time_mcfly (time_mcfly) wrote in welcomethreads, @ 2013-09-08 22:01:00 |
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Entry tags: | marty mcfly, tali'zorah vas normandy |
Who: Marty McFly and OPEN
When:Immediately after his arrival.
Where: Main Street
What: Marty arrives in a completely unexpected location.
Rating: I assume low
Status: In Progress
The Delorean bounced and rocked as it sailed along the railroad rails, the speed climbing more and more as they passed the wooden windmill that was the 'point of no return'; meaning there was no stopping the train now, and that was noted again as Marty looked up and spotted the needle moving closer to the redline. He then turned his head out of the Delorean's passenger side door to look at his best friend, Doc Brown, trying to get to his beloved Clara who was hanging precariously from the edge of the speeding train by nothing more than her dress. He shouted above the noise of the train, "DOC! WE'RE ALMOST AT 2,000!"
Then suddenly the red line was hit and the steam chimney on the front of the engine erupted and exploded out, causing the train to pitch forward with speeds it was generally not designed for. This caused the Delorean to lift off the track as Marty ducked inside. The door nearly shut on him, but then the Delorean dropped back to all four wheels and he threw open the door again, looking out to see that the result of the explosion had, thankfully, not dropped Clara but had in fact caused Doc Brown to be knocked from his perch where he was hanging by a railing. Feet dangling precariously off the edge.
Grabbing the pink hoverboard, he held it out and looked to the Doc, "DOC!" waving the hoverboard to him, Emmett seemed to get the idea and nodded. Turning on the hovering units, Marty held it just above the ground as they sped along, and he let the hoverboard go, Doc catching hold of it, spinning, and grabbing Clara and letting the hoverboard carry them away as Marty watched. He knew, then, that Doc Brown was not returning to the future with him.
But there was no time to mourn, despite the heartache he felt, and Marty slammed the door shut as he jumped into his driver's side seat. Looking at the speedometer as it raced up through the 70s, Marty grabbed his cowboy hat, tugged it on and then gripped the steering wheel with both hands as he settled in. The track raced ahead and he could see the cliff coming up as the train hurtled him forward. He looked to the meter, the speed reaching 85, 86, 87... Marty gripped the wheel tight and felt his eyes close afraid he'd go flying off the edge. Then the meter hit 88. He heard the sparks first, the electricity, felt the rumbling of the car, and then suddenly he felt almost light. A stream of fire racing along the rails where the car was as the train went sailing off the edge.
Marty opened his eyes just as the Delorean popped back into existence, but was surprised to not see the bridge of Hill Valley's railroads ahead of him. Instead he was on a street, heading straight for a store.
"Ah!" A scream erupting from him as he quickly spun the wheel around slammed on the brakes. He had to veer to the left, missing the store, but suddenly going flying down main street as he hit the brakes hard, hitting the gas to regain control as he skirted that corner. But control was not had, because he wasn't on wheels. They had replaced those with railway wheels and this caused them to spark and alight behind him as he shot through the pavement and cement. but there was no control, and soon he was losing it as he brought his hands up to cover his face as he went sailing into a storage shed behind a church.
This rocked him pretty hard, and knocked him out a moment as the car came to a complete stop, steam rising from the engines but ice caking the outside of the Time Machine. Marty slowly began to shake back into existence as he looked around. The time circuits were on the fritz, and a hit to them caused them to power down. Looking behind him, the Flux Capacitor was definitely not lit, and Marty was pretty convinced he was probably dead. But no, no... Heaven wouldn't have this damn thing.
Opening the door on the driver's side, he stepped out in his wild west clothing. Poncho, boots, hat, and thick leather jacket. He shook his head a few times while stepping out of the shed, looking over the car which, itself, looked just fine. He then stepped out into the light, rubbing at his head before looking around a few times, blinking as he looked up into the sky, then at some of the buildings he definitely didn't recognize. This was not Hill Valley.
"Pretty sure this isn't Hill Valley..." he continued to walk into the street he'd just been on before frowning, "Now what?"