A/N: Hi guys! Before you start reading and that you are not surprised/shocked, I would like to point out to you that English is not my mother language, so I would ask you to have mercy and not crucify me at the altar of lamentations. Thank you for taking the trouble to read this note and to be indulgent.
My idea is very simple: what would happen if Max was not the only one with powers? I was slightly inspired by "Heroes" but there will be nothing from this series, I will keep the main themes of LiS in adapting them to my story (although some details will be different, like fewer characters and others mentioned that will be present). Needless to say that it's an AU. The characters will be enough OOC (I want to experimented with new things) but they will still keep their characteristic that we like, more for certain than others. All the characters will have their dailies and little secrets, what will be interesting is when their lives will collide.
As much as I adore this universe, there is too much mysterious point to have a true satisfaction, as the thing of Max enjoying her last week with Chloe (I think the developers did not understand the meaning of the word enjoy) for just lose her and live with that weight until the end of her life, is cruel enough (I say this for the end "sacrifice Chloe" even if the second end is also horrible ... and the one I always chose). There is no real explanation of the supernatural disasters that happens during the week or of linking up with Max's power, except that I think it's sort of a countdown to unnecessarily put more pressure on Max's frail shoulders.
There will be many pairings but this is secondary and nothing definitive, I want to try new things that the usual classics, it's at you to vote for who you want to see at the end. If you want to see stuffy romance, this is not the right story.
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01 - Prologue: Life is Power
Blackwell Swimming Pool, Blackwell Academy
September 5th, 2013. 21:28 PM
The elitist club of Blackwell Academy has organized a party with DJ Tonio to celebrate the resumption of classes and relieve some of the anguishing tensions that students may still have in their bodies. This is the official version of the Vortex Club, students less popular are not as naive.
The Vortex Club parties are ideal for meetings or one-night adventures. That was what his friend Logan Robertson had said before seducing a new prey, leaving Zachary Riggins leaning against a wall looking at the crowd out of the corner of his eye. He was starting to get bored of the ambiance while he saw Logan hanging with a random girl.
Zach had already thought of putting himself in a couple with a nice girl, as his mother had always dreamed for him, he had thought of this pretty blonde who is the new friend of Dana. She seemed intelligent and agreeable from what he had learned.
There's no doubt she might have fallen for him. After all, he is THE popular quarterback of the Blackwell Bigfoots Football Team, he has an athletic physique that many guys would envy him, he is a privileged member of the Vortex Club and a Blackwell Academy brilliant student since last year (unlike stereotypes, he has a good academic record). With all these advantages, he knows that he has become very arrogant and he adores martyred some geeks. Zach knows that it can prejudice him but he likes to play with fire.
It's decided! He drinks a sip of his glass before putting it somewhere (he does not care) and returns to the VIP section of the Vortex. He walks with a quick pace until his eyes land on an attractive girl, dancing alongside nerdy boys and girls.
He had never seen this chick on campus before tonight, she had to be one of the newest students like Dana's friend. He also can not help looking her up and down: she wears a corset just covering her bust, leaving the area of her neck/shoulders bare and vulnerable, as well as her navel in the open air. She also wears a fairly tight black leggings with a few stripes at the thighs, a flannel shirt around the waist and high-heeled boots.
Her half-length hair is dark red, she must have dyed them as it does not seem naturally red. As he was less than three meters away, he could see many freckles on her face, on the upper part of her chest and her arms. But what intrigued him most was her tattoo on her left arm. With the light reflected by the mirrorballs, Zach could not distinguish anything except for a spider on a web, or perhaps a dream catcher?
Maybe this chick is a soul eater?, Zach thought as she saw the girl wear the look of the bad girl, or perhaps that of the black widow (there were some strange rumors at Arcadia Bay In recent years), before laughing inwardly. Yeah, as if it were going to happen with that tiny girl.
Zachary feels attracted as a moth is attracted by the light from the street lamp. Seeing her sensually dance provocatively with the other girl, Zach was struggling not to slip her into the boys' locker room. She was so incredibly hot and sexy. He slips into the small group and the red head looks at him curiously, she detaches from the other girl and slides her hands on his shoulders, letting herself be guided by the music. Zach can not believe his luck, he had already forgotten about Dana's friend and focused on this crazy chick.
For a few minutes, they crushed one against the other on the dance floor. It was fun, this girl was a massive teaser, she'll end up blowing him up in his pants if it goes on like that. Zach was starting to get annoyed and it did not help him as she was rubbing against him in this tight leggings, he could even feel the fabric of her underwear. His hormones make him crazy and he very craves to tear her clothes to slide inside of her.
"You're going to drive me crazy" Zach slips into her ear.
This mysterious girl smiles at him and turns to begin grinding her tight little ass against his groin, her back leaning against the tall young man. She was looking at him and gave him a sexy smile before she bent her back a little more and squirming right against his pelvis.
