Note: For those who have been following my season two story, I'd like to say that my prequel titled "The Lost Daughter" begins here my fellow readers. For those who haven't read my season two story all the way through, I suggest reading that all the way through first before reading this prequel. Before the Storm will be out in less than a week from now and so I'm posting the first two chapters of the first episode to the Lost Daughter. Like Before the Storm, this prequel will contain only three episodes. As I still have my season three story to go about writing, I have thought about completing the first episode of this prequel to season two first. So sit tight and enjoy my prequel to season two. Happy reading!
*Readers discretion is advised* This chapter will contain intensive and graphic violence towards real life political affairs. If the reader chooses to skip to end, stop at 'SKIP HERE' to skip to the end titles of this chapter. Thank you for your discretion.
WITH RESPECT: This chapter features a fictional coup of Bolivian President Evo Morales. I did not write this chapter to begin foreign political controversy. I wrote this only to introduce the main conflict for the narrative of this work of fiction. I appreciate your understanding. Once again, thank you for your discretion.
WickDaLine presents...
A Life is Strange fan fiction...
Chapter 1 The Coup
October 22nd, 2013
4:56 PM
Portland, Oregon
Chrysalis HQ
Two weeks after the storm...
It was a calm and tranquil early evening for Portland. The sun set shined across the city and through the CEO office windows like the clouds of heaven. It had been two weeks since Arcadia Bay was vanquished by an enormous cyclone of destruction. One that had been mysteriously caused unnaturally. This day had marked the six month anniversary of my disappearance. Six months after my mundane fate. Six months after my humdrum and petty death held responsible by a narcissists rich boy and a bonifide pedophile in the so-called dark room.
Little did I know I was to be resurrected by a corporate organization named Chrysalis. After my overdose, my body was delivered to Chrysalis confidentially and my death would remain a forgery. Since then, I was medically induced in a coma until the Chrysalis science team could figure out how to bring me back to my next breath.
A woman in a lab coat and with red hair stood inside the CEO office of the Chrysalis headquarters with the CEO himself. The man running Chrysalis himself sat on a chair that was piece of furniture in the room. The man himself was sharp bald and wore a jacket tie with slacks and loafers. He smoked a cigar with an ashtray on the table while the read haired woman, who had been a senior science officer of Chrysalis, stared at the glass windows overlooking the city below.
"Rachel did everything right," said the woman. "She was an everyday hero to Blackwell. Before her kidnapping by Mark Jefferson. And now people believe she's dead. Leaving her girlfriend Chloe Price behind with that childhood cutlet Max Caulfield. The one who let half the people of Arcadia Bay die so Chloe could live. In the end, it never ends."
"Caulfield and Price may be together," said the man. "But Rachel remains our best hope."
"But everyone believes she's dead. Ms. Caulfield and Price especially. And then Nathan Prescott dies by Jefferson's hand. We both know Ms. Amber is ever so living as long as she rests in her coma. And now there appears to be coup by quantum terrorist that started a war in Bolivia."
"And it's up to us to stop that."
"If Rachel lives, she won't know who we are. She'll never accept our offering. Even after what Chrysalis has accomplished. Hopefully, she'll follow us no matter what happens. Ms. Amber is hero and a once proud icon to Blackwell. But she's just one young woman. If we loose Rachel, Chrysalis might well follow."
"Then see to it that we don't loose her."
*SKIP HERE*
October 22nd, 2013
8:56 AM
La Paz, Bolivia
Miraflores Centro
Eight hours earlier...
In a world now run by an evil terrorist cult named El Eterno, lead by an evil Bolivian warlord named Hugo Alvarez, now rules the city great city of La Paz and the entire country of Bolivia. A day ago, the city had been attacked by El Eterno. Killing nearly half the population and chastising the rest. With the city now overthrown by the sinister cult themselves, it was time to begin the coup of Bolivian President Evo Morales.
President Morales was being dragged on his feet and carried by the arms from two El Eterno mercenaries. His wrists was restrained by rope and was being dragged down a path from a small warehouse in Miraflores Centro to a car that would take him to the capital building in Plaza Murillo to be executed on live television. The path Morales was being carried was guarded by El Eterno soldiers and guard dogs. A path to a demise injustice.
In this hour of darkness, the voice of Hugo Alvarez himself was heard on an intercom echoed across the city. Announcing the dawn of new era of an evil empire that would denounce the Presidential regime of Morales and crown Alvarez as Bolivia's new dictatorship under the new management of El Eterno.
"¡Hoy, nos levantamos de nuevo como una nación (Today, we rise again as one nation)," said Hugo Alvarez via intercom. Ante la traición y la corrupción! (In the face of betrayal and corruption!)
The mercenaries made it to the car. They loaded the president into the back of the vehicle. One of the mercs smacked the stock of his gun on the president's forehead to knock him down on his seat when attempting to reach for outside. The shut the door next to him as the car started driving.
A man in a jacket with buzzcut holding an uzi gun siting on the front passenger seat next to the driver turned his head toward the back seat where the captive president had his wrist bound together with rope just to check on on him. He turned his head forward to where the car was driving. As the driver had his foot on the pettle driving down the ruined streets of La Paz, Alvarez's voice was heard on the intercom again.
"Todos confiaron en este hombre para entregar a nuestra gran nación en una nueva prosperidad (We all trusted this man to deliver our great nation into a new prosperity)," the new dictator continued.
