Previously on Life is Strange...

"You don't know who the fuck I am or who you're messing with!", shouted Nathan instantly gripping his gun from his pocket aiming it towards Chloe.

"Get that gun away from me you psycho!", Chloe shouted back with her last words before taking a bullet to the stomach.

"No!", Max panicked as time slowed down as the girl with the blue hair collapsed to the floor and as Max waved her hand in front of her. Suddenly, Max miraculously reversed her time lapse from back before her photography class ended. "What the fuck?!"

As Max hit the ground on the parking lot, a truck suddenly stopped in front of her almost running her over. She gripped herself on the hood of the truck to see the girl she saved from getting shot in the restroom driving it. "Max!"

"Chloe, I am so glad to see you," Max said to her friend giving her a ride in her truck.

"Welcome back, Max," Chloe said.

When Max had reached the light house as the winds blew, she saw a very large twister on the horizon headed toward her home town of Arcadia Bay. Suddenly, a boat being blown away from the winds of the twister hit the lighthouse being crushed in half by the impact causing the top to collapse right where Max stood standing.

"I didn't black out," said Max. "I had another vision. The town is going to get wiped out by a tornado."

"Max, start from the beginning," said Chloe.

"What are you doing here Max," asked Kate before falling to her doom.

"Kate, this is our chance to beat the bullies," said Max stopping her friend from attempted suicide on the roof. "That's the only way we can win against them." Max hugged Kate tightly having successfully stopped her friend from dying.

"Why does everyone in my life let me down," Chloe asked herself driving Max back to Blackwell. "My Dad gets killed. You bail on me for years. My Mom gloms onto Step-Fucker. Now Rachel betrays me. Everyone pretends to care until they don't. Even you."

"Chloe Price," Max began. "You better take that back. Right now."

"Max, if I had you power, I would go back and change everything. Everything!"

"Rachel," Chloe sobbed shocked to see her friend buried in the junkyard. "On no, Rachel. Please, not her!"

"I'm sorry, Chloe," Max apologized for the loss of her friend.

"I loved her so much! How can she be dead! What kind of world does this!"

"This is my storm," Max admitted over-watching the tornado closing into the town. "I caused this. I caused all of it. I've changed fate and destiny so much, I've actually altered the course of everything. All really created was just death and destruction."

"Max," Chloe began as she grabbed the butterfly photo from her pocket. "This is the only way."

"I feel like I took this shot a thousand years ago."

"Max, you finally came back to me this week and showed me nothing more but your love and friendship. And you made me smile and laugh like I haven't done in years."

"Chloe, I can't make this choice!"

"No, Max. Only you can. Max, it's time."

"Not anymore," Max said doing away with the photo by tearing it for good.

"Max, I'll always be with you."

"Forever."

Chapter 1 Out of Town

Please, don't kill us, Max! Why did you get rewind powers? You don't even know how to use them. How would you like to spend the rest of your life in my dark room? You should've never come back, Max. Your the real storm, Max. Get that gun away from me you psycho! BANG!

Max gasped waking up from her nightmare being passed out in Chloe's truck leaving Arcadia Bay. She turned to her left seeing her partner in crime/time still driving.

"Max," Chloe asked with concern. "You okay?"

"Just a bad dream," Max sighed. "How long was I out? Where are we?"

"Portland. We've only been driving for three hours."

Max took a look at her phone for the time and it read 11:10 AM. Max could never let go of her love life as she would never let go of her home town. After everything her and Chloe did all this week, after all the life risking and sacrifices she made for herself playing a dangerous from the day she first acquired her powers up until now in attempt to have closure on behalf of the mystery of Rachel Amber, she was speechless. Max could've have imagined what it would've been like if she actually had thrown her friend's life away not only sparing more people in her town, but derailing every memory she set up for her true relationship no matter how real they would've been to her and her only. Would Chloe still had know she cared? Would she had died a true friend? How hard would it had been if Max had jumped back to the day when Nathan was supposed to put a bullet in Chloe's stomach? Hard enough to be consumed by the greatest loss that could've happened to her she thought. Hard enough to place the heaviest burden she would've brought on herself. The question was, did she choose her sacrifice wisely? If someone such as the Coast Guard or National Guard were to come by Arcadia Bay, could someone have survived? The two of them could've have preposterously been the soul survivors of the incident Max had thought to herself. There was just no way.

