Authors Note:

This is an AU/rewrite of sorts of the story in Life is Strange. Max never moves back to Arcadia Bay and therefore doesn't get her powers to chose to save Chloe in the end if she wanted to, or let Chloe die so the Bay doesn't get ruined by the hurricane ultimately caused by her choices.

In this story, all supernatural elements don't exist, and because Max didn't move back, things happen exactly how they were supposed to - but likely not how you think they were supposed to. Fate works in mysterious ways, does it not?

This is mainly a romance between the pairing of Chloe Price and Kate Marsh; but there are other minor and implied pairings as well. Rachel is still dead in this one, but the main conflict of Mark Jefferson and Nathan Prescott is going to be wrapped up quicker than in the game due to the changes made - there is no hurricane/water tornado, but there will be a fairly impactful natural event.

Everything had happened so quickly that it was hard to even remember how Chloe had gotten where she was. She needed money to get out of Arcadia Bay, and she knew about Nathan Prescott's little drug habit. Obviously the first and smartest, but not the most rational idea, that came to her head was to blackmail him into giving her money so that she could leave. Go to Los Angeles, hope Rachel was there. She'd be pissed if she was, but, at least then she'd be alive, and she could push her around a couple times, tell her to fuck herself, and then kiss her so hard that both their heads were spinning.

She missed her so much; more than she could even really put into words - but, she was realizing as suddenly Nathan was pinning her against a wall with a gun in his hand, that she had made a mistake. The crazy look in his eyes made her heart beat hard in her rib cage. She panted softly, putting her hands up, feeling the cold tile wall of the bathroom against the back of her hands. Her knuckles digging into the soft grooves.

"Come on man! Where the fuck did you get that?" Chloe asked, her blue eyes wide with fear, "Put that away!"

'I do not want to die by Nathan fucking Prescott's hands. No fucking way!'

Nathan's eyes looked into hers, angry, and unhinged. His pupils almost as large as hers as he gripped at her hip with one hand, and pointed the gun at her chest with the other. Her eyes flicked down and she could see that his hands were shaky. He was not as confident about this as he claimed to be.

"Stop telling me what to do!" he growled out, putting his face close to hers, his honey colored hair falling over his forehead a bit. She could feel his breath against her face, and it smelled of liquored.

Suddenly the bathroom door opened too quickly for anyone who might have heard to have opened it. Obviously whoever it was, was completely unaware. Chloe's eyes fell on the petite blonde girl standing there in the doorway, one hand on the door. Her brown eyes were wide with fear as she saw the gun, and Nathan - but suddenly Nathan's attention fell on her, instead of Chloe.

Chloe's hands were shaking as she watched Nathan look at Kate with sudden fear, and pain in his eyes. His hand holding the gun gripped at the gun harder, but started to fall down to his side, directed at the floor near Kate's feet.

"Help!" Chloe screamed, knowing there was no other way, even if the last person she wanted to see was who would be coming to help. As she screamed this she hurried forwards and pushed all of her weight against Nathan, tackling him to the floor. His fist and the gun in it slammed against the hard floor as the gun went off with a loud bang and bounced out of his hand and several feet away from him.

The blonde girl screamed, and Chloe feared the worst, that she'd been shot. The girl fell to the floor, and Chloe struggled with Nathan.

"Get the fuck off me!" Nathan growled, fighting underneath her, "Get off me bitch!"

"No!" Chloe hissed back at him, straddling him and keeping her hands on his chest. He reached up and attempted to pull at her blue hair, but instead pulled her black beanie off. She slapped him in the face until suddenly she was being pulled off of him.

She screamed and thrashed.

"Chloe stop! It's me!" David's voice came from behind her, but that didn't make her want to stop thrashing around. 'David Madsen, step-ass and security-douche to the rescue.'

"Let me go!" she growled and stumbled away from David as he instantly fell to the ground and before Nathan could grab the gun again, David forced him onto his back and cuffed him holding him to the ground as he called for the police.

Chloe panted, her heart racing in her chest and she looked down at the blonde girl on the floor. She was leaning up against the door, looking pale, and there was blood on the floor and along her knee.

"Fuck me," Chloe exhaled heavily, and moved to help her up off the floor, "Come on."

"Leave her there!" David demanded, "The EMT's will be here too."

Chloe glared at him, "Yeah, probably too late, I'll take her to the hospital." Truth be told, she just didn't want to listen to David, or answer police quesitons before she had time to think up a story about why she was on the school grounds. Not only had she been expelled two and a half year before, but she was nineteen, and didn't even go to any school anymore.

"Chloe." David huffed at her like he was the King or something.

"Fuck off! I'm taking her to the fucking hospital," Chloe growled at him, and pulled the girl up off the floor, "What's your name?"

Unlike Chloe was who was dressed in ripped jeans, a loose fitting tank top, a red flannel, and combat boots, the girl was dressed like she belonged at Blackwell. A black pencil skirt, white dress shirt, black sweater, white tights, white sneakers. Honestly, she looked depressing. Chloe couldn't think of a more sad ass outfit than that one. It was completely devoid of any color...besides black or white. Not that she hated black or white...but...Christ.

"K-Kate..." the girl breathed out, leaning against Chloe, her eyes barely open, "Kate Marsh." Her voice was...sweet, and..not in the faux way Victoria fucking Chase's voice was.

"Well Kate, let's get you the hell out of here." Chloe mumbled.

It was difficult getting Kate out of the school due to their height difference. Kate was a senior, so she was eighteen, but she was barely five foot one, while Chloe was five foot nine. She was tall for a girl, and Kate was short for a girl. Not to mention the blood that was smearing along the pristine white floors...

Chloe picked Kate up, since she was quite slender, carrying her bridal style out of the school into the parking lot. Ignoring the crazy looks they were getting. She panted, straining a bit. Kate might not have been too heavy, but, Chloe wasn't exactly the poster child of exercise.

"It hurts..." Kate whined quietly and normally the whining would annoy Chloe, but, she felt her heart squeeze in her chest and she pushed even harder to get in to her truck in the lot before the damn Police would show up.

"I got ya," Chloe told her, and when they got to her old rusty truck, she set Kate down just enough that she could open the passenger door and get her into the truck. Closing the door, she hurried around to the drivers side, climbed in, and started it up.

She looked over at Kate for just a moment, whose oddly huge blonde hair was a bit deflated, and messy from the haste. She put the stick into reverse, pulled out of the spot, and sped out of the parking lot with a loud and unpleasant roaring of hte engine and squealing of the old tires that definitely needed more air again.