Disclaimer: I don't own any part of Life is Strange

Warning: I don't use a beta reader. If I re-read and find things I'll repost it.

Warning 2: It's kind of a Chasefield story.

I am writing this because in the shitty ending to Life is Strange, we see Victoria walking with Max during Chloe's funeral. We all know Vic wasn't a friend to either girl at this point in time in the game, so I wanted to explore why she could be there.

But just so you know, I only saved the game when I got the Pricefield ending, they are my OTP...but if Chloe had to die, I'd like Victoria to have a chance with Max.

Gravity

By Rydia Auften

"Taylor!" The outburst was followed by a deep sigh. Her friend had been rapping on her door trying to coax her out to eat. "I just want to be alone right now so can you just leave!"

"I just want to help you Vic" the girl said softly while trying to hold back her own sobs. It had been a fucked up day at Blackwell, and nobody was immune to that.

Today, a former student was killed in the girls washroom: Chloe Price. What she was doing there was a mystery, but what was known was who her killer was: Victoria's best friend, Nathan Prescott.

She had been in the hallway with other Vortex club members when the gunshot rang. Naturally, the panic set the students into a panic and running for the main door because nobody knew where the sound had originated from. When she got to the foyer, she stopped because she could hear the crying, two voices. One was a female, it was a mournful sound that she could somehow hear through the commotion of everything else. The other sound was the unmistakeable sound of Nathan. He was wailing

"No, I'm sorry please! I didn't mean to, I'm sorry, I'm sorry" over and over.

When Victoria stopped, others stopped too. The girls bathroom door was open, Nathan was holding it open where he sat and rocking himself in his own arms. She went to him as she always had when he was having an episode and that's when she saw the body on the floor. She saw the blood. She saw Max Caulfield scoop the blue haired girl into her arms.

"I'm so sorry" she said softly. Not that it was audible, but the Chase girl thought she could read that on her lips.

The commotion in the hallway became silent as everybody around began to survey the scene to become witnesses to the aftermath of a crime.

"What's going on here" Principal Wells shouted as he came out of his office, but he was also soon silenced as he finally understood how far gone the boy was. He had been expunging Nathan's records of anything but his achievements. Sean Prescott was a terrifying man, he had no doubt the school's benefactor would withdraw his financial support if his only son was shown to be anything but normal and successful. This, and especially in front of the student body, was beyond his power to hide.

Nathan was sitting with the gun in his lap. Victoria was kneeling beside him. She could see what he had done, but she couldn't think of anything else to say when she nervously asked him:

"Nathan...what did you do?"

But she knew he couldn't see her. Sometimes he would disappear so far inside himself that she could only sit near him and wait for him to snap out of it. It had been getting worse since he had stopped taking his meds. Not that he hadn't been self-medicating with other shit, but the ones prescribed to him, he hated the way they made him feel. He said they made him feel out of his own body.

She was surprised when she heard Max speak up. Her face was swollen from crying, but also anger.

"You're a killer Nathan" She said seething. "Tell them! Tell them you killed Chloe."

Somehow he could hear her. He muttered back

"I did it, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to." He was still rocking back and forth, but not as strongly.

"And you hurt people!" Max' voice was louder. "You drug girls to take pictures. You did it to Kate. You did it to Rachel."

"Rachel" the boy said back. His voice was loud and mournful "That wasn't my Fault! Jefferson! He overdosed her. Fuck! Rachel, I'm sorry!"

The scene went something like that. Victoria started to fade out. She knew she should stay and try to do something...anything, but it was too much emotionally. Her best friend was a killer, her favourite teacher had just been implicated in the murder of Rachel Amber whom she had assumed had just run away to become a star somewhere else.

But she wasn't anywhere. Rachel was dead. Chloe Price was dead. The girl she saw get fucked up the night before and make out with strange boys probably was doing it because Nathan had did that to her.

The sounds around her became like an echo and she just walked. She didn't know where her feet were taking her. Nobody followed her and she didn't care. She left the school and followed the path she always took to get back to her dormitory. There were kids outside doing whatever, probably talking about whatever was happening inside the school. She could vaguely hear sirens in the background, how close or far away they were she wasn't sure, but she was already inside the dormitory when they arrived. She went upstairs, down her long hallway and passed by Rachel's old room.

Why did she have to be so perfect? She didn't deserve to die.

She didn't realize she had been standing outside of Rachel's old door for more than a minute. A strong feeling was welling up in her chest. It had started when she first saw Nathan sitting on the floor as the gravity of the situation had struck her. She pushed it back in. It fueled her to keep moving forward, but it was getting harder the closer to her own room she came.

It began as an involuntary sharp release of breath, and when she inhaled again, her lungs took in the air as a merciless shudder as it fell out of her again, this time as a sob.

"No" she cried out, trying to hold in her tear ducts, trying to keep the empty hallway from seeing her break. Her feet hastened the final steps to her door which she had kept unlocked since nobody would dare to enter her room. As she shut and locked the door behind her, the well of emotions burst forth and finally, she let herself cry.