This is, 'till now, my longest chapter, and I think my best, I ever made. I'm really proud on it! I hope the people who're used to make 1985-A stories, like Flaming Trails, will also like my story. As for Bttf 4444 - I don't know if it will include Hell Valley Marty, yet. So I hope you'll make suggestions so I know. Anyway, thanks for replying my review anyway.

Okay, this is 1985-A, huh? So don't be surprised if it gets sad... real sad.

1: Back To The Present…Or Not?

October 26, 1985

01:00 AM

I was really busy that night. Finding out time travel existed, or had to exist, drove me crazy. I just couldn't stop puzzling around with those words that had taken a place in my mind… "flux capacitor". I was just so busy with making schemes about how it would work I didn't even consider to eat.

Then came that knock, that one knock on the door… that knock that would change my life forever… I went to the door and opened to see a young teenage boy staring to the other side… I was busy enough, so I closed the door but the teen knocked again. I pushed my mind reader onto my head and opened the door. "Doc" the teen said. I didn't care. I pushed him into the lab with a "don't say a word." I pushed a piece of my mind reader onto his head and started reading.

"I don't wanna know your name, I don't wanna know anything about you" I informed him first. "Listen, Doc" the teen had said. I didn't listen. This was more important – scaring him off, or else trying to test the machine. "Quiet" I told him. But he didn't listen even. "Doc, Doc, it's me, Marty" he said.

Marty. It sounded pretty nice and also pretty…familiar, but I didn't care on that moment. "Don't tell me anything" I tried again. It didn't work. "Doc, you gotta help…" I didn't listen further and interrupted again. "Quiet, quiet. I'm going to read your thoughts." To check the teen's face he probably thought I was crazy. Everyone does, so that didn't surprise me. "Let's see now, you've come from a great distance?" That was, indeed, the first thing what came up in my mind – far away, this is far away. I didn't matter how far, but only if the machine worked.

"Yeah, exactly." The teen seemed relieved by that and to be honest, me too, but I wasn't ready yet. "Don't tell me!" I shouted angrily. Hell, this boy really doesn't want to listen, does he? I tried again. "Uh, you want me to buy a subscription to the Saturday Evening Post?" I heard newspaper in his thoughts, so I figured that might be it. Just a paper guy.

"No" the answer came. I was a little sad about it but I didn't care right now. "Not a word, not a word, not a word now." Then there came something I recognised in my mind, a donation paper and the words "coast guard". "Quiet, uh, donations, you want me to make a donation to the coast guard youth auxiliary?" I was sure this would be right.

The boy took, clearly getting tired of my game, the mind reader off his head. "Doc" he told me. "I'm from the future. I came here, in a time machine, that you invented! Now, I need your help, to get back to the year, 1985."

I was stunned. This boy thought he was from the future! My mind reader had to have driven him crazy! Which meant…which meant…

"BOOM!" A loud noise sounded like a lightning had just hit something. Dr. Emmett Brown looked up confused. Where was he? He just had been in his old mansion, where this strange boy claiming to be from the future came up to him telling tales about being from the future, coming here in a time machine that he, Doc Brown, invented, and… He couldn't just think completely so confused he felt.

"BOOM!" That sound again. Doc got up and stared around. Where was he? After a few seconds looking around disorientated, his vaguely memories came back to him. He remembered now he wasn't in 1955, he was in 1985. And the past thirty years had gone worse than anyone ever had figured. Worse than the worst story he had ever redden and worse than the worst nightmare he ever had.

Biff was rich. Biff was powerful. Biff, for crying out it loud. George was dead, buried six feet under on Oak Park Cemetery, Marty was in Switzerland living a life on boarding school, Lorraine was forced to be Biff's third wife, he was committed and Hill Valley was a living hell. That was the changes in the short way. It could also be longer described, but this was the summary.

In the first three years after Marty left 1955 to depart to the future, nothing was wrong. And in fact, neither in the next three years. Well, Biff was starting to get rich. He was going richer and richer. So what? That was in the time George was still alive and climbing up to be an author, and he and Lorraine married and seemed happier than ever. Doc was still a scientist by that time, and was busy working with the flux capacitor – so he had more things to deal with than with a really rich maniac.

