A/N: The characters will be OOC, for the most part (pairings not decided, it's up to you if you have something to decide). Unlike the majority of my stories, this one is not a smut and will not know, or little, erotic and sensual scenes (but nothing concrete). It came to me by sharing some of my ideas with StevoCPP.

Ah yes, this story can be seen as much as a future fic as an AU.

It's also a little "fuck it!" of all those romantic Max/Chloe stories (yep, I do not mean pricefield). Warning, this is my favorite couple but there is still more to talk than romance (with them or other pairings), there are other problems to evoke in the lives of the characters (everyday life, school, plans for the future, Victoria's lack of self-confidence, Taylor's mother's health problems, blablabla ...). Anyway, it is not the subjects that are missing, it is not only on the love life (I do not know why but it annoys me at this moment, I had an overdose).

But to come to Max/Chloe, things are not all rosy for them and they are so different. They grew up separately because of a dramatic event and their «romantic» relationship started very badly and has many shortcomings: Chloe's feelings for Rachel (sorry but they will not disappear as soon as she has discovered her body), the week that just happened to Max (enough to go to therapy for months), etc ... I will not develop all the details, you know them like me. Nope, there are too many questions to really know how they really feel.

I just thought of this when I remembered the scene where Max met her double in the nightmare at the scene of the two whales, this Max was really heartless and had an animosity against Chloe. So I read many stories about LiS fandom and I did not find one with "Max vs Maxine" so I can tell. So I go something that goes in this direction, with other subjects of course, no reason to stay on a single topic.

This story will focus on the consequences of the episode of the dark room, the harmful effects may have affected Max's psyche and a hypothetical end by sacrificing Arcadia and various resulting dark scenarios, making Max rewind once again in the past.

This is just a taster but let's start now. The story resumes in September 2013 at Blackwell Academy, but before that, here's a little prologue that looks at serious things.

...

"Hate is love that has darkened"

- Soren Kierkegaard -

01 - Storm under the night sky

Under the sky of Oregon, once clear, dark clouds threaten the small town of Arcadia Bay.

The lightnings gleamed, briefly illuminating the dark area with their fatal assaults and causing fire starts, fulfilling their duty of destruction. The rain bombarded the ground with its deluge, as dangerous as hailstones the size of a billiard ball, provoking the rise of waters and violent tidal waves. The icy wind was blowing terribly, threatening to destroy anything in its wake, and helping the other elements to unleash themselves against this impure land.

But it was nothing compared to the gigantic tornado whirling, this tornado in front of the shore of Arcadia Bay. She could quickly swallow the entire city like straw, and no one would realize it was happening. This mastodon of water and wind was advancing calmly towards ... while the dozens of others in the ocean were advancing randomly in their directions.

While nature seemed to have gone mad, something happens on the cliff overlooking the city, more precisely on the lighthouse half destroyed. A figure appeared chained by the arms and legs by fine (but solid) black lianas with thorns at the top of the lighthouse, with the upper part of the lighthouse being broken and falling into the ocean. The ends of these strange lianas pierced the skin of the person trapped in various places, blood still flowing from these wounds. The person, a young woman with blue hair and half-torn clothes, seemed to be stunned seeing her head bent forward and her lack of movement. A piece of paper was stuck in the liannes, which remains of a newspaper with today's date of 11th October 2013.

Lower toward the forest, with trees shaken by the terrible storm, another young woman with short red hair looked at the woman chained with anxiety. She wore a long black cloak that hid most of her body and her hair with her hood down, as well as an unusual claymore to her right hand. Her face hardens instantly when her azure blue eyes lower on the person in levitating just below the blue-haired woman.

The dark clouds seem to be scattered lightly in one place, showing the moon being dangerously close to the earth, as well as the scarlet red glow shining on its surface.

The light seemed a little better to clear the area of the lighthouse, first showing the red scarlet eyes and then the demonic smile on the face of the black-haired woman who seemed happy with the presence of the furious woman with red hair, these two women being very similar in their physical appearance as the number and size of their freckle appeared to be the same place on their face. Only their mood was different at that moment, the joy for one and the fury for the other.

The young woman with the black hair, levitating from the floor, was quietly installed (as if she was sitting on her chair with her legs crossed) for the event, and it was not for the apocalypse that they were surrounded. It was finally to settle her accounts with this weak woman standing in front of her on the ground.

She wore a leather suit with a corset, combat boots and black gauntlets, as well as the long scythe slightly curved in her hands, whose red blade shone through the gleam of the moon.

"Finally you are here, again to save her, right?" the young black-haired woman asks with sarcasm, giggling by the umpteenth attempt of the other woman to save her 'best friend'.

The red-haired woman said nothing and grabbed her gun with both hands in front of her, she had no time to play with her double evil.

"Nothing to say? So much the better" the brunette raises her scythe by her left hand.

By this gesture, a tremor was felt under the redhead's feet, but it was not an earthquake. No, it was ephemeral and regular. An dark arm arises from the void on the side of the cliff, and rests on the ground to support. A second appears to imitate the first, the dark arms fold to let emerge a massive humanoid feminine and muscular to black skin. This huge thing must bend its long arms to get closer a bit more.

Its head is covered with dozens of black tentacles, hiding part of its face except for the eyes. Its big red eyes narrowed and fixed the form of the hooded person.

"Sorry sweetheart, you'll have a very bad time" the brunette giggled at her sense of repartee, as she does not care about the opinion of others.

She lowered her scythe to the redhead, and the giant of darkness prepared its fist before pushing it towards the redhead, with the firm intention of crushing her. The redhead got ready for the fight by dragging her gun to her right hand, the blade behind her back.

She throws herself at the fist of the giant with the firm intention of cutting it ... only a shadow slipped over her.

The brunette had not sat down to do nothing, she also wanted to participate in the show by carrying the fatal blow to the redhead, the giant only serving of lure.

As she could not stop her jump, the redhead had to make a decision, she raised her right hand and stopped the giant's attack with her power to freeze time. The humanoid giant was arrested, as well as the surrounding area around 10 meters, but not for the black-haired woman and her scythe rushing towards her head.

She parried the scythe with her claymore, a thin lock of her red hair was cut and a small part of her cheek. But her adversary smiled wickedly as she raised her left hand and a faint blue glow lit up around her. Time had resumed its normal course, as the lock of red hair cut was blown away by the wind and the cut of her cheek began to bleed.

While the fist of the giant who comes dangerously close to the redhead, it is also at this moment that the blue-haired woman awoke from her lethargy.

A thud was heard all around the cliff, as the giant's fist dug a huge hole because of the impact and a cloud of dust rose from the ground.

The young woman with the blue hair shouted in despair the name of her friend on seeing the scene, refusing once again the reality of this world.

...

A/N: So here for the first chapter, you can easily know the identity of the characters.

As you may well know, the next chapter will be before this event (I like to do that) ... or maybe I will continue the sequel of this chapter ... or maybe it will be a dream or I'll write a little poem about the person who lost the pictures of his dead cats (poor guy, we do not often talk about his so important and crucial misfortune in LiS).

Nope, I'll let you simmer and continue the story in my own way. To the pleasure!

And for those who will guess my inspiration for the giant, good job, you will receive grilled snow delivered in an invisible and intangible envelope.