Zach grunted in her ear before biting her slightly. His hands go to the bottom of her back and press against him, so that this stranger knows how much effect she makes him. She just smiled at him, as if she knew exactly what she was doing, before turning around again and sliding her hands around his neck.
He felt her lips go round his neck, nibbling a little, and he moaned. His hand goes under her knee and raises her leg so that he can grind his pelvis against hers. His other hand descended from her lower back to her ass. She gasped, clutching her grip around his neck. It pleases him to know that he also made her of the effect. But before Zachary could ask if she wanted to slip away from this room to another more intimate, the red haired girl slips away from him and looks at him with a smirk.
"It was nice, let's do it another time, maybe" she told him before blowing a kiss and getting out of his field of vision.
Wait ... He is lost, she did not come from ...
Fuck! He has just been used!
...
"Hey Maximus, have fun?" a cheerful blonde sitting at the bar asks the red-haired girl who walks up to her.
"You do not even imagine, my little fairy" the Maximus replied as she gives a kiss on her temple before sitting down.
Max Caulfield is quite proud of herself. She had just had a nice time with a beautiful male after have enjoyed with some students, and she left him planted like an idiot on the dance floor before joining her bestie. She knows it's mean but she loves to feel the pleasure flowing in her body, playing her role of slut.
"Be careful. Imagine that Zachary is a serial killer who cuts off his victims before burying them in the forest" the blonde said, looking seriously at the redhead. The girls look at each other for a moment before they burst out laughing, they can not imagine the quarterback doing such a thing.
"Luckily I have my little fairy by my side" Max says giving a wink to her best friend.
Taylor Christensen rolled her eyes before pushing playfully her friend from elbow. Max had dubbed her like "her little fairy" by referring to her favorite manga "Fairy Tail". It's a ridiculous word game but they both laugh each time as if It was the best joke in the universe.
While Max was wearing an outfit that she would describe as dangerous, Taylor was wearing a sexier outfit (Max's words) with her gleaming golden tank top, her tight black jeans shorts, yellow stockings striped black that highlighted her long legs coveted by many students, and ankle boots with side zip closure with oversized ring pull. Taylor takes the opportunity to give back the belt bag that Max had entrusted to her, the one that contains her polaroid and some personal effects that she would not confide to nobody, but she.
It was particularly difficult for Taylor to find a fashion that suits her friend, Taylor's clothing are always stylish, unlike the red head that varies according to her mood. So she does not even want to talk about makeup or hairstyle, Taylor wanted to change that usually by wearing her hair back while Max left them still wild. The worst thing is that Max is a natural beauty, but she still does not realize it.
"Speaking of Zach, why our dear Taylor, new member of the Vortex Club, is not on the other side of the mirror and joined the evil Queen Bitchoria?" Max said sarcastically as she finishes putting her belt bag around her waist.
"Be nice, Max" Taylor replied as she put her hand on Max's thigh, stroking her as if to calm her friend "Victoria is not so bad, she is authoritarian, but she has a good heart too ... when no one is around."
Max rolls eyes of the absurdity of her friend's words but she respects her anyway. The first impression is not always the right one. She personally had nothing against Victoria Chase, but there was a sort of tacit competition between them, besides the pixie blonde comes from a rich family.
Being of a modest family, Max did not know how to deal with rich and snobbish families. The father of her bestie is also rich, but Taylor never acted as if he were superior to the less fortunate. She had asked if she wanted to join the Vortex Club but Max had laughed at her. She did not want to take the lead with the teen drama.
"You should sleep with her, it will avoid an unnecessary drama" the blonde raised suggestive eyebrows at Max who snorted.
"I doubt the little Queen of Blackwell knows anything about girl-on-girl actions. She must still believe at the charming prince and the storks" Max spat under her breath.
Taylor's little hand slides up and down on her thigh, she is getting closer and closer of her inner thigh to her groin, but she never stays for long. Max needed this distraction to dissipate her nervousness, she feels bitchy mood tonight and she wants to gut someone. Taylor always knows how to relax her.
"Hey boy" the red head said to attract the attention of the barman "give us a soda, and you open it in front of me."
The barman runs and serves the large glasses just in front of the young woman. Max is always a bit suspicious during parties, just a moment of inattention and the life of a girl could be changed forever. She has experience on the subject, she knows how to be careful. She watches him pour the sodas into the glasses and gives one to the blonde.
"Here blondie, and do not forget-" Max begins as the blonde takes the glass and puts the palm of her hand above.
"Do not forget to keep your hand above the glass, I know" Taylor finished her sentence as she had heard it a million times "I love your side Mom but I'm a big girl."
"I'll say a big woman" Max adds with a seductive tone "a lovely young woman very attractive and teasing."
Max finishes her sentence by sliding her hand in the belt of her best friend's shorts and pulls her closer to her to stand. The red head also rises and sticks to the blonde, chest to chest. Knowing her naughty intent, Taylor brings her face closer to Max and kisses herm languidly, none of them cares if they are seen by someone.
