It Starts with a Storm
Chapter 1
Wet
That's the first thing she thinks when she wakes up. Slowly opening her eyes, adjusting to the violent winds and freezing rain. Her knees are bloody and scraped while her head is pounding, her clothes are ripped and dirty, and despite the ran, she's sweating like she ran a marathon. Reaching up with her hand she feels a warm and sticky substance running down her face, pulling her hand back she saw crimson smeared on her palm. Blood. Where the hell am I? What happened? Her thoughts were jumbled up, she couldn't remember a thing.
She peered through the thick trees, noticing an extremely bright light way up above her. Is that the fucking lighthouse? Why the hell am I here? She scramblec onto her feet and moved forward, her head downcast while her hands protected her face from the rapid winds. Her eyes focusing on the trail as she slowly but surely trudges onward, the wind tearing across her body as if she was made of paper. Her head was still pounding, as if someone was beating her skull with a sledgehammer. Okay, note to self, don't get high BEFORE the Vortex Club party. She glanced up from her trail-watching to finally reach the top of the hill where the lighthouse was. She could see the wooden bench. She could see the huge white and red lighthouse. She could see Arcadia Bay. She could see- Holy fucking shit. There is no goddamn way that's real, this is just a nightmare, just a real shitty nightmare. She thinks in her panicked daze, desperately trying to piece together answers. But no, its as clear as day. Right in front of her was a tornado. A huge fucking tornado. Ripping through the water, shredding into the beach, on a warpath straight for Arcadia Bay. Her home.
She couldn't bring herself to move. Or scream. She's simply mesmerized. Everything would be destroyed. Her house, the shitty school Blackwell Academy, the Two Whales Diner- then it sinks in. Her mom. Everyone would die. This monstrosity would decimate everything.
Then it happens. The tornado reaches Arcadia Bay, the diner, her house, Blackwell Academy, buses and cars, telephone poles and trees are torn apart right in front of her. Yet she couldn't look away. She couldn't look away from the destruction of her whole life, everything she's ever known.
Something tears her gaze away from the tornado, she's not sure what it was, maybe a car or bus or...a boat. The next second seemed to freeze as the boat was hurtled in a wide arc over her head, colliding with the lighthouse. An extremely loud cracking sound was torn from the lighthouse as it toppled over in slow motion, looming over her. She closed her eyes and prayed out to whatever god there was that everyone in Arcadia Bay was safe. Mom, I know I've been a pain in the ass but I-I love you so much. I hope you're okay and Dad, I'm comin-
Then everything was gone.
Chloe jerked awake in her bed, sweat pouring down her face, plastering her aqua blue hair to her forehead. Whoa what the fuck was that?! That seemed so real! She looked around her room, noticing every detail in the darkness. Her desk pushed into the corner to her left, clothes thrown everywhere, paintings and posters covering every inch of the walls, and a full length mirror next to her closet. Just a dream, just a really shitty dream.
Chloe slowly rolled out of bed, wiping the sleep out of her eyes. She stretched, hearing several satisfying pops. Glancing around her room, her eyes land on a joint on her desk. Ahhh, hmmm. No maybe later. Wouldn't do for Sargent Step-Douche to lecture me about smelling like trashy grass smokers, heh. Chloe snorted at the thought before sighing and moving over to her closet and quickly dressing. She looked in the mirror to find herself staring back at her. Blue hair, white loose fitting tank top with a black skull on it, clearly showing off her full length tattoo on her right arm, ripped light blue skinny jeans, and her signature navy blue beanie and black boots. Making her way back across her room she snatched up some bracelets and jammed them on her right wrist before pocketing her phone and stashing the joint with a lighter in her back pocket, she finally stepped outside her room and started her way downstairs.
Not even halfway down she could already smell her mothers cooking. Bacon, eggs, toast, and technically anything you could ever want, Mama Joyce Price can whip up Chloe thought proudly.
"Chloe!" Joyce hollered from inside the kitchen, clearly impatient.
"Yes mother, your precious little angel is awake and ready for her divine breakfast." Chloe grumbled sarcastically, walking into the kitchen, revealing Joyce standing by the toaster with her uniform on and David Step-Douche already sitting at the table, watching her every move.
"Chloe hurry up and eat, I gotta be at the Diner early this morning!" Joyce exclaimed, glancing over her shoulder at Chloe.
"Aye aye dear Joyce!" Chloe mock saluted, diving into an already set plate of food while David was still watching her like a hawk.
"Say, o'l Step-Chap take a picture, lasts longer." Chloe rolled her eyes, as David narrowed his.
"What the hell did I say about having pot in my house, Chloe?" David said with an edge to his voice.
"Oh I don't know, David. Most likely something fucking stupid and this isn't your house asshole, its my mothers. You shouldn't even be here you f-
"Chloe!" Joyce bellowed, cutting her daughter off before she would say something she would regret.
"Woman hitting shithead deserves it." Chloe muttered under her breath, glaring at David.
"I gotta go, shit to do, grass to buy." She spat cheekily in Davids direction, standing and moving out of the kitchen and towards the front door.
"Wait, you haven't even finished your breakfast!" Joyce's voice echoed from the kitchen and down the hall.