The worries did come in 1960, but they were still small. Biff had not been a really rich guy in the 1980s. Or did he get a bankrupt later on? That would explain why he bullied the McFly's so much in the 80s, just like his sons – who weren't born yet. For the first two years afterwards, Doc was happy with that theory. He didn't want to worry about it too much.

Doc kicked the wall. "Stupid me," he thought, "stupid me who didn't want to listen to the voices in my brain keeping saying something was wrong. How could I've been so careless! Eleven years! Eleven years it took me to realise Biff was disrupting history in a major way – eleven years to late."

He kicked the wall again. "If I had been earlier…" he whispered to himself, "If I had been earlier, I could've taken the almanac away from Biff. I could've taken his money away. If I would've done that on time, George would still be alive. Lorraine would still be happy married to him. The problem "Biff" would be solved in the year 1958, 1959 maybe. I could continue making the flux capacitor and everything would've run it's normal courses."

He sighed. He hadn't done that. He hadn't taken a stand to Biff until 1969, which was way too late. George and he had tried to stop Biffco, but it was no mood anymore. Biff had become too powerful to be stopped. He let them struggle a few years, and then, heartless, in one shot he threw the him irritating George away from Earth. The science fiction author who was facing such a promising future was no more.

He sighed, grabbed a dart, and threw it at an image of Biff's face which was hanging in every bedroom in the institute. It showed Biff smiling when he won his first million at the horse race in 1958. It was labelled "Our Hero, the rescuer of Hill Valley." Doc had replaced the line a long time ago with "Our Dictator, the psychotic murder-maniac of Hell Valley."

Doc forced himself to smile, as he red the words. In other situations, he had laughed with it, spotting with the so called rescuer of Hill Valley. But now he didn't laugh because what he had written was true. Biff had killed so many people Doc had lost count long time before he was committed. He had removed every obstacle on his path and threw them into death – starting with George McFly.

Doc sighed, as he thought how many good and loyal people of Hill Valley had been taken away from the world in the 70s. Good people, trying to fight for freedom. Doc tried to consider himself happy that he wasn't killed, that he had survived the bloody seventies, as it was known in non-Biff/Nixon-ruled pieces of the world, but he couldn't. Being committed, living for nothing, was worse than dying. If he could kill himself he had done it a long time ago.

"BROWN! SLEEP!" A guard walked next to his room. "Go to sleep, you nutcase! You have to be back at the therapy at 8am! Sleep! You'll need it, slacker!" Doc recognised the guy – he was the son of the formal principal of Hill Valley High, Strickland. The man had been disappointed when his son became a guard in the institute, as it wasn't a high office – but since the school burned down in 1979 (Biff's work, again, he hated school in his teens) he was happy with every job his son could get.

"I'm going, I'm going" the scientist muttered and tried to think nice thoughts. Just before he went to sleep, he heard some loud booms. He didn't pay attention to it and fell asleep. That was a shame, because if he had thought longer, he'd realised those booms only could come from one vehicle, a vehicle he knew very well.

Marty had returned to the present.

oooooooo

Marty McFly was feeling really disorientated. Lightning had hit the roof, thrown 1.21 gigawatt's into the flux capacitor, there was a flash and boom – here he was. Driving at 88 miles per hour across Courthouse Square, heading right for the Essex Theatre.

Essex Theatre?

"SHIT!!!!"

A loud crash sounded, as the DeLorean hit the wall of the theatre. Steam came off it, making the event really strange for a side-walking visitor. But lucky enough, at night there weren't too many people around.

Marty growled, while the DeLorean backed up out of the theatre. He should've thought about immediately releasing the gas after he broke the time barrier. He should've figured out Essex Theatre was only a few hundred metres, and that was a few seconds driving at 88 miles per hour, away from the place the line was on.

Then, a feeling of relief came over him. He made it. It hadn't been too easy to catch that lightning bolts – he really hoped Doc wouldn't be playing any more of those stunts with him in the future – but he was home. Back, in good old 1985.

