Back to the Future Fan-fiction

Chapter Nine || Fires

*1976*

It had been a normal day in the McFly household so far. The birds were chirping, George and Lorraine were on a date together, and eight year old Marty McFly was at home being babysat along with his other older siblings, Dave and Linda. Up until now, it had seemed like everything was perfect.

Until.. it wasn't.

"Okay, guys, I'll be doing a real quick errand and I'll be right back." Their babysitter, Elizabeth said. "Linda and Dave, I expect you to keep your eye on Marty and make sure he doesn't do anything. I shouldn't take very long, though. But please, behave kids."

Linda and Dave nodded, bored to tears. Elizabeth left, and as soon as she had left both siblings turned to each. "I'm not watching him!" They both yelled at the same time.

"Well, one of us has to watch him!" Dave said, frustrated. "And I have to do something."

"Oh yeah, what?" Linda asked, rolling her eyes.

"None of your business," Dave snapped. "So it looks it's your turn."

Linda sighed dramatically. "Okay, fine.. but you owe me."

"Deal."

Dave got up to leave, and now it was only Linda and Marty. "Well," Linda said, leaning down to Marty. "I'm going to call my boyfriend. No causing trouble when I'm gone or it's my ass."

Marty innocently nodded, his pure eyes staring up at his sister. "Okay."

Linda had left, and now he was the only one. Now, he was bored, and didn't know what to do.

This was where the trouble began.

Curiously, the young Marty begin looking around on the coffee table for interesting things to play with.

As any eight-year-old would do, he naturally stumbled himself into trouble, and found the one thing his parents told him not to play with...

Matches.

Marty picked up the matches, in a slight state of curiosity. "What are these?" He wondered to himself as he observed it. "Something I can play with?"

To an adults eyes, matches were not something to be played with and something that should be used only for safe reasons. But to an innocent eight year old, it looked like a fun thing to play with if one was bored.

And that's exactly what Marty McFly did.

Slowly, he took a match out of the box before playing around with it in his hands. Eventually, he got bored of that and started to play with the box. He noticed that whenever he rubbed the match along the box, it would create a very quick spark. And in his childish brain, this seemed harmless and funny.

This is fun, he thought as he messed with the box more. Eventually, he kept rubbing the match along the box until it created a little flame. Marty held it up in hand, fascinated at what had just happened. "Woah," he whispered, holding it up for the world to see.

But the fun began to end when he heard Elizabeth's feet coming. "Oh no.." he whispered-shouted as he fumbled with the match and tried to stop the flame. However, this only made the flame bigger in the process and Elizabeth run faster. "Marty?" She curiously asked, not seeing the flame yet. "What are you-"

She was cut off by the flame, suddenly. "NO, MARTY, BLOW IT OUT!" She frantically yelled, running over to him and scaring him even more in the process. As a result, he dropped the match to the ground and slowly began to watch the carpet go up in flames. "NO!" She yelled once more, causing noise and making Linda look over in shock. "Oh my go-" she began to say, but cut off. "Babe, I'll call you back later, okay?" She asked into the phone, placing it back into the wall. "Oh my god!"