First time doing a story, First time writing really ever um im going to say that im not very good at this writing stuff. im pretty sure im alittle dyslexic or something.
feel free to take this story and finish it or not (i'll leave what i wanted to do with it down below).
Prologue:
It took time. Alot of attempts of struggling and fighting, learning of what to do, what not to do and when to do it. Watching the failure of what she tried to fix, make uncorrupted. Her power did this, ripped open a Pandora's box of problems.
These powers given to her by ? Chance ? or God ? but most likely mistake.
This all lead to questions that would make any persons head hurt. Timelines. What a fucking joke. Loops and different time lines taking over other Max's and then after a spell, leaving them high and dry wondering what the fuck happened. Frankly Max was so painfully over it all. No matter how hard she tried it was death or destruction, Which both are the just different sides of the same coin.
The storm lead to mass devastation, multiple deaths and injury which didn't die down in Arcadia Bay like she and Chloe thought it might. It continued to ravage a couple of states across America before losing power and dissipating.
The storm was by all means Destruction. Homes and offices destroyed in a blink, City's sustaining massive amounts of damage that took weeks for people to start recovering from.
Destruction and death.
The death of Chloe was so small in comparison to what would happen if she was saved. So many lives would be saved if she died in the bathroom at the hands of Nathan Prescott and after seeing what saving Chloe would cost, the weight of having so many deaths was crushing. It destroyed Max just as much as Chloe convincing her to let her die, to go back and do nothing.
After there many talks about how to stop the storm from killing so many the only option they could think of was too let what was meant to happen, happen.
"I love you too much to let you go" was the only thing that was ringing in Max's head as she finally agreed to Chloe's request. Tears pouring down her face and a small shudder as a gun shot echoed in the girl's bathroom at Blackwell.
With Chloe's death so many people lived on but it left destruction in the hearts of the people who knew her. Her mother, Joyce was left bed ridden with grief a husband gone and now a daughter too.
Max, after the timeline had reset after Chloe's death, 'woke' to be standing at her coffin next to Joyce and David with a small crowd around them,tears and sobs could be heard from some people as the priest was saying his flowery words laying Chloe to rest. After the hundreds of tries to save Arcadia Bay (more than just the bay) with Chloe and now having her gone it was jarring.
First she didn't really understand what was happening as blood from her nose dribbled down.
Then slowly the information trickled in, the soul crushing guilt and angst of having her close then just...not, months upon months of her life with Chloe gone.
Cold flashes that felt like wind and rain when she tried fighting the storms in the past timelines racked over her body as her heart and head both pounded and started to crack, her heart taking in all the loss, grief and now loneliness while her mind fighting the beginnings of insanity and depression.
"Wh..what are you doing?" Max croaked, taking all the stress and fatigue from time travel, more so then usual not understanding why they would put Chloe in the ground, i mean she was alive! So many memories of her alive with Max swarmed her mind.
Joyce puts her arm around Max's shoulders. "They're letting her rest hun" She squeezes tighter around Max as tears fall freely from both there eyes.
" " Max breathes quietly "I can't watch Joyce, She was alive!"
Max begins to shake badly as what is happening sinks in and what she has lived continues clashing in her mind. Joyce grabs Max with both hand and pulls her into her chest facing Max's face away from the coffin into her embrace.
The memories race.
"I pledge allegiance to Max and the power for which she stands..."
"Since you're the mysterious superhero... I'll be your faithful chauffeur and companion."
"Rachel, she was my angel"
"Why look, an otter in my water!"
"D..Damn Max your hardcore"
"It will be okay Max, like we talked about okay ?"
Max's hand reach up and fists Joyce's black cardigan as tears burn her eyes leaking out no matter how hard she tries to stop them. The memories are... overwhelming as she get lost in them, The final memory breaks her though.
They are back at the light house looking at the storm, hands held. It looks the most furious it has ever looked. Clouds black, rain turned hail and winds blisterling strong. The girls know whats going to happen but it doesn't make what is going to happen any easier.
"It's here, we lose control of it here, It has to has to stop Max" Chloe's says to Max looking over her. Max is defeated.
"..." silence is all Max can muster as she hugs Chloe hard burying her face into Chloe's neck.
She needs this, the final moment.
"Being together these weeks, no months has been hard Max, but being with you has been.." Lighitng strikes over heard, Wind blocks out any way of hearing what she said.
"..est farewell gift, You're MY hero Max".
Max just clings tighter not willing to let her go."Chloe... I'm going to miss you" its a throaty whisper filled with pain and chocked with tear but Chloe hears and her hand cradles the back of her head.
".. i will always love you" Max's eyes close shut as the words fill her
"Now go, before i freak out" Chloe replies with a grim watery laugh.
They let go of each other and Max takes a few steps back looking at Chloe, hand holding the damned Butterfly portal to take her back to where she needs to go.
"..Don't forget me" is whispered tragically.
".Never." is said in return. heartbroken.
She falls the the ground, Joyce going with her arms around each other.