The man with the buzzcut gave the driver directions to the execution point in Plaza Murillo. The streets were occupied with jogging Eterno soldiers and rolling tanks. Phone rang from the buzzcut man's pocket. The buzzcut man had a european accent. Specifically Russain. The man spoke on the phone to take the call and spoke in Russian. Ensuring the call that the president was on his way to his death poll. He turned his head backward again, said his last words, and hung up.
"Pero al igual que nuestra democracia antes de la revolución, ha estado en connivencia con el norte con sólo interés propio en el corazón! (But like our democracy before the revolution, he has been colluding with the north with only self-interest at heart!)"
The car continued driving down the roads of Bolivia. Demilitarized with tanks and mercenies. Civilians fleeing for mercy. There was one civvie that ran and bumped beside the car. The driver vividly hit the breaks as the the unarmed local knocked on the windows before he was shot to death by Eterno with a dog chasing their target. The driver pressed his foot on the gas pad to continue route to Plaza Murillo.
¡La colusión engendra esclavitud y no seremos esclavizados! (Collusion breeds slavery and we shall not be enslaved!)"
The car drove through tenement streets where locals of men, women, and children were be executed and gunned down by mercs brutally. Whether they'd had their hands behind their head or lyied down on the ground, they were instantly murdered with lead to their heart or skull. Some locals were even forced to run off only to be clipped down by mercs aiming their rifles down at the innocents. A reign of terror rising from the ashes of La Paz in a once pieceful country.
"Ha llegado el momento de mostrar nuestra verdadera fuerza. Subestiman nuestra determinación. Demostrar que no los tememos. (The time has come to show our true strength. They underestimate our resolve. Let us show we do not fear them.)"
The driver turned into an alley to take a shortcut to Plaza Murillo. Where a dog barked against a chainlinked fence and a civvie was spraypainting graffited on the brick walls. Then flead as soon as the car approached him. There was also a civvie who peakout out of a dumpster and rehid himself back inside as the vehicle passed.
"¡Como un solo pueblo, liberaremos a nuestros hermanos del yugo de la opresión extranjera! (As one people, we shall free our brethren from the yoke of foreign oppression!)"
The vehicle exited the alleyway and back into normal road. Where more Eterno soldiers marched on the streets and tanks patroled the roads. There was a line up of civilians against a brick wall where mecenaries had rifles locked, loaded, and aimed at them. Bullets kindling out of the barrels and killing the innocents like rabbid dogs.
"Nuestros ejércitos son fuertes, nuestra causa es justa. (Our armies are strong, our cause is just.)"
The car was now approaching the Plaza Murillo. A helicopter was seen approaching and landing on a helipad behind the capital building dropping someone off. Soldiers were lined up between the road in the front courtyard of the building. Igniting gunfire in the air waving the rifles upwards with their fingers tapping the triggers. Soon, the presidential coup would be sufficed within the last minutes of the Bolivian president's life. President Morales felt a churn in his stomach fearing for his death as he was to accept his ignoble fate.
"Mientras hablo, nuestros ejércitos están acercándose a sus objetivos por los cuales restauraremos la independencia de una nación una vez grande. (As I speak, our armies are nearing their objectives by which we will restore the independence of a once great nation.)"
The car stopped in the middle of clamoring gunmen crowding the front of the building. The passenger door opened and mercenary pulled the president out of the car as a dog barked and threw him on the ground. Landing on his back with his wrists still roped together. Then was stomped in the face by the boot of the merc. Rendering him outcold.
"Nuestra noble cruzada ha comenzado. (Our noble crusade has begun.)"
The president was picked up and dragged again by the arms from the mercs escourting the president outcold into the captial building. The president's eyes winced open a little as he saw himself by dragged into the halls of Murillo. His eyes winced again to see trenched figure in front of a corridor of light.
Then his eyes opened another last time to see and older looking man with a scar centered between an eye and wearing a trench coat. The man smiled. And then ordered the mercs to tie him to the death pole centering the inner courtyard ourdoors.
"De la misma manera que echan desechos a nuestro país, desperdiciaremos a los suyos. (Just as they lay waste to our country, we shall lay waste to theirs.)"
Once the president was bound to the pole, he could see the man himself Hugo Alvarez talking on live camera. Alvarez wore a dark blazer and slacks with ray bans for eye wear. He was also bearded with grey hair. About the same age as the man with the scar. Alvarez himself stepped toward the man with the scar who point a gun at him then flipped it aroud so Alvarez would take it by the grip. Then Alvarez walked back to the camera to say his last words in spanish.
"Así es como comienza. (This is how it begins)", the new dictator said.
Soldiers were all chanting in unison speaking spanish as the Eterno warlord named Hugo Alvarez treading slowly towards the demise of Morales's presidency. The president himself breathed heavily in fear. Hyperventalating to his last breath as the bearded man with the ray bans and golden gun in his fingers approaced the now dead president. Crowning himself the new ruler of Bolivia by the push of a trigger.
Morales's last sight was the click of Alvarez's gun and the barrel aimed between the eyes. Then Alvarez presured his finger against the trigger. And then finally...BANG!
My name is Rachel Amber - and this is my story before the end of time.
LIFE IS STRANGE
THE LOST DAUGHTER
Episode 1: Reqium
