Back to the Future II - Told from Marty McFly's POV

Chapter Twelve // Eat Lead, Slackers

I run down a random street, running to anywhere except my house and wanting to get the hell away from there. What had just happened? Why was everything so much different than how I remembered, right before I left for 2015? I didn't have a clue to any of my questions, but I sure as hell didn't like this.

I run down the street some more, and as I do I hear gunshots and screaming in the distance. I turn around in horror, and as soon as I turn around I see the outlines of two murder victims. I pause and gasp in shock. This is never  the Hill Valley I grew up in.

I go running down another street, and three police cars speed by me. I stare at them as they fly down the road, and as my mind racks for different possibilities, I can only come to one conclusion.

"This has got to be the wrong year."

To confirm my idea, I run over to the closest house I see and pick up the newspaper on the porch. I read the date- and much to my shock and horror... it's October 26th, 1985. "1985?" I ask, baffled. "Can't be."

"Drop it." Says a very familiar man behind me. I then hear a gun cock. My eyes widen as I immediately drop the newspaper and gulp.

Slowly, my body turns around and I turn face-to-face with a machine gun pointing straight at me. I raise my hands up in the air to surrender and face...

...my principal. Mr. Strickland.

He's wearing a bulletproof vest and looks deadly serious. My mind races of possibilities on why any of this is happening. "So, you're the son of a bitch who's been stealing my newspapers..." he mutters, pointing the gun straight at my head.

"Mr. Strickland! Mr. Strickland!" I cry, wondering why he has no mercy on me, one of his students. "It's me sir- it's Marty!"

"Who?" He yells, shoving his gun in my face.

Didn't he remember me? "Marty McFly! Marty McFly! Don't you know me from school sir?" I desperately ask, my voice choking up. I had to get to the bottom of this. How could he not know who I am? How could anything like this ever even happen?-And what did Doc and I ever do to cause something like this?! Damn it, if only Doc was here- he could possibly come to my rescue. 

"I've never seen you before in my life, but you look to me like a slacker!" He exclaims, and I nod my head. Finally, something that I could recognize- slacker! His nickname, for me.

"Yeah, that's right, that's right, I am a slacker." I agree, nodding my head. "Don't you remember? You gave me detention last week."

Mr. Strickland looks at me in confusion like he has no idea what I'm talking about. "Last week?" He asks. "That school burnt down six years ago. Now, you got exactly three seconds to get off my porch with your nuts intact. One-"

"No, please Mr. Strickland," I beg, nearly in tears as he points the gun down to my crotch. "I just want to know what the hell is going on here."

He ignores me and keeps counting. "Two..." he says, and I scream. I don't want to die, I'm too young. I'm sorry I failed everybody, I  begin to repeat, over and over in my head. But before he can count to three, a van zooms by, screaming Strickland's name. Strickland dives back into his own home, and I quickly duck behind the porch for cover. They began firing at me, but by some miracle, I am not hit.

Strickland runs back out again, this time with a gun looking even more fierce. "Eat lead, slackers!" He bellows as he runs after them and yells.

And me? I run as far away as I can, in pure horror. I have no idea how and when this happened, but I needed to find out...

before it's too late...