The blonde takes the opportunity to let her hands run through the toned body of her bestie, it does not see at first glance that Max is training at the gym for the last two years, but she can nevertheless feel the difference in touching her firm muscles from her arms and her abdominals. She feels Max's tongue ask permission but Taylor keeps her lips closed before backing off. She smiles at Max's growl, the blonde likes to make her happy but she also loves to see her frustrated as hell, she is so cute when Max pouts like a child deprived of her lollipop.
Taylor takes a moment to look at her, Max had really grown up over the last five years, not just her slim body but her psyche too. She remembers how she was at their first encounter: angry, anxious, nervous. She had just left her hometown to live in Seattle, leaving a friendship behind her, a ruined friendship from what Max had told her. Max did not say much about Chloe Price, she does not like to talk about her and Taylor respected but she feels that things are not over between them.
For their own friendship, Max ended up being influenced by her playful side, she even ended up leaving her nerd/hippie side behind her to become that strong and confident girl. Although they are bestie, they are sometimes lovers or friends with benefits. Taylor feels more than friendship with Max and reciprocally, but is it love with the big A? She does not know. For now, they are very happy as they are.
Taylor looks up from her glass to watch Max take a picture from a small group of people with her boring polaroid. She knows that the young photographer only swears with her polaroid and they had debates so that Max switches to digital but she is frightfully stubborn, impossible to make her leave her vintage camera.
Max smiles satisfied and Taylor takes the opportunity to drop a sensitive subject on the table.
"We could have lunch at the two whales tomorrow? I heard they were serving the best hamburgers in Arcadia" the blonde tries her approach but Max turns around with scowl.
Seattle's tattooed redhead had already thought of saying hello to Joyce since he arrived, but if she does, she has chances of falling on Chloe and Max does not want to see her yet, she is not ready.
She knows that their mothers talk regularly on the phone, she also knows that Joyce is remarried and she is going much better, but she did not want to hear any news from Chloe. She did not want to know if Chloe had found a replacement as her best friend and stuff her happiness in the face, so Max prefers not to know anything.
That was years ago, things have changed since then as with Taylor and other things. Max is going to have to be a woman and face her, but she prefers to remain in her cover of the darkness of ignorance and enjoy life without the drama of her past.
"Tayl, I've already told you that-"
"I know, you want to avoid falling on Joyce and one thing by bringing another, she will ask you about her daughter and you absolutely do not want to talk about HER" Taylor says as she knew her speech by heart.
If you're looking for the word 'predictable' in the dictionary, the picture of Max Caulfield would be just under the definition. Or maybe she knew her too well?
"You know you're going to have to talk to your childhood friend one day or another, Victoria told me she's a student on campus."
"You promised not to push me" Max declares before blowing loudly, she knows it's inevitable but she wants at least to spend the evening without worrying about the drama.
Taylor respects and retreats but her friend will have to speak with the famous Chloe. Max looks at his glass with contemplation thinking of Chloe, it must be five years since there was no contact between them, the last time was ... painful. Even if Max is still a little angry at her, she wonders how Chloe is going? Her bestie has just told him that she is studying at Blackwell but she has not seen her on campus.
After all, she is no longer the same frightened little girl as when she was thirteen years old. She wonders how much Chloe could have changed, after all that happened after William's death ... she hopes that Chloe will not have made a big mistake. She knows how much Chloe could be and their differences: Chloe acts with her heart, she also acts impulsively and is very stubborn while she ... she remained selfish. No! This is not the time to revive the past.
Max takes a sip of her drink before putting it on the counter and pulling her hand away from it. She now knows that her drink is wasted but she did not feel as thirsty as that. Never mind, she just wants to have fun and enjoy life, as her bestie Taylor taught her, while pursuing her dreams of being a celebrated photographer, such as Mr. Jefferson.
Ahhh, Mark Jefferson, one of her reasons to return to Arcadia Bay, she must say she is not disappointed to have him as her photography teacher. He is so charming and cool, Max would like to spend a romantic weekend with the handsome man but she is not naive, she knows she has competition like Victoria Chase. But she is not worried, the principal Wells had told her that she had received her scholarship with the encouragement of Jefferson, besides that he seemed very interested in her work. Max snickers at herself that it's more than Victoria will ever have. No, really, why worry about anything? She has no reason to worry. Her thoughts are broken by the voice of her bestie.
"Since you seem to have fun alone in your little crazy head, I'll join the sharks. Victoria needs my assistance" Taylor says she's writing a quick reply back to the pixie blonde.
"Have fun with your friends stoned, I'll find someone to play" Max answers her by shooting her tongue ludicrously.
"You better tell me the details tomorrow!" the blonde warned her with a serious fake look by pointing her finger, before kissing her by barely touching her lips and walking towards the VIP section.
"Love you!" the red head shouted to Taylor, who replied by waving with her hand raised in the air.
