Back to the Future Fan-fiction

Chapter Eleven || Mysterious Letters

Jack Pearson had won this shift in a game of cards.

Jack usually tended to get along with his colleagues. The shifts at Western Union were typically very orderly, and there was almost never any fuss about it. But this shift, everyone understandably wanted it, and this... this was different.

The night shift of November 12th, 1955.

With a little bit of luck, Jack was able to win the shift over a game of poker. He considered himself to be a fairly decent player who had a lot of luck that evening. And so there he was, driving out of Hill Valley and into a dangerous thunderstorm in the middle of nowhere. To give a letter that was literally written decades ago. Written a boy who they didn't even believe existed.

Jack gripped the steering wheel of his car harder as mixed emotions began to flood into his brain. Excitement, anticipation, and curiosity were all bestowed upon him as he got closer and closer to this strange location.

It suddenly began pouring as he almost arrived. He was thankful for grabbing an umbrella, like his wife always said he should. "I told you so," she would say, with a large grin on her face.

Jack began to slowly get out of the car, unaware of what to expect. And somehow, just as the letter said it would happen, a young boy appeared. Although Jack couldn't see his face, his demeanor was obvious-something was clearly wrong with him. For one thing, he was bent over in a way where it looked like he was stressed. The boy also appeared to be holding a walkie-talkie in his hand, and flags in the other while he was staring up at the sky, looking like he was waiting for something to happen. What on earth was happening here?

Was this really the kid he was supposed to see? Jack wondered as he got out of the car, envelope in one hand and umbrella in the other. He didn't know for sure, but it wouldn't hurt to ask.

Upon closer inspection, Jack realized that this boy- Marty-had matched the description of the letter. Jack was fascinated. This boy indeed did have blue eyes, a red shirt, and a black jacket. How was that possible, considering this very letter came from 70 years ago?

Nevertheless, Jack was naturally very curious in this boy and decided to walk up near him. "Mr. McFly?" He asked, but it came more more of a yell over the pounding rain.

The boy turned around, obviously startled and confused, and a weak "Huh?" came from his lips.

"Is your name Marty McFly?" He asked back louder, making sure to be very clear this time.

The strange boy continued to stare at him, unsure of what to say. How was this even happening? Marty wondered, as he stared some more about the strange man he had never seen in his life. Confusion, hesitance, and tenseness entered his body. "Yeah," he responded, sounding hesitant to give him any more information.

"I've got something for you, "Jack explained, deciding to go up to them closer and rip out the letter. "A letter."

At this, Marty flinched back so hard that he looked like he was expecting Jack to pull a gun on him. What have this kid been through? Jack wondered, as he continued to stare at him some more. His demeanor was obviously very off, and his physical appearance made it look like he had some fights. His knuckles were bleeding, his clothes were torn, and the look in his eyes indicated that he had seen some serious shit. Jack almost thought about offering him some help and bring them to the hospital, but then got distracted by the boy again and remembering his job.

"A letter for me?" Marty asked, baffled at the entire situation. "That's impossible!" He yelled.

Finally something we agree on, Jack thought. But he didn't say anything and instead offered Marty the letter to see his reaction.