Hello everyone to my first story ever. I finished Life is Strange not so long ago and fell in love with it instantly. One of my absolutely fave characters is Nathan Prescott and it kinds of make me sad that he is treated the way he is treated by most of the players and well… he needs some more love. Since I'm on a quest to write a book for my friend for her birthday (she literally made me to do this, who the hell does things like that?) and since I'm not much of a writer I thought writing a fic will be a good warm up before the real thing and I heard someone said practice makes perfect so we'll see about that. Anyway the 1 chapter is more of testing the waters than anything else. I would like to take my turn on Max and other characters of the game and I will definitely put some caulscott in there in the future I also would like to look into Prescotts and what kind of shady business they do. I'm not sure how the story will turn out in the end but I hope It won't be too horrible. Also English is not my first language so there'll probably be some mistakes or a lot so please forgive me and enjoy the story… I hope.
''Max it's time"
The wind is stronger with every minute and so it's rain. Max trembles from the piercing cold, staring at Chloe and then at huge tornado coming in Arcadia Bay way.
"Chloe… I'm so, so sorry… I… I don't want to do this." She looks back at her friend, her best friend. Her mind screams 'no! I can't, I can't'.
Chloe takes Max in her arms hugging her tightly, cutting her line of thoughts. Max hugs her back shaking violently. After a moment Chloe steps back.
"I know, Max. But we have to. We have to save everybody, okay?" Chloe takes a deep breath. "And you'll make those fuckers pay for what they did to Rachel."
Thunder strikes nearby, and Max knows that moment of taking a choice is closer, too close. Her friend looks at her, her eyes frightened but also full of love and resolve.
"Being together this week… it was the best farewell gift could have hoped for."
'no, please no' Max thinks. But she knows, she knows once Chloe put her mind on something, you can't stop her. She's a force to be reckoned with. 'Just like a hurricane' she thinks.
''You're my hero, Max." Chloe voice shakes a little. Max stares at her. 'It's not fair' her mind screams, but she knows what to do even if she doesn't want to.
"Oh, Chloe.. I'm gonna miss you so much." Max voice's raw with emotions. She steps closer to Chloe and hugs her one last time. They embrace each other and then Chloe let's her go.
"I'll always love you… Now, get out of here, please! Do it before I freak." Chloe takes step back and then another. She's shaking and Max heart breaks into million little pieces.
"And Max Caulfield? Don't you forget about me…"
"Never." Max looks at the photo of the blue butterfly, her hand shaking. She slowly turns to face the tornado. She focus on the photograph and in the next moment she's back where it all started. She lets the photo fall to the floor.
She waits and after a moment Nathan comes in. He's in the middle of his meltdown. His voice shaky and breath laboring. Max thinks about herself when she came here for the very first time, time that changed everything. She was feeling down too. And isn't that funny that she's so quick to judge others when she's no better herself.
The doors open again and Chloe shows up. "I hope you checked the perimeter, as my step-ass would say."
'Oh, Chloe' Max thinks and feels her world shatter again.
She slides down the wall and sits by the stall listening to Chloe frightened voice and Nathan angry one. She hears the sound of bullet being fired and Chloe body hitting the floor. She hears Nathan, he sounds scared and shocked. The tears are flowing down Max cheeks and she chokes on them while she listens to Nathan checking Chloe body and his mantra of 'no, no, no' how he paces on the floor his steps distressed.
He pulled the trigger, he killed her, he deserves everything that'll happen to him but why he sounded so broken. 'It's not his fault' Max thinks, he's mentally unstable. It was an accident, she pushed him and he pulled the trigger and how easy is that, she herself almost shot Frank in the junkyard if not for the empty cylinder, and Chloe actually killed him and his dog even if she didn't mean to.
'I'm such a hypocrite' She instantly remembers everything she learned about Prescott, how his friends care about him especially Victoria, how badly he is treated by his own father, the burden of the name Prescott, how he was used by Jefferson and discarded like a trash eventually, the voicemail when he warned her about the threat her teacher is.
She remembers Hayden when he said that Nathan is everybody voodoo doll 'kill the rich kid!' he said then and she trembles at the memory. She believed that Nathan was a sick psycho to the very moment she saw Jefferson at junkyard and then every piece of puzzle felt into a place. Nathan was just a scapegoat, another victim.