Max shakes her head, she was lucky to meet her when she was close to having a mental collapse. She is happy to have him as her bestie/lover. Now that Taylor has left her alone, unattended, Max takes the opportunity to do a little tour and see who will be her new victim. It's not her first party but it's the first one with a pool, she's tempted to put on underwear and join those in the water.
She takes a look as she walks through the crowd to watch new faces and those she has already met. She had already seen many people like Taylor drag her along with her, Max was not as social as her friend but she learned a few names and made some friends, Taylor filled the rest.
There was the principal Ray Wells, he seemed a good man but in his welcome speech, she felt that there was no real enthusiasm. Of course, Mark Jefferson is her teacher (and future husband, she already planned the marriage in May 2014, it just remains to seduce him) and she was looking forward to her upcoming classes. Professor Grant seemed nice, even though she was struggling with science, fortunately she had made a new gifted friend in this matter.
Warren Graham, a cute boy and pretty geeky but a bit too «pot-of-glue», she will have to think of something to make her understand that she is not interested. Maybe finding him a girl would be fun. There is also Dana Ward, a popular cheerleader and coveted, she had thought to try her luck but Dana does not seem to play for their team.
There is Kate Marsh, Taylor warned her that the girl is a conservative believer but given the relaxed look of the religious girl, Max wonders if Kate is not curious, wanting to experiment with new things. Perhaps the Christian had run away with a new identity? Mhh, Max was eager to learn more about the church girl.
Courtney Wagner, a new friend of Taylor, not much to say except for the taste of the fashion that she shares with the blonde. Max should perhaps put things right with Courtney, Taylor is her best friend, no chance to leave her at the first bitch. Trevor & Justin, two beautiful skaters, she was eager to spend time with them. She has never been a good skateboarder but it will not stop her from spending time with them, to the dismay of Taylor. There were others, many to have a good evaluation in a few days, but Max had heard of a certain 'celebrity' in Blackwell.
Rachel Amber, the perfect student with the perfect grades and the perfect look. There was a whole bunch of divergent opinions about the mysterious Rachel but it seemed she became more calm and moderate before the summer break.
Taylor had filled some blanks, something about an supposed disappearance at a Vortex Club party. Or even an kidnapping according to Rachel's best friend who had searched all over the city to find her, until she finds it along the beach, completely empty look and apparently having no memory of those days. Max thinks that Rachel must have drunk too much and hung with a random guy for a few days. As long as she is alive.
Max is fired from her thoughts when she hears a female voice screaming in surprise, she looks up to see a girl too dressed in the pool and a guy who was laughing too hard with a foam fry. There was no need to have been to Harvard to put things together.
She feels the tingling in her hand, it had been a few days that she did not use it. Max smiled wickedly as she held out her right hand. A strange reddish energy flows through her hand and time stands as frozen for a fraction of a second before turning back. Max watches the familiar scene of things returning to their starting point when she uses her rewind.
As people automatically moves back, Max stops her rewind to a point where she is satisfied as she saw the scene of the fool poking her foam fry on the girl's back. The flow of time resumes its normality and the guy notices a chubby girl. The thought of pushing her into the pool is about to germinate in his mind ... only a red-haired girl confiscates her foam fry and pulls him by his bathing suit until positioning him near the pool.
"Wicked boys must always be punished" Max said with an evil look.
She pushes him into the water and the next moment, the guy raises his head out of the water and he is a little lost. He sees that red head crazy and notices something in her right hand ... shit, he wraps his crotch by reflex as he no longer feels his bathing suit on him.
Max smiles proudly of her good action and throws the boy's bathing suit without looking into a corner of the room. She then turns to the chubby girl who was watching the exchange between the two, then she smiles understanding.
"Thank you, it's soothing to know that there are not only idiots in this school" the chubby girl with a goth look declares to her savior.
"You're welcome, girls must support themselves" Max answered with a shrug, as if it were not much.
"My name is Alyssa Anderson" she says as she reaches out, what Max accepts and shakes her hand.
"Max Caulfield" the red head answers with a smile, but her eyes have seen something else behind Alyssa "I have to go there, keep in touch."
Without waiting for an answer, Max moves away from the girl with the goth look and approaches another wicked boy ... a VERY BAD boy ...
She smiles wickedly as she feels the adrenaline rushing through her body, someone will pass a bad time.
A young man, badly spoiled physically by nature, with gray-green eyes pretended to listen to the words of a girl whom he found to his taste. He was waiting for the right moment for the girl not to pay attention to her glass to throw the little pill in his hand.
He now had his chance as she had just finished her boring conversation/monologue and he was about to raise his hand to put the drug down ... until he felt a hand slide down his arm. He turns to the right to see nobody, then he turns to the left to see a girl with red hair walking away, but she had turned her head spinning to give him a seductive wink and a smile full of allusion.
He apologizes to the girl who talks too much and walks quickly to join the other girl. He follows the red head through the crowd until reaching the girls' locker room. He looked around the room to see no one, he thinks he has lost sight of her and is about to turn around to look for her somewhere else but he feels a big blow on his head.