The teenager switched the time circuits on. They were reading OCT 26 1985 1:24 AM, OCT 26 1985 1:25 AM and NOV 12 1955 10:04 PM. "As Doc would've said, precisely on schedule" Marty grinned. He spitted out a sigh of relief. Everything was going as planned. Now the only worry was racing over to Lone Pine Mall in less than ten minutes to prevent Doc from dying. It was a real bad thing he'd tear up that letter. He really should've tried more in those past few days to convince Doc he should read the letter.

Then something strange caught his eye. Some music was to be heard – some strange sounds were heard, like talking people. Marty also heard something what made him froze – gunshots. "Holy shit, where… I mean when… did I end up!" the teen thought. He looked at the time circuits. October 26th 1985, 1.26am. Yup, the correct time and time period. But what the hell had those talking mean? It was midnight! And those gunshots…

Marty tried to start the DeLorean. He had to see more of these strange things before he'd jump into conclusions. But, unfortunately, the car didn't start. "Damn" the teenager thought and figured he should better get out and take a walk. He stopped the non-functioning engine, opened the time machine's gull wing door and got out of the car. But what he saw then, made him gasp in terror and overshadowed all his worst nightmares.

He was staring right at a huge building, a casino more likely, with on top the letters "Biff's". There were also helicopters in the air, surrounding the building. There was laud music sounding he didn't know. As he looked down, he saw the clock had been replaced and was saying 1.28am. As he looked further down, he got the biggest surprise – the courthouse was now Biff Tannen's Pleasure Paradise!

The teenager gasped in horror. "Okay, Marty," he told himself, "this can't be true. You're imagining things. Close your eyes, don't listen to the music, and soon you will be back in your own bed discovering it was all a dream." Marty tried it, but it didn't work. As he opened his eyes again, he saw the Pleasure Paradise was still there, huge and powerful as ever. He slowly got the terrifying expression this was no dream at all.

All sorts of thoughts surrounded the young teen's mind. "Okay now, what's happened? How the hell this…this hellhole can exist? It's impossible! Biff isn't the owner of such a casino like this. The Courthouse is not been replaced by some strange building Biff's Pleasure Paradise (I don't think many people will consider this a pleasure) and the clock is still stuck at 10.04 since the lightning bolt hit it back in '55 – where I just have departed from. So, WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!"

Marty tried again to think he was just imagining things. But, again it didn't work – because the new clock in the Paradise interrupted by chiming 1.30. That convinced him even more this hell was real. He had, somehow, ended up at the wrong place at the wrong time. And, someway, he also had to get out of it.

The teenage time traveller got back in the DeLorean and tried to start the engine again. After it didn't work, he decided he should hit the desk, just like he had done back in 1955. And yes, this worked. The teen hit the gas and began to speed away from the Pleasure Paradise, up to Lone Pine Mall. He had to find Doc.

But, however, when the DeLorean reached Lone Pine Mall and Marty got out to see Doc, he got another big surprise – Doc wasn't even around at all. "What the hell?" Marty thought. "If I'm in the correct time, Doc should be here – sending the time machine back to 1955. How could I ever have ended up there in the first place if he didn't send me back?"

The teen looked around. The Mall looked empty, ran down, and a few gunshots were sounding every couple of minutes. This was no Hill Valley anymore, this was hell. Marty looked up to the also half-shattered Lone Pine Mall sign, which had died out. However, it was still saying the time – 1.36am. He was on the correct time, that was for sure. But why wasn't the van even around then, or Doc – and no thing was pushing on the fact world's first time travel experiment had just taken place?

Marty got back in the DeLorean, closed the gull-wing door, and started to cry. "Where am I? At the time I am in, this is supposed to be Twin Pines Mall, with no Casino on the Courthouse, with a van of Emmett Brown Enterprises to be around and with Doc lying dead on the ground…"

As Marty thought of Doc, he began to cry even more. Doc was not just shot dead by terrorists, but what might've happened to him causing him to do not show up here could be even worse. Marty sighed, giving himself a conclusion… his friend was dead.