She hears the door open and David Madsen comes inside. There's shouting and she wonders if Nathan really deserves what is about to happen. She hears punching and someone hitting the tiles and there is no fighting back she realizes. She remembers the time when Warren punched the hell out of Nathan. How he was left sobbing saying that everybody hates him. She used her rewind power that time and stopped Warren, because Prescott looked so damn miserable, lying on the floor and crying, stripped from his pride until nothing left, broken.
There was a metallic click. Handcuffs. She thinks what will happen to Nathan. Jail? Mental illness institution? She thinks what will he have to go through in those places and it makes her sick. Nathan is right everyone tries to use him one way or another and it will not end, and is she any different? She tries to use him too in her own ways.
"No, I need to rewind, I need…'' no she can't, it was already too long, she looks at her left at the photo next to her.
"Is someone here?" She hears David, and she panics. She grabs the picture and try to focus on it. The head ache hits her like a ton of bricks and her vision goes dark for a moment. She hears Madsen getting up and she knows that she must focus on the photo no matter what. Her body is shaking and her head hurts immensely but she looks at the photo and next moment she's standing with the camera, a fresh photo rolling out of it. She staggers and lean on the stall for a second, she feels dizzy.
She hears the door open and Prescott comes in again. She feels weak, and the headache is killing her. She takes step forward but her vision is blurry again and she can't lose consciousness now. She tries to focus and isn't it kind of ironic. She props herself on the wall.
"It's cool, Nathan…" She need to go to him, to stop him, to soothe him, anything.
"Don't stress, you're okay, bro, just… count to three."
Max grits her teeth and takes a step forward, stepping from behind the stall.
"Nathan…" She says somehow and Nathan head whips in her direction.
"What the fuck! What the fuck are you doing here!" and then he looks at her, it's Caulfield that nosy bitch. Just his luck it seems. He takes out his gun because he's so fed up with everything and everyone.
"help… please…'' he snickers to himself but then he notices blood flowing from her nose, and she looks so damn pale. The doors opens and he curses under his breath. That blue haired punk ass steps in but when she sees his gun and then looks at Caulfield she stops.
"What the fucking hell?!" She turns around and exits the bathroom in an instant.
"Nathan…" it's so quiet he barely register it. He turns to face that hippie girl and the moment he does that, her knees give out and she hits the floor hard like a puppet that's strings were suddenly cut. He throws his gun and tries to catch her.
"Fuck… fuck… fuck what to do?" She shakes uncontrollably in his arms. There are tears flowing down her cheeks, and the damn blood doesn't seem to stop flowing either.
"Nathan… please… Jefferson… he…" Her voice is so desperate and weak. He looks at her shocked. Jefferson? "How the fuck… " He can't finish, possible scenarios overflowing his mind. She brings her hand up and grabs his jacket. She looks like she wants to say something more but then she stops shaking and her hand falls loose, eyes closing.
"No… no fuck no, fuck" He's scared, what the hell just happened. He stares at the unmoving body and he suddenly feels empty. Not again. Not again. He never really liked her, she was so nosy, the fucking selfie ho of Blackwell. But whatever happened she didn't deserved it.
"No it can't be happening" He stares at her and notices her chest moving just slightly, her breath rather shallow but there nonetheless. He lets out a sigh of relief. He takes out his phone and calls the hospital. He'll thinks about Jefferson and his involvement in this later, now he has a girl to save and he hopes no one will blame him for this. He didn't ask for this, he didn't ask for any of the shit that happened in his life.
He looks at her one last time, she looks so fragile like a broken doll. The voice in his mobile takes him back to reality.
"It's Arcadia Bay Memorial Hospital. What's your emergency?"
Nathan swears that he'll make sure that Caulfield will come out of this whole and healthy.
"I'm Nathan Prescott, I'm at Blackwell, there is a girl that need medical attention ASAP…" he looks down at Caulfield and his heart stops for a second because her chest stopped moving.
"Shit! She's not… she's not breathing…" he feels numb the phone slips from his hand and lands on the floor.
"Sir! Sir! Can you hear me?"
"Fuck…"