Max's cry's and painful sobs can be heard throughout the silent graveyard as everyone turns to see Max's breakdown. The words "Don't leave me, i love you" are said though her hiccups and tears leaving everyone watching shocked, never knowing or what seemed to be like a secret romance. Never the less these people at Chloe's grave are broken and devastated at the death of the girl with the blue hair.
To think it all started with a blue butterfly...or so Max thought.
Chapter 1:
Days turned to weeks, weeks to months. Max was never the same. People around Blackwell give her a wide birth she was beyond help, refusing to talk to anyone other than Joyce or Kate and even then it was brief. Her grades plummeted down to below acceptable levels for Blackwell and she was asked to leave, 'Fucking Gladly'. Max's personality changed (of course it would) leaving her angry and bitter, depressed and risky to the point of nearly suicidal but most of the time she was baseline blank like a robot awaiting command.
When Jefferson was caught Max watched with dead eyes, a flicker of satisfaction at seeing the man lead out of the school. Nathan was a different story. He killed Rachel and Chloe be it accident or not, "Nathan was weak" whispered a soft voice in the back of her mind, it didn't sound like the Other Max but more...Godly? or maybe just smug at seeing his rightful misfortune. It faded as quick as it came and didn't linger, Was it weird hearing a voice in your head? but after all she could travel time itself. so.
After going home to her parents Max was often left on her own. They moved to Seattle for work which left mom and dad busy, It didn't mean they didn't love Max but...well after so much time of trying to cheer her up and being understanding, only to be meet with a wall of silence it began to get frustrating.
Leaving her with time and to re-try school next year left them with some hope that their Max would come round.
That and weekly therapy sessions would help.
Three sessions every week.
Talking and talking was all that went on and Max would barely be responsive but the few times she did talk she lost herself in a memory of her and was enough for the doctor to get some kind of read on her mental state and a diagnosis.
Oh boy was it was a doozy of a list that shocked her parents and called for a second opinion.
PTSD, Depression, Bipolar disorder coupled with Psychosis and Schizophrenia all though the last too might not be true after slipping up about some her travels with Chloe, While true to her, not for everyone else. How could she have traveled with Chloe for months when she hadn't talked to her in years (common knowledge for Max's parents which was passed on) only to meet again at her demise.
Over the many months spent after Chloe's death curiosity got the better of her. Did she have her powers still? The thought of "fixing" her timeline was like a drug. Beginning with a selfie before a session with her therapist and rewinding over and over again to give answers that would let her leave without a fuss and early. she waited for weeks.. No storm.
This left her confused and angry so she tried again, this time online poker with people for all over different states. A bit random but she found a tab open on her fathers computer (gambling was vice of his) and gave it a try. 3000 dollars richer and another week... No storm.. but an important question answered that filled Max with a strange feeling, Her rewound stretched across America and didn't destroy everything.
'Why not rewind the whole world?' Thought Max, as a small alittle half smile spread across her face.'Chloe would love that'
They lay together sweating and panting after a round of love making Max lays her head on Chloe's chest. arm over her stomach and legs entwined. Chloe breathing alot harder than Max.
"Damn" she pants " We need to see crazy,take charge Max more often"
Chloe looks down at Max with a shit eating grin causing Max to hide her already blushing cheeks into Chloe's neck.
"You like that huh ?" Max's muffled voice replies
Chloe laughs back "mhmm.. i do" Her hand runs up and down Max's spine.
"love you chlo"
"You too supermax"
The memory rings clear. Chloe always wanted her to be self assure and more confident (But clearly still very much loving shy sweet max) But shes gone.
Max goes off to a college close to home, her parents didn't was to send Max to some institution for help (Max rewinding for the right answers helped alot there too), It's alittle rougher than Blackwell but shes like a ghost so she has no problems.
Therapy takes an interesting turn and is suggested to take lessons in self defence as a way to let out all the bottled stress and anger.
With powers it's almost to easy to win but doesn't stop her from putting in the hard work and getting her ass kicked, The falls and bruises help her fight off day to day monotone.
A hand full of years have passed now and Max's transformed into a sometimes sarcastic but mostly solemn young women. Body still tiny but now filled out and lean with muscle a lovely combination of soft and hard. Hair the same,freckles still dusting the bridge of her nose and across her shoulders but that's where old Max ends.
Her eyes lined with dark circles be it makeup or lack of sleep (mostly the latter) surrounded her eyes, They themselves are hard pools filled with what seems like a life time of grief and a deep ache that cuts the soul, a big close up of her eyes in fact won her a photography award and prize money. The picture simply titled 'Alone'.
That's all i got/
I hope it was a good. Um i wanted for this story to be; max learns to fully control time but to go back and pretty much help out in BEfore the storm. finding out that rachel has a weird force of nature sprite connected to her or something and her dying causes all the shit in Life is Strange. Eg the storm... I dont know seemed cool at the time. and im sure other people have this idea way before me. But yeah,, badass but alittle crazy Max. with chloe or both her and rachel.
Im kind of too stupid to keep writing this and spell checking for 20 minutes makes me bummed out.