He sighed, and drove off into the night. Life sure wasn't what it was used to be.

oooooooo

Lorraine Baines-Tannen was taking a drink, and trying to forget how miserable living was having a husband like Biff Tannen, living in the worst drunk and criminal city in the world and having had her only true love buried six feet under for the past twelve years – even since that horrible day in 1973.

Lorraine sighed, as she thought back about her early years of happy marriage. After Calvin Klein had left Hill Valley shortly after the Enchantment Under The Sea Dance, at which she fell in love with George, they had explored each other and found a few passions they shared – Lorraine got to like science-fiction when George showed her some movies, and they used to watch Science Fiction Theatre every Saturday. The couple grew very close in the next year, and already by early 1957, they started to think of marriage.

The drunk 47-year-old giggled, thinking of her youth romantics – at the same time having a sad feeling of depression realising this all was no more. But still, around that time it had been going really well with them. George had finally asked her to marry him on a really special date – November 12th 1960 – and Lorraine had excepted. Things had gone really fast after then. They had married in early 1961, and bought a house at the shortly before finished Lyon Estates. And before Lorraine knew, she had been pregnant of her first child.

These events happened around the same time Biff's star, Biff's power and wealth began rising slowly. The millionaire in his early twenties was starting to get closer to the guy-who-had-everything he became in the 1970s. He had bought a beautiful and expensive house at the edge of Hill Valley where he could be admired by the town's citizens. Girls tried to get his hand – who married Biff, had no money-troubling anymore – and finally, in 1964, one succeeded to marry him, causing all Hill Valley to walk out to see their most respected citizen marry.

Lorraine remembered how relieved she felt, when Biff married. She had figured she wouldn't have to worry anymore about Biff trying to get a wedding out of her – they both had a husband now, and they were further out of each other than they'd ever could be. The truth, however, had proven to be else.

The marriage which was not set out of love but out of dreams of wealth quickly stranded, and in 1965 it already turned out to be a divorce. It was than Biff started to be really rude against the Hill Valley citizens. He was the guy who was the richest, so he deserved their respect, he thought. However, that didn't turn out that way. So Biff started to get buying up the whole town – a process which was still going on by 1985, and turned Hill Valley into the hellhole it was.

It started slowly. First a pub in the Courthouse Square – that was in 1966. It got pretty popular, and that was where Biff first met his second wife, Ann. They married soon, and this marriage seemed to hold on longer than the first one. Biff also started to get nicer to the townsfolk and entire Hill Valley breathed a sigh of relief. Biff-trouble was over now.

This was where they got it entirely wrong. 'Cause only a year after Biff married, the town got for the very first time a chance to see his real side – 'Biffco' was born.

Lorraine shivered in terror as she thought how it had gotten worse and worse in the late 60s. Biff had bought more and more pieces of the town and started to influence the government of Hill Valley. At the first day of the new decade, however (January 1, 1970) George and Dr. Brown started the No-Biffco group. The revenge had started. From now on, it would get better. But none of them had realised back than the real trouble had just begun.

George had started to travel around the entire country to convince people for the thing he stood for – Biff had to be defeated, no matter what it cost. They had gotten to see a glimpse of Biff's real side and that was more than enough. They would do everything to stop it from ever being real. But, as Lorraine knew right now, it never got so far.

The No-Biffco group had, indeed, done everything to stop a Biff-ruled world from ever happening. George had even visited, in the summer of 1971, president Richard Nixon. But Nixon had already started to get cooperating with Biff – what him in the Watergate scandal saved from resignation – and told George to just go back.

Things had gone worse in the next few months. Dr. Brown had claimed he was making major breakthroughs for his time machine – he expected it to be ready in a few years. Lorraine had to put down a chuckle – time machines weren't real, were they? But, in those times, they had been as helpless they'd believe anything. However, while Brown made his time machine, George had tried to get the people of Hill Valley so far they'd help him beat up Biff. And yes, he had gotten a few more allies and members of the group.

