Dawn of Nightmares

Prologue chapter of an idea I had for a crossover between Life is Strange and Until Dawn, technically the story of Until Dawn with Life is Strange characters but there are a few key differences so it's not a complete copy. Anyway, hope you enjoy it.

Also a side note, this is just a taster of this story, I won't actually be starting it in any real detail until next year at some point.

Disclaimer: I don't own Life is Strange or Until Dawn.


Prologue

The snow swirled endlessly in the high winds on the dark mountain, already lying thick on the ground and still falling. Almost invisible against the gloom, the black clad figure standing by the old wooden building looked around carefully as they closed the door and secured it shut with a padlock. They had worked hard to begin the next step of their great plan, to claim their next two victims.

Although they were frustrated as they actually had more victims in mind, all from the group that were currently present on the mountain, but had only been able to get these two. Still they reassured themselves they would have another chance, they just had to be ready to take it and their current two victims could simply wait until then. Perhaps when their disappearance was noticed and a search effort began, they would find that chance.

For now, they left the building, making their way towards the lights in the distance, the lights of the Prescott lodge. A ski resort built on this mountain by orders of Sean Prescott, using his own wealth which bought him the mountain as well as the rights to build on it.

Of course there were many other places of interest and buildings on the mountain that had been here before that purchase, but the lodge was always the focal point of the mountain and where more of the figures intended victims were currently located.

Within the old building, shrouded in almost total darkness were two teenage girls, both eighteen.

The first was of medium height, with medium length brown hair and brown eyes, she had a slender build and brown skin and was clad in denim jeans, a white T-shirt under a pink hoodie and black sneakers. Her name was Stella Hill.

The second girl was also of medium height, with medium length black hair, showing some dyed streaks and brown eyes, she had fair skin and a slender build. She was clad in black mini shorts, a white T-shirt under a grey hoodie, a black parka jacket over that, red leggings and black sneakers. Her name was Brooke Scott.

Neither were really equipped for the cold, having been grabbed from the lodge where they had been relaxed, Stella had been grabbed first and Brooke pulled on her coat, hearing the noise and deciding to investigate. Now both girls were awake and terrified by their situation, both had been tied up and had their mouths gagged with tape.

'Wh-what is this?' Stella thought, terrified. "Mmm mmm!"

"MMMMMMMMMMM!" Brooke screamed. 'Oh my God, what the fuck, we...we've been kidnapped, shit, can't let this...Stella, hold on...'

She struggled desperately, trying to free herself, to save herself and her friend.

'Brooke, what…?' Stella wondered, noting her friends strenuous actions. 'Is she…?'

Realizing the truth she just hoped they could do something, but they had to calm down, panicking wasn't going to help them.

An idea suddenly came to Stella, she called over to Brooke.

"MMMM MMM MMM!" She screamed, getting the other girl's attention.

Brooke started and managed to look over to Stella. "Mmm?"

Stella gestured as best she could with her bound hands, luckily Brooke seemed to get the message and managed to push her way along the floor until they were both right next to each other. Working together they soon freed each other's wrists and began trying to undo their other bonds.

'Yes, it, it worked!' Stella thought in relief.

Brooke was relieved too. 'Thank God, we're outta here, we need to, get back to the others...'

She was worried, whoever kidnapped them could be targeting their friends, they were part of a larger group after all. Soon however, they managed to free themselves and quickly peeled the tape off their mouths.

"Urgh, finally." Brooke muttered. "Stella, c'mon, we gotta go."

Stella nodded, getting to her feet. "Yeah, I hear you...God, how did this, who could have..."

Brooke shook her head. "I don't know, but we'll figure it out later, the others could be in danger, we need to warn them."

"Yeah, yeah, you're right." She replied.

So they quickly hurried over to the door and tried to open it, only to find it locked.

"Urgh, shit, no." Stella muttered.

But Brooke wasn't deterred, carefully searching around she found something.

"Stella, over here." She called. "We can get out this way."

Stella turned and hurried over as Brooke began kicking out the rotting boards, creating an opening which they both crawled out of, escaping the building at last.

Meanwhile, a shadowy stranger stood, watching the lodge, a machete gripped in his hand which he tightened his grip on as he observing the lodge. From his position at the edge of the tree line, he could make out the silhouette of one of the occupants, and the indistinct shapes of two others, three of the seven occupants currently inside.

The eighth, the adult chaperone, was outside, currently gathering firewood before heading inside. Watching this for a while longer, the figure sheathed their machete, turned and walked away, into the dark gloom of the forest.

Standing huddled against the cold, Brooke's parka only offering minimal warmth to her, the two girls paused briefly as they stood at the edge of the snow dusted clearing the building they had been held captive in was within.

Before them was a snow buried path, with only footprints to show where somehow, presumably their kidnapper, had travelled. They could see the lights of the Prescott lodge in the distance and knew they had to hurry back.

"C'mon, that creep that kidnapped us could already be back there." Brooke said. "The others could be in danger."

Stella nodded. "I know, Mr. Jefferson is there, but, we were taken, despite him being there...We can't take chances."

Brooke nodded and they prepared themselves to begin walking. But then, suddenly they heard a terrifying screech.

"Stella…?" Brooke whispered

The girl just shook her head. "Brooke…?"

Brooke bit her lip, terrified; the screech sounded again and, in blind panic, they turned and ran as fast as they could, no easy task due to the snow. Running in a blind panic they made it to an old bridge, crossing the bridge Stella fell. Crying out Brooke turned to help her friend up, unaware that, at that moment, her phone fell from her pocket, falling under the floorboards of the bridge.

They continued onwards, both wanting to find safety but ending up trapped as they reached a dead end, a cliff.

"Oh Jesus Christ!" Brooke gasped.

Stella let out choked gasps as she and Brooke clung to each other moving backwards until they couldn't go any further due to the edge of the cliff.

"No..."

They could hear the screeching getting closer.

"No, shit, no, get back!" Brooke cried out. "Fuck, no...ARGH!"

She cried out as they suddenly lost their footing and fell. They now were stuck, Brooke hanging onto a branch protruding from the ledge, holding Stella's hand with her other hand.

A burst of flame suddenly lit up the night above them. Brooke looked up in horror as a strange masked figure appeared above them and, after a brief pause, reached out towards them. Brooke grit her teeth, she could feel Stella's hand slipping through her own, she couldn't abandon her and, seeing this figure wasn't helping.

It only terrorized her more and, unable to hold on anymore, she let go. The last thing she knew was the pain of slamming against the ground several times, Stella falling along with her, doing exactly the same. Then she struck a particular rock and life was wiped from her body.


End of chapter, hope you enjoyed it, read and review please.