The poisoner collapses his head forward, his head touching the bench, and he cried out in the pain that filled his brain, his tears flowing from his cheeks. He places his hands on the back of the skull, rolls to the left and moves his hand in front of him to look at a figure above him.
He gets into fear when he saw a large object in the hands of his alleged assailant, he did not like seeing this person hold this fire extinguisher. But most of all, he was even more frightened at seeing the big creepy smile in the look of this chick who had seduced him, as well as her eyes filled with demonic madness.
He was afraid for his life, he was so afraid he had wet his pants.
Max burst out laughing as he found himself more and more pathetic, no one would miss him when she did what she intended to do.
"Aww, the wicked poisoner is afraid of a tiny little girl?" Max declares in a mocking voice as she holds the fire extinguisher as she would hold a newborn "do not worry, I just intend to crush your brain, no worries to make you."
The guy screamed in terror as it was the only thing he could do. Max sits on his stomach and violently lowers the fire extinguisher on her poor victim's skull, once strong enough to knock him out, a second time to hear a cracking start of his skull. Then to the next twenty shots are just for the sadistic pleasure of turning this ugly face into a pretty pink and red porridge.
She blows strongly as she releases the weapon of the crime on the side, her murderous impulses have calmed down once this rapist neutralized. She places her hands on her knees as she resumes her breathing calmly and realizes what she had just done. She felt little guilt that she would normally feel, she had no mercy for people like him, not after what happened that night. One evening she can never forget ... it was the night she discovered her powers.
Deciding she had watched this porridge that was still a head a few minutes earlier, she reached out to use her power. But before, she takes her polaroid to take one picture, just for the dark and morbid beauty during an unhealthy impulse, before storing it and stretching out her right hand again.
...
The young man with gray-green eyes listened to the annoyed look of the words of this girl he intended to enjoy ... but a feeling of uneasiness surrounded him. He does not know why but he had the feeling that someone wanted to end his life.
He apologized to this Sarah and walked towards the exit, placing a hand on his forehead as he had the clear impression that his skull had been crushed by a train. He was near the exit until he came up against someone. He looks up to see a girl with a fatal woman look and red hair. He does not know why but an imcomprehensible feeling of fear invades him, and the words of this girl completed to wet his pants.
"You have an hour to leave town, or I promise to crush your head again" Max said in a cold, insensitive voice, without pity for that vermin.
She had barely finished her sentence that the poor guy was running for his life, with the intention of being a reasonable distance from this, this 'monster'.
Max was satisfied with his reaction, she finally managed to master this new side of her power. She could now leave a «phantom memory» to another person, it was ideal to leave an imprint of fear to her future enemies ... or confuse some people with torrid feelings if she wanted to.
She decides to join the bar to quench her thirst. Letting out her dark side by punishing a rapist is always an exciting moment and she needed a more full-bodied drink than a soda. It was still as strange to manipulate time, even though it was almost five years since she had this power, she was still like a kid on Christmas Eve: she wanted to do and have everything she wanted, without worrying about the consequences. It's her dark side that speaks, Max still has a self-control and a conscience, even though it was very tempting to be evil. She had the power to bring the dead back to life and the buildings collapsed to their original state, but she had limits.
That's why she got a tattoo. She always wanted to remember that she still had the power to challenge destiny, and that she even had the destiny of others in the palms of her hands. Max had tattooed leaves of vines and barbed wire along her left arm (from the clavicle to the wrist, through the birth of her neck and the top of her breast), several lotus flowers here and there, but it was just the background of the whole. The most important was this dreamcatcher, with different small skulls capturing by silk threads, but above all, this imposing red spider on the dreamcatcher was the centerpiece.
This spider resembled a latrodectus mactans or more commonly called "black widow", with some differences. She has twelve on the tattoo, and the abdomen has the form of three skulls (the first looking to right, the other looking in face and the last to left, the skulls arranged right to left).
She had to draw the spider by herself, a representation of her power superior to that of the three Parcaes. It may be too presumptuous but she felt good to do so at the time, she felt very excited to have the power to challenge even the deities. This change has done her a great good, her timidity being dead and her anxiety having almost completely disappeared. It's rare but she knows how to control it, put the switch on "off" and keep her fear burying.
It had taken nearly three years to have an excellent control of her power, the many theories on the subject did not help her much to understand, some were logical but unrelated to her and above all, it was only theories. She seemed to be the only one to understand how the time works.
The main problem was the lack of energy, her batteries were falling flat and without mentioning her epistaxis which are now almost non-existent (they return if she force too much on her power). There was also the time limit which was only a few minutes for the first few times, but she could now go back up the time of a day for the cost of a majority of her energy. Max had not understood at the time for the loss of so much energy for such a short time, until she understood what was wrong.