In September 1972, they had finally tried to take over Biff's Palace – the place Biff had been residing in before he finished the Casino in the Square. George had led them. They'd almost succeed, but then they were spotted by Biff's gang, who managed to shoot dead almost all of them. Everyone except George and Dr. Brown. It had been a real tragedy.

By then, George started thinking about putting the idea of defeating Biff down – it wouldn't work. It would be no use. Biff was too strong for them. Hopeless, he had gotten into his writing, afraid for Biff's revenge. He started to write a few pages on his novel, which was someday supposed to be called "A Match Made In Space". He'd never finish it.

Lorraine shivered again when she thought about that last winter they had together. George had been really depressed because his plan last September didn't work out. He kept saying Biff would be out for revenge – what never happened. He kept saying Biff wouldn't let it by this. However, months passed and nothing happened.

Finally, George had gotten more happy. He had made a few more plans to stop Biff, what he hadn't done in a long time, and on January 25th 1973 he had visited Dr. Brown again, and they planned to do more. In the next month, they caught back harder than ever. It was like a war, and Biff really started to lost property. George assured his wife that "before Christmas, this town will be Biff-free."

And than came that letter, that one terrible letter that made an end on all of their dreams…

Flashback.

Tuesday, March 13th 1973, 5:53AM.

"Lorraine! Hey Lorraine! Seen what came today!"

I wave in my eyes and looked groggy up to my excited husband. "George, let me sleep" I breathed. "It's not even 6'o clock yet. What the hell makes you so excited?" I really didn't like waking up so early. It was a school day for the kids, but I really enjoyed the bed.

"Here" George said smiling happily and proudly at the same time, and he handled me a letter. "I just found this in the upcoming post. It's from the Hill County Writing Company. You really should read it. It's wonderful news!"

I figured I might as well open the letter, curious to find out what the hell was happening and on the other side figuring that might stop George from yelling all around the house. I grabbed it, opened it and started to read. It said:

Dear Mr. McFly,

First: congratulations. You've been selected by a jury of four to receive an award for your last writings at the Hill Valley Culture House. Your writings are classified to have an 8, and that's enough to win the award. You'll be expected to receive it at 11am on Thursday, March 15th, 1973. It won't take more than half an hour so you don't have to bring your wife with you. We are really happy for you and we'll see you if you except this award next Thursday.

Congratulations again,

The Hill County Writing Company.

When I finished reading, I was so stunned I red it again. This was really great news. The award George had fought for years was finally reached. I flew onto the neck of my husband and kissed him dearly. I didn't realise, however, what this news meant.

End of Flashback.

Lorraine shivered again, thinking about what happened the next Thursday. After George had left to get the award, she had cleaned up the entire house. But, after waiting five hours, George still hadn't returned. Her kids had been scared something might've happened to their Daddy, but she had put it off as "nonsense". That was when the police offer came.

"Ma-am?"

"Yes, officer?"

"Are you Lorraine Baines-McFly?"

"That's right, officer. What's wrong?"

"I'm afraid we've found your husband, George, at 4:32 PM in the road next to Lone Pine Mall."

"What was he doing there? He was supposed to receive an award of the Hill Valley Writing Company before he returned home."

"Ma-am… when we say we found him, we don't mean we found him alive. We found him shot dead."

The last words turned back into her head as Lorraine had finally reached the end of the story she had been thinking about. She had married Biff half a year afterwards, and her life had gotten downhill like the rest of Hill Valley had already done. She shivered. These events might've been twelve years ago, but she still thought about the good time before really much.

Lorraine sighed and took another sip of her drinks. That was almost the only thing she could use to forget these horrible things. It wasn't like there was another reality where her husband was dead – she had to face it, and don't think about it anymore.

But was that possible if she missed him so dearly that there was no day she didn't wish he was still alive?

Okay, this was the chapter then. I hope you liked it. I did. I don't know if I'll continue soon, but if I will, it might not be as long and as good as the first chapter. (PS: You can tell me also if you thought it was a disgusting, horrible, and/or boring chapter. I don't mind, and I'll be thinking about it when I'll continue this story in the (near) future.