Hello, welcome to my first fanfiction here!
SPOILER Alert (is this necessary? I don't know, I'll just put it here...): Story of LiS will be mentioned, only read after playing(or watching) Life is Strange :3
While I was playing Polarized (to be more specific, the nightmare), I suddenly got an idea, and then I thought: why not make a story out of it?
The first chapters will be nearly just recap of ep5, but after these, my littly alternate ending will play in... Hope you'll stay until there :)
This won't focus on romance, just an alternate ending.
Disclaimer: I don't own Life is Strange (but I have it on Steam :'D)
"I've got your back, Max."
Whoa! As I regain consciousness, I already know where I am.
"Alfred Hitchcock called them 'little pieces of time', but he could be talking..."
I'm back in class, what the hell? On top of that, I have to listen to this lecture again... This might be hell. But why? Did I actually fuck up time!? Everything seems normal. All of the students are here, Mr. Jefferson in front of us all.
"Can you give me an example of a photographer...?" As Mr. Jefferson continues his lecture, I notice how Stella drops her pen, and how Victoria's phone rings, just like the first time I experienced this situation. Okay, this is totally messed up. Am I stuck in a time loop? Be calm and don't freak out...yet. I remember thinking something similar after rewinding for the first time and finding out about my power. Feels like years ago. Suddenly I hear a smashing sound. As I notice, where this is coming from, I don't know what to say. More and more birds are smashing against the windows, slowly but surely painting the whole sight red with their blood. Wait, what's going on? Nobody even cares!?
"Seriously though, I could frame any one of you in a dark corner and capture you in a moment of desperation..."
I don't have to hear that again, I already learnt it myself. The others are just listening to Mr. Jefferson's words, not even noticing anything. What is wrong with this world? Did I destroy time somehow? No, I don't think so; there must be a way to- The bell rings, and what? Everyone is gone now... Without a sound or something, they disappeared! Have I totally fucked up time? This doesn't make any sense.
I look around the classroom. Everything is different. I walk towards Kate's seat, and there's a graffiti where she disappeared right now, reading 'I WANT TO DIE' in big white letters, over and over again. You didn't die, Kate. You're alive - at least in the 'normal' world ... Maybe I'm able to save her in this fucked up reality, too? I notice the paper ball, and when I open it, I get chills on my whole body.
'If you're reading this, it means you're DEAD. Mr. Jefferson, xoxo'
What is this bullshit! I throw it away. I'm not dead, am I? I'm not so sure anymore. I look around, and decide to check the computer. I gasp, when I see what's on the screen: The picture which Mr Jefferson took of me in the darkroom! That's to creepy... Speaking of photos of me, did all these posters change to photos of me!?
That's me? Are you kidding!? I stare at the Pop Vine magazine, which has me on the cover, captured by Mark Jefferson. On our class picture, everyone's eyes were replaced by holes. I can't believe it! Another magazine, where I'm posing for Jefferson, only wearing a bikini top. This is definitely not for reals. There's the graffiti I photographed the first time I was in this lecture. As I look at it, it changes from Rachel Amber, to Chloe Price and even to my name! I- I have to get going, or I'll never find a way out of this hell.
As I head towards the door, I stop to look at the changed Everyday heroes contest poster. 'Everyday Zeroes'. And my face again. 'Is Max Caulfield a Loser?' I'm not going to take the bait...I'm not.
'Does she hurt everybody she helps? YES! Max has already won since she has already lost, so don't bother to enter.'
Is this supposed to be funny? I don't want to understand this world anymore, but I have to... somehow. When I want to leave the classroom, the only one left, the monster in disguise, stops me.
"I see you Max Caulfield; don't even think about leaving here until we talk about your entry."
Shit... Mr. Jefferson. I want to go outside the classroom, but he turns to me, and somehow I'm forced to speak with him.
"I just wanted to know, if you'd like to spend the rest of your life in the dark room with me."
Hell no, as if I could stay in the same room with you, you perverted murderer!
"Your purity inspires me... And we could be so happy together..." Obviously no!
"Who needs selfies, when I could give you portraiture?" Sure, if you weren't a psycho!
"My selfies are shit… I need to be framed by a real artist. I'm just a poser… "
Did, did I just say that? But, but, why, I wanted to- "Yes, you will be posing…for me. There's so many angles I want to expose you with to the world…"
No, no, just stop talking – "I hope you don't mind needles or duct tape."
I DO mind, and I will never ever again pose for you sick bastard!
"Well, I'm glad to hear this from you, Max. We're gonna have a session right after school, in my darkroom."
No! Why can't I say the things I want to? I hate you, you fucking psycho, I would never –
"I like to think of it as...our dark room."
Why is this coming out from my mouth!? Why do I have no control of my body right now, everything moves on its own, doing the exact opposite I want to do.
"It's the only place I truly feel safe and protected from the storm."
There's no place in hell where I could feel more unsafe!
"Of course, Max. I can capture you over and over... You can be my model for life... And death. We are going to be so happy together, just make sure to stay pure... I won't like it of you get dirty like Rachel or Chloe."
His grin is creeping me out; I hope this conversation ends soon, especially since I don't have any control of it, not even of myself.
"Oh, speaking of which, it's about time somebody finally killed Chloe… Think of how often that bitch almost got me killed.
It's like you're doing both of us an awesome favor."
What the fuck!? How could I ever say these words? And with such a tone! This is definitely not me. This can't be real. What the hell is this nightmarish world? Well, it's right, that I almost got killed sometimes, but as long as I can rewind, and I can save her, there's no problem with that.
"Chloe can never appreciate you the way I will…Maxine – And yes, I insist on calling you Maxine…forever."
I cringe at hearing my full name. I hate it. I don't want to be called like that ever again. And Chloe does care about me! Nobody understands her like me. And she understands me.
"I've been dreaming of the day when you would speak to me like that and finally tell me… I love you, Mr. Jefferson."
WHAT? I would never say that. The moment I think, the worst has been said, the next thing comes… Why, why is this happening? My head hurts like crazy, but I can't move away, I can't do anything!
"Call me Mark. We need to play catch-up on all the time we've wasted. Especially since there's nobody left in your life…."
"I love you, too, Max."
Stop this! Right now! Why can't I move or say anything? Wait. Did he just…touch his face, like I do sometimes when I'm talking with someone? This is so fucked up; I don't even know what to say anymore. Luckily, Mr. Jefferson seems to be done speaking and disappeared. This can't be real... I don't believe it.
Sooo, there goes the first chapter, next one will come in a week, I hope...
Hope you enjoyed it!
