Back to the Future

"Good Crap!" Johnson glared, "what are you all standing around for?" The other's had given up on trying to open the tree with the rusty daggers from the incinerated people. "I guess you don't care if anyone comes by and tries to kill us, you'll just incinerate them too?"

Jessica's eyes filled with tears. Before he could apologize the tree began opening up in it's own. Mike and Kim came out. "What's going on?" she said.

"What are you trying to do, kill me?" Mike gasped, "by cutting into the tree it's like you are cutting into me." He then looked around confused, "where are we?"

"Marty here zapped us all into the past." Johnson complained.

"I'll fix it, I promise." Marty pleaded, "I just need a day or two to recover."

"We may not have that long." Kim sounded alarmed.

Some dark figures came out of the trees, "I knew he'd come back!" They grabbed Mike and then the others and started dragging them away. "Master, you must open the fortress. Our lives are in danger!" The cloaked figure chanted.

We were released in front of a vined wall. "The door is here, master."

Mike recognized the door from the warehouse in the future. "I can't, I don't have the key anymore."

"Of course you do, you are the key." another one chanted as they pushed him to the door.

"This is all too weird for me." Johnson was about to flee when an arrow came out of nowhere grazing his cheek. "On second thought, OPEN THAT DOOR!"

"Hurry, they are coming!" the hooded people pleaded.

"I'll do what I can." He fidgeted with the door for a minute, but it wouldn't give. "I'm too weak."

"Hurry!" Daila yelled. Just then an arrow struck her in the chest.

"Noo!" Marty yelled. He then became irrational, "there's no time for this. I'm going back! If you're with me grab my arm." Ivar, Jessica and Johnson grabbed hold. Mike and Kim hesitated, so he left without them.

--Back to present: an unknown amount of time after the attack.---

Marty and Daila lay presumably dead on the ground before them. Ivar, Jessica and Johnson were the only ones left.

"Let's get out of here!" Ivar yelled, "before those guys come back to get the rest of us."

"they deserve a proper burial." Jessica cried.

"There's no time." Ivar grabbed her gently by the elbow and the three of them ran off into the night. Jessica looked back sadly wishing things had been different.