"Feed it to the dog!" Chloe yelled back, slipping into her unbuttoned black jacket.
"We don't have a dog!" Joyce yelled in exasperation, moving into the kitchen doorway, Chloe's abandoned plate of breakfast in her hand.
"Oh, we don't dam-" Chloe's voice was cut off from the front door slamming behind her.
"Be careful," Joyce sighed under her breath, looking at the now closed door "Please."
Chloe made her way through the zigzagging streets of Arcadia Bay towards her destination, Blackwell Academy. God, I fucking hate that place. She rolled her eyes at the memory of the school, It's honestly a big joke.
Her phone dings, informing her that she has a new text message. Glancing down she's rewarded with the sight of Nathan Prescott telling her that she has fifteen minutes to be at the girl's bathroom or 'else.' What the hell you gonna do? Pull a Draco Malfoy and beg like a little girl about your family. Chloe snorted at the image of a slicked back blonde haired Nathan Prescott waving around a stick. She swiftly grasped her phone and sent back a reply,
Chloe: Don't worry about me shit face, just bring the money.
She tossed her phone over to the passenger seat in her beat up old red pickup truck.
Chloe finally arrived at Blackwell Academy or Hell on Earth in her opinion. Parking in an open space she checked the time and noticed that it was 9:07, she has eight minutes until Nathan blows a casket. She quickly popped her phone into her pocket and jumped out of the truck, walking toward the entrance.
Moving through halls as quickly as she could without drawing much attention, not that it matters, what with everyone all caught up in their own lives, gossiping or whatever they do.
Halfway down the hall, next to a water fountain was standing Step-Dildo David in all his over paranoia glory.
"Shit" Chloe muttered, lowering her eyes and striding towards the girls bathroom. Before she entered she checked her phone again. 9:18.
She glanced back at David noticing him interrogating two skater kids. She turned back around and pushed the door open, stepping inside, noticing it was empty.
"Or else my ass" Chloe sighed, leaning up against one of the stalls. Not even a full minute later the door bursts open again, revealing an irritated Nathan Prescott.
"Oh goodie, you're here, never mind that you're late." Chloe said, rolling her eyes as she straightened up from her spot by the stall.
"Fuck off Price, sorry I have an actual life and friends, unlike some people." Nathan spat back.
"Go to hell," Chloe's face darkened. "Now that the introductions are all sorted out, lets talk bidness." She said, glaring daggers at Nathan.
"What do you want?" Nathan asked, narrowing his eyes.
"Did you even bother to read my text, dumbass? I know you got hella cash, I also know that you got drugs, and I may know that you're handing them out to students here. I wonder what your precious parents would do, knowing that their prized son was a fucked up drug dealing lunatic." Chloe just now got a good look at Nathan, with his hair messy and clothes wrinkled. His eyes were bloodshot and he was too pale.
"Shut your fucking mouth, bitch!" Nathan bellowed, stepping forward, hands clenched in fists at his sides
"Or what? What the hell can you do Nathan? Think you're some hard ass? Some guy who makes people bow? You're nothing, Nathan, nothing but a scared little boy." Chloe whispered mockingly
"I said shut the fuck up!" Nathan shouted, fumbling with something inside his jacket, before pulling out a silver handgun. "Do you know who you're messing with, bitch! Do you know who the fuck I am?" Chloe leaps back a step or two, her eyes wide in fear and panic as she looks at the barrel pointing right at her.
"W-what are you doing..put that down!" Her voice shaking in fear, she looks around wildly, but with nowhere to go, Nathan and specifically the gun were blocking her path to the door.
"Stop telling me what to do! I'm so sick of people trying to control me!" Nathan shouts, trembling in raw emotion.
"Get that thing out of my face!" Chloe says, pushing him back as hard as she could.
"Don't you fucking touch me, bitch! No one would even miss your punk ass!" He says, with a maniacal gleam in his eye, smoke peppering his breath.
The next second seemed to happen in slow motion.
"Hey-" Someone yelled from the back of the bathroom, but was cutoff as an ear shattering bang tears itself from the gun. Chloe jumps back and looks down at her body, but no, there was no bullet hole, no blood, nothing. She looks back up as her eyes widen in horror when she see's Nathan dropping to his knees, tears running down his face as he keeps whispering 'no' over and over again. The gun clatters to the ground, echoing off the walls as if every sound was enhanced. Then she hears it, the labored breathing. A drawn out heavy thud. Chloe turns around and finally see what the cause of the gunshot was.
A girls body lying lifelessly behind her.
A/N
Hey guys, MerlinsBeard here! Here the first chapter to my AU story for Life is Strange. I hope you enjoy and I'll try to get a chapter out every couple days, maybe make a schedule, but let's be honest here. I'm not that organized ;)
I know some of the plot is similar to Parallels, I kind of used it as a guide. I'm new to LiS fanfics, don't judge me.
Also here's some info that might clear up any questions:
Regular Text
Thoughts
Text Messages
" " - Dialogue
' ' - Wording
Yes, Chloe is the one with the rewind power, not Max.
Anyways, hope you enjoyed the first chapter and I'll see you all next time!
Mr MerlinsBeard out :D