She forced too much on «the flow of time» as she calls it, as if she were going up a river flowing into a waterfall, too much pressure for so little control. That was her problem, she had not thought about it. Why seek to control something you are already the master? She was not to control it, but to manipulate it, just as a conductor would manipulate the play of instrumentalists. It is the best she has found as it is quite difficult to describe.
It's not as if she was going to write a handbook about time travelers. At least, she now knows her strengths and weaknesses.
Always seated in her seat, she orders a glass of tequila. Alcohol had no real effect on her temporal manipulation, nor the weed but hard drugs, danger. Very bad experience. Max brings her filled glass to her mouth until she hears a voice she had not heard for years.
"Amazeballs, I never thought I'd see the day when Maxine Fucking Caulfield would drink her first glass of alcohol" the voice said with a tone of venom and bitterness.
The time manipulator turns to the owner of this voice and sees a familiar silhouette that she had seen many times on campus, but she would never have believed that this rebellious blue hair and that punk attitude would associate with THIS face.
Wowser! So much for a night without drama.
Earlier,
The "Pandemonium Night" party was in full swing for nearly two hours, if there is one thing that Chloe Price can recognize about the Vortex Club, it's that they knows spend their money or rather, Prescott Daddy's full wallet. Snobs know how to give themselves the means to annoy people. Although she does not understand why they continue to give money at parties since none of their child is studying in Blackwell. From what she heard, one of their child died and the other is in another country. The Prescott is as much a mystery as troubles.
She disliked everything connected with the Vortex Club, if it was up to her, she would never have come but there were a few reasons why she was there.
But before, see these males seated around a table gave themselves in the torments of male liaison by an arm wrestling, irritated her to the highest point. She finishes her glass of liqueur and goes to join them. When the last part ends, Chloe gently pushes a guy out of his chair and settles comfortably on the seat.
"Hey" the guy falling on the ground grunted as he got up.
He was going to complain but the black glare that the bluish give him was enough to close his mouth. He could be a part of the Blackwell Bigfoots Football Team, he knows he is unlikely to beat the punk in single combat, and he did not want to be part of her hunting trophy.
When the jock drew back, Chloe put her elbow on the table, in the classic position of the arm wrestling.
"Okay, Ray, right?" she said looking at her opponent on the table.
"Yeah ... listen, I'm not gonna beat a girl" Ray Siren, members of 'The Otters' of swimming team, responded by looking at her dismissively.
"And if we bet $ 300 each, does that speak to you better now?" the punk sure of herself pulled out a wad of ticket on the table with her other hand.
Ray looked at the money for two seconds before putting his own with the others and joined the match. This is going to be too easy.
"Very well, it's going to be too easy" he put his elbow on the table.
Some guys and girls came closer to watch the scene and several of them shook their heads. Obviously, this guy has never heard of Chloe Price. Several took out their cell phones to film the scene, while others wagered for the winner, Ray smiled for his easy victory.
"Let's go, bitch" Ray said, focusing on the word «bitch». Chloe did not say anything but she was now irritated, she grabs his hand and keeps cool "Tyron! Ref for us."
The so-called Tyron, the one whose place has been usurped by the blue-haired punk, approaches with caution.
"Okay. Ready? GO!" he yelled.
Chloe and Ray both fought for dominance, some girls are worried that punk could lose as it would put her in a massacre mood for the rest of the night. The jock is very close to winning now, his arm a few centimeters from the table with his hand above Chloe's. But suddenly, Chloe gave a mocking smile before straightening her arm and slamming Ray's hand on the table.
"YEAH! Super Price wins!" A green haired girl screams for joy.
"Dude, she totally beated you" Tyron said to the jock, who received a bad look back.
Chloe gets all the money on the table and puts it in her bra, then she gets up and gets ready to leave but not without sending a punch in the nose of this jock asshole. Ray collapses and cries, putting his hands on the area of ?suffering, a little blood escaping from his hands.
"It's to teach you to respect the feminine gentle, loser" Chloe spat before turning around without looking back.
Maybe it was not the right reaction and she promised not to make a scene but she felt good. Chloe HATED to be called bitch or a diminutive of the same kind, it reminded her of her past and it was something she did not want to remember. In addition, she was always pleased to show the results of her self-defense sessions with her step-ass... NO! Step-father. As much as she does not like David very much, he made her mother happy and so, he deserved she is more friendly with him.
As long as he does not try to take her father's place, she will be cool with her step-father. Better.
Although crushing this asshole was amusing, she did not want to be here. She would rather be at home in her warm bed, with her girlfriend safe in her arms and forget about the world. But her half wanted to go to that party and Chloe was okay, her blonde needed to go out and it gave Chloe time to investigate.
She gets back to the VIP side of the Vortex Club, being a guest thanks to her girlfriend had her advantages, and she looks her for the look. Chloe smiled in spotting her gal with her indivisible blue feather like left earring, chat with two other girls, one of whom was Dana, a good friend of both. Chloe discreetly sneaks up to the girls and wraps her arms around the waist of her girlfriend. The blonde jumped in fright for a second before turning her head and smiling as she recognized the owner of the inquisitorial arms.
