading over to the Shonash Ravine. Then, you'll need to take a right here, and to the left of the schoolhouse should lay your home. Now, be careful out there. And good luck with your school teaching, madam."

"Thank you very much now," Clara replied. "I will."

And with that, the horses transported Clara back home in full mode.

She rode for about a good five minutes, enjoying the countryside air. She made sure she grabbed her reins tightly, as she noticed the horses were trotting slightly faster than what she was used to. It would be a simple few minutes more before she would head back, but she anticipated the arrival into her new home already.

However, Clara began to doubt this was the case. As her horses took her closer and closer to the ravine, she noticed that they seemed rather jumpy. Maybe it was just somebody who the horses were not used to, but rest assured she felt somewhat uncomfortable on the inside that something may just happen.

This was then were things fell apart, on that fateful, unfortunate day.

A sudden "NEIGH!" Was heard in front of Clara, catching her quite off guard. "Calm down, boy!" She asserted, gently pulling back on the reins. But the leading horse was in no mood to listen— instead, he suddenly lifted his front 2 hooves and snarled. Clara fell slightly back into her seat, which alarmed the second horse. The horses had looked down, and—

A SNAKE!

Oh, dear heavens, it was a snake! A king cobra! A monster of all that was indeed and holy!

The horses despised it otherwise.

"Woah, boy!" Clara cried, as the both of them quickly galloped off. Strange noises left their mouths, and Clara harshly pulled on the reins. With no luck prevailed, the hoses only seemed to gallop further. Now, Clara was getting extraordinarily worried as they approached the ravine ahead. Again and again, she pulled back on the ropes with no luck.

"Help me!" Clara cried, desperate that somebody would find her before it was too late. She let out a scream as the horses only seemed to be getting closer and closer to the edge of the ravine. "AAAH! Help me!" She had screamed again, but this time it began to feel hopeless. There, this time, was no Prince Charming to save her life. Nobody that would appear out of thin air and come to her rescue. Instead, she would tragically fall into the ravine, dying a horrible, bloody, and tangled death. The horses eventually crashed into the ravine and Clara was next to follow along. She was discovered the very next day, her fresh corpse hitched onto the back of a carriage. "Such a damn shame," The deputy and sheriff mumbled together, who shook their heads in agony. The very same night, they held a funeral service. About 30 others showed up, being small as the arrival of Ms. Clayton was a mystery to many. Candles were light regardless, and Sheriff Marshall Strickland dedicated the name of the ravine to Clara in her honor. Everyone went home after blowing their candles out.

And so, history originated from there— Doc was never sent back to rescue her, nor did Eastwood show up and conquer Buford. Instead, rumors would be spread throughout the small town of Hill Valley, lasting for centuries and led to discussions of future schoolteachers reuniting in the ditch themselves, according to the wishes of their students. But in fact, it seemed that no one really ever knew who Clara was... nor would they ever.