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Chapter One: Because we all need angsty inner monologues...
0 reviewsAfter a year of being on the run from the law, James Everett Brown, a.k.a. Professor Plum accidentally encounters Doc and Marty on their second trip to 1955 and realizes that their time machine is ...
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Disclaimer: The Back to the Future belong to Robert Zemeckis and Bob Gale, while the Clue characters belong to John Landis, Jonathan Lynn and Parker Brothers (technically). However, the name I made up for Professor Plum is totally mine.
"If you have made mistakes, even serious ones, there is always another chance for you. What we call failure is not the falling down but the staying down." - Mary Pickford
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This is no position for an employee of WHO... Dr. James Everett Brown groused as he leaned against the billboard he'd spent most of the night next to. Once he'd been moderately respected, or at least he'd had a well-paid occupation. Then, in one swift blow, he lost everything. Job, respectability, freedom... Now he was nothing more than a common criminal.
Reduced to simple manual labors, spending nights behind billboards to avoid the risk of a landlord turning him in... Quite frankly, the whole situation was hell. That was it. He'd died and gone to hell.
Never mind the fact that I couldn't even manage to kill the real Mr. Boddy...
What was ironic about the whole situation, however, was that the same woman had been involved in his downfall both times. First, there was when he'd lost his license to practice. However, that situation was completely his fault - He'd actually taken a personal interest in the woman (if only mostly physical). He'd asked her out, she'd accepted, the dinner, the dancing, and... you can guess the rest.
What surprised him was that she'd informed his blackmailer about the whole affair. What didn't was Mr. Boddy murdering her when she showed up, apparently entirely by coincidence.
Coincidence? James scoffed. Hardly. Once "Wadsworth" revealed that he'd summoned her there, supposedly to get evidence from her about the whole blackmailing scheme, all the pieces fell into place, especially when he revealed his true identity.
But, turncoat or not, it still was a knife in his heart when they discovered her lying dead on the doorstep.
Back in the present, he let himself slide to the ground. Maybe he had loved her. Maybe/. But it was too late to ponder that now, even if she /had lived.
Almost absentmindedly, he thought of the other guests - Miss Scarlet, Colonel Mustard and the rest. He never did get to find out what happened to them. For some strange reason, his mind lingered more on Scarlet than the rest...
He shook his head. Stop it man, you're acting like you're in love...
After a moment, however, he sighed. The woman he knew only as Miss Scarlet did have a great body, but she was also sarcastic, witty, charming...
And, for all he knew, ended up being sent to the chair.
Past love, career, freedom and potential future love - all stolen from him in the blink of an eye by Boddy.
If only Mr. Green hadn't shot him... /he thought, a scowl appearing on his face. /To hell with weapons, I'd throttle him with my bare hands!
But nothing less than a miracle would help him fix things now...
/BOOM-BOOM-BOOM/
The loud noise jerked him out of his reverie. What on earth was going on? A thunderstorm? Not likely. The skies were clear the last time he looked.
Looking again, just in case, the man referred to once as "Professor Plum" was shocked to see a UFO land behind the sign.
To Be Continued...
"If you have made mistakes, even serious ones, there is always another chance for you. What we call failure is not the falling down but the staying down." - Mary Pickford
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This is no position for an employee of WHO... Dr. James Everett Brown groused as he leaned against the billboard he'd spent most of the night next to. Once he'd been moderately respected, or at least he'd had a well-paid occupation. Then, in one swift blow, he lost everything. Job, respectability, freedom... Now he was nothing more than a common criminal.
Reduced to simple manual labors, spending nights behind billboards to avoid the risk of a landlord turning him in... Quite frankly, the whole situation was hell. That was it. He'd died and gone to hell.
Never mind the fact that I couldn't even manage to kill the real Mr. Boddy...
What was ironic about the whole situation, however, was that the same woman had been involved in his downfall both times. First, there was when he'd lost his license to practice. However, that situation was completely his fault - He'd actually taken a personal interest in the woman (if only mostly physical). He'd asked her out, she'd accepted, the dinner, the dancing, and... you can guess the rest.
What surprised him was that she'd informed his blackmailer about the whole affair. What didn't was Mr. Boddy murdering her when she showed up, apparently entirely by coincidence.
Coincidence? James scoffed. Hardly. Once "Wadsworth" revealed that he'd summoned her there, supposedly to get evidence from her about the whole blackmailing scheme, all the pieces fell into place, especially when he revealed his true identity.
But, turncoat or not, it still was a knife in his heart when they discovered her lying dead on the doorstep.
Back in the present, he let himself slide to the ground. Maybe he had loved her. Maybe/. But it was too late to ponder that now, even if she /had lived.
Almost absentmindedly, he thought of the other guests - Miss Scarlet, Colonel Mustard and the rest. He never did get to find out what happened to them. For some strange reason, his mind lingered more on Scarlet than the rest...
He shook his head. Stop it man, you're acting like you're in love...
After a moment, however, he sighed. The woman he knew only as Miss Scarlet did have a great body, but she was also sarcastic, witty, charming...
And, for all he knew, ended up being sent to the chair.
Past love, career, freedom and potential future love - all stolen from him in the blink of an eye by Boddy.
If only Mr. Green hadn't shot him... /he thought, a scowl appearing on his face. /To hell with weapons, I'd throttle him with my bare hands!
But nothing less than a miracle would help him fix things now...
/BOOM-BOOM-BOOM/
The loud noise jerked him out of his reverie. What on earth was going on? A thunderstorm? Not likely. The skies were clear the last time he looked.
Looking again, just in case, the man referred to once as "Professor Plum" was shocked to see a UFO land behind the sign.
To Be Continued...
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