"Have fun, Rach?" Chloe asks while kissing the neck of her wonderful girlfriend.
"As much as you, I hope" Rachel boldly replied as she stuck against the blue-haired punk.
Chloe smiled at her girlfriend's sneering answer, it was one of the things she loved in her angel, her insolence. She places her head comfortably on her single naked shoulder and gently inhales her smell. It reassured her to feel her alive, safely in her arms.
"Since you're here, Price, I can now ask you-" Dana's friend was starting but she was quickly interrupted.
"Shhh, not talk" Chloe purrs against the warm skin of Rachel.
"Do not take it personally Juliet, Chloe can not start a discussion when she's in this state" Dana laughs as she sees the punk giving kisses on Rachel's neck.
Rachel Amber laughs as she can not agree more about the great auburn hair cheerleader. It is not in Chloe's habits to show her sweet side in front of people or to make a public demonstration of affection, but she must say that the last few months have not been the most normal in their lives.
She had a bad experience during the last party of the Vortex Club five months ago, she had started the evening well despite her fight with Chloe for the same reasons: her friends of the Vortex, her connections with their supplier Frank, the status of their relationship or the absence of one (Chloe did nothing to hide her crush). Rachel loves Chloe, but she did not feel ready to be serious. Then, as she had isolated herself in a corner to call her on the phone, she had felt a hand behind her pass a rag over her face. It was the last thing she had felt that night.
She had woken up on the beach, not knowing what she was doing here. The first thing she had seen was her best friend with an extremely anxious look on her face. The bluish had asked her a thousand questions to which Rachel had no answer. According to Chloe, she had disappeared for three days, they both did not know what could have happened and Rachel had been clear that she did not want to know. She did not want to learn what had happened during that period but especially, she did not want to put Chloe in danger ... even if the punk is virtually invincible.
This experience had sequelae to Chloe's angel, Rachel had felt as if she had been near death and she wanted to change, no longer be this irresponsible girl and she wanted to think of the future with Chloe. She had calmed herself to compare to that carefree girl she was (she always loves to have fun but she has largely calmed herself). She now wanted a real relationship with punk as Chloe wanted but before, she had to tell her the truth. Rachel wanted to start on the right foot again, but she knows what she's going to say will hurt her friend.
Arcadia's popular blonde revealed her many «infidelities», even though they were not really a couple (she knows it's not an excuse but she did not have the best education with her parents), with some Blackwell students, but also Frank Bowers and even a professor in Blackwell. It broke her heart to see Chloe's wounded face, as well as her rage and screams, she felt very guilty that she had done. The blue-haired punk kept her distances for weeks to be alone and ponder. After a month, Chloe came to see her in her house, she had taken Rachel to her bedroom to isolate themselves and spend the best afternoon of their life.
They are now officially together, despite the great disappointment of most of the student body, and Rachel had made it clear that she was exclusive to Chloe. She was happy that Chloe had forgiven her for all her excesses, and she made sure to show her every day that he could be given her, like this trip to Los Angeles for the summer. Rachel knows she's trying to compensate, she just wants a bright and safe future with Chloe, she's going to do everything to make it happen.
Dana & Juliet left to go dancing, Rachel nodded wishing them pleasure and she turned her head to kiss her girlfriend's cheek.
"So I thought" Rachel begins, grabbing Chloe's attention staring at her seriously "we could dodge, go back to my room ... have our own party ... privately."
Chloe bites her lip as the seductive look of her angel pierces through her soul and begs her to accept this intimate moment, the blonde caress even her right arm where her tattoo was. She wanted her. Fuck! Chloe wanted her so bad but she had another reason to come to this fucking party.
She had a very real goal for the last five months and that does not concern Rachel in them. She wanted to find the son of a bitch who had taken off her angel and wanted to make him pay for everything he could have done to her. She had tried to talk with the blonde but Rachel did not want to know, her clinical tests were okay and did not reveal any harm, and her girlfriend did not want to know what her kidnapper could have done to her.
Chloe had respected her decision but could not accept this injustice. As much as her relationship with Rachel is getting better and better, she could not accept that the bastard would come out with impunity without facing her justice. Through his fault, Rachel had become more tense, she sometimes cried over the phone when she had a nightmare and Chloe would come back to her house to hold her until Rachel fell asleep. She did not like to see her angel in this state, so weak and fragile.
For the peace of Rachel, Chloe Price will solve the mystery of 22 april, she will find this person and kill him with her own hands, she will not give up her angel!
But unfortunately, she has not learned much in recent months. People were not helpful (she did not care who had drank the most vodka, stupid boys) and most thought that Rachel had hooked up with a random guy during that time. Yeah, it's crazy as people only care about themselves.
Chloe can not count on the Arcadia cops either. They had not moved much during Rachel's disappearance, and they dropped the case once she was found, concluding that she had just fugue or attract attention. It's crazy what the dirty money of the Prescott can corrupt even the police.