"If we're gonna be out of town, we should probably find somewhere to stay for the night," Max suggested. "Maybe we can stay at my parents house in Seattle."

"You want us to travel that far out of the state?" Chloe asked.

"Why not. It's the only place I know where it hasn't been bombarded by a twister. Maybe we can spend the night at a motel or something incase we can't make it that far today."

"We got to get gas anyways. This truck doesn't have the best mileage in the world, but if we're gonna get as far as Seattle, we're going to need a full tank to get us there."

Chloe turned to her girlfriend still depressed about what she chose. She knew it couldn't have been easy choosing between sacrificing her life let alone the lives of Arcadia Bay. She knew that perhaps her of all people in town deserved to live as much as herself and she almost felt bad about making her friend almost throw her life all away.

"Listen, Max," Chloe began tempting to say something to make Max feel better. "Thank you."

"Chloe," Max began. "It feels like we lived a thousand lives this week. But you know what, as long as we're together, I don't feel afraid."

The two of them gave each other a brief smile as they continued their way down in Portland and stopped at the nearest gas station. Chloe pulled over next to a gas pump as she got out to fill her vehicle up and Max got out to hang around outside the vehicle. Max leaned against the truck still thinking about every event that occurred between her and her bluenette friend. Chloe inserted the gas pump to her gas tank.

"Well, Max, what have you done? What was the real purpose for these powers? Were they meant to create or to destroy? Was that storm really my fault or did it in someway come to town to make me look bad? At least Chloe is grateful to be alive now that this is her fate. A fate I made for herself. Like John Connor always said in the Terminator franchise. 'The future is not set. There is no fate but what we make for ourselves.'"

Max felt her phone bleep in her pocket. She reached for it seeing her mother texted her.

Mom: OMG Max! We saw the news! Are you okay?!

Max: Yes, mom. I'm fine! I'm with my friend Chloe and we just got out of town. We just stopped at a gas station in Portland.

Mom: Oh thank goodness! We thought we lost you!

Max: Did the news mention any survivors?

Mom: As far as I can tell, they did show us survivors scattered around the streets being rescued. Including a few survivors at Two Wales Diner. I believe one of them is Chloe's mother Joyce.

Max: Thx!

"Chloe, they survived!"

"What?"

"My Mom just texted me saying they're survivors. Including your mother!"

"Really?!"

"Yes, really!"

"Shit, I better let Mom know where we are!" Chloe grabbed her phone to shoot her mother a text.

"Talk about Irony, Max. You save your friend and what does that get you? It gets half the town killed but with the other half alive and well. Especially the other people in this world that care about Chloe. Just like saving Kate on the rooftop. Just like saving William only to see your friend become a wreck. Just like uncovering the truth about Rachel. Irony."

Chloe finished texting her mother as the gas pump finished filling up her truck. "Oh, this is great news. What a relief."

"What's a relief," Max asked.

"Mom said she's safe and sound with Frank and Warren as well as my Step-Dad."

"Wowsers, that is a relief. Where was David the whole time?"

"At the police station. Checking up on Jeffershit. The man who drugged you and killed Rachel." Chloe sighed. "If it were up to me, I could've put a hole through his heart like how I almost did with Frank. Only I'd be more satisfied and not heartbroken."

"Chloe, you'd be no different from Jefferson or Nathan and since it wasn't up to you, you'd be breaking the law."

"I'm gonna go pay for the gas," said Chloe disconnecting the gas pump and walking up to the counter.

Another text bleeped from Max's phone. It was Warren.

Warren: Max, where'd u go?

Max: Me and Chloe left town and we're staying over in Portland. I txt u 3 times to take shelter but they failed to deliver.

Warren: I did take shelter. Me, Joyce, Frank, and his dog had to stay under the basement at the diner. Where were u and Chloe?

Max: We were at the lighthouse over-watching the storm. It was horrible. What's the situation there now?

Warren: Its shit is what it is. The national guard just came by to help survivors. Paramedics are taking care of the wounded and they're placing the ones that didn't make it in body bags. Countless people can't even live in their own homes because of what happened.

Max: Me and Chloe are going to try and stay over at my parents' house in Seattle. We'll have a better time there.

Warren: I think me and my family are gonna stay somewhere else for a little while too. Take care.

Max: U2