She counts the days when she can leave this fucking city forever with Rachel. She hopes to discover the kidnapper before the end of the year, and her first step is to investigate the evenings of the Vortex Club. After all, Rachel could not be the only victim, others girls could have done like her angel and did not say anything, out of fear and shame. Comprehensive but also irresponsible.
She must have zoned for a while because she just felt chills. The right hand of her girlfriend caressed her sensitive skin between her shoulder blades, under the strap of her bra. Chloe looks up at Rachel. Noooo, the blonde bite her lower lip with a naugthy look. She knows she is helpless with this look, she is like plasticine that Rachel could do her anything she wants.
Bad Chloe! Do not think about anything that this pretty tempting mouth could do, or even how wonderful your girlfriend hella sexy is without these cumbersome clothes ... Fuck, the punk thought before she lost.
The tall blue-haired girl kisses her girlfriend fiercely, who responds to the kiss with as much energy, and the two wander the body of the other with their curious hands. Excited as ever, Chloe takes Rachel's hand and guides her through all these stupid people, giving short greetings to people she enjoys.
The main exit was more difficult to access with all those students who were blocking the road, why they gathered here? Regardless, she forces a way with Rachel just behind her. They were now all close to the exit until Chloe stopped, Rachel hitting her back.
"Um Rach, would not you like to take a bottle of rum?" Chloe asks, turning around with a nervous smile.
"I thought we would not need to drink, for our 'activity'" Rachel answers by looking suspiciously, with obvious undertones on the last word.
"So you do not want to taste our two flavors together?" the punk retorts by suggestively raising the eyebrows, tracing a line from the birth of the blonde's chest to her lower abdomen.
Rachel understood the message when her girlfriend's hand remained under the belt of her tight jeans. She gave her a quick kiss and joined the bar, which was busy.
The tattooed punk gives him a last smile before turning to the object of her change of mood. She opens her eyes wide when this guy runs away, as if he's afraid for his life. Her gaze return to this girl with red hair and the look "Mata Hari" which now seems very suspicious. This little girl had a big smile on her face after have frightened the guy, obviously proud to have provoked this reaction to this coward. Chloe would have found it funny if the red head did not give her a bad impression.
The punk had already seen her from a distance on the campus, she had never been very curious as she was mostly concentrated in Rachel, her studies and her investigation, but now ... She sneaks at a good distance from the red head until she sits at the bar.
Now that this stranger was sitting where there was more light, Chloe could have a better look at her face and ...
... she would have preferred not to be curious this time, not like HER !
Impossible, what could SHE do here? Why would this traitor trail in HER town when she left for Seattle and abandoned her? She could not hold herself any longer, her impulsiveness gained the upper hand and Chloe walked directly to the red head.
"Amazeballs, I never thought I'd see the day when Maxine Fucking Caulfield would drink her first glass of alcohol" the punk declares without hiding her aggressiveness.
The red head looked at her curiously and Chloe could not help but gloat inwardly at the disconcerted face on Maxine Caulfield. Oh how she would like to have her father's old camera with her, this photo would bring back gold.
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A/N: So, did you like it? An opinion? Comments? Do not hesitate to let me know your opinion.
Here are some explanations: one of the biggest changes to the original LiS scenario is the awakening of Max's powers BEFORE her return to Arcadia, which is a huge difference on her personality (since he did not Chloe with her, discovering and using of her powers will be different because protecting Chloe was a major motivation).
Yes, Rachel is alive, you'll know why in time and in hours. For Taylor, I wanted to put a secondary character in the foreground, and I identify more about her than with the other characters in the LiS universe.
I also wanted to write Max having a big crush on Jefferson, I thought it would be more interesting as it is one of her interests in the game. It's also an opportunity to see Max vs. Victoria to have Jefferson. For the psychotic moment of Max, I was slightly inspired by "Life is Deranged" from TheGouldenWay on deviantart.
For Max's spirit animal, my interpretation may shock you because after a long reflection, it is possible that Max does not really have one, as the doe is that of Rachel and the blue butterfly is that of Chloe. Well, there are several interpretations possible, so I try to make sense with what I write. I know that DONTNOD links the different animals to the characters but I have my own interpretation, as the spider weaves the various canvases as the fate (Parcae) weaving the threads of people's lives, Max possesses this power over people.
Oh yes, I want to thank a few authors whose one of their story inspired me to write this story, it's not their content but for the plot and how they personalize the characters and finally, write original stuff that themes recurrent encountered at this time.
So, thanks to (although they probably will not read this but it does not matter) LonesomeBard for its story "Obscura" and its sequel, very nice. Thanks to karslavon for "The Other Max", it was really something new and inspiring to me. Thanks to WickDaLine and its series of "Life is Strange Season 2", I have never seen a guy so motivated, congratulations. And of course, a big congratulations to StevoCPP for its story "The Twin Moons", excellent way to present the enigmatic Rachel Amber.
