Sorry I haven't updated in… years. But, I basically wasn't sure if the ending was going to measure up to the rest of the story. Truth is that I wish I spent more time to actually come up with a better plot, and I've kinda written myself into a corner. Regardless, I'll do my best with it and try my best not to disappoint you all.

It's crazy how many of you followed this story, so I'll try and finish this before the year's out because you've all been so patient and waited so long. Literally, if it wasn't for you guys, I might've just binned this story.

I doubt I'll write a sequel to this story – I may write another story based at the school, but it'll most likely revolve around different classes.

Reviews…

TO ALL – I missed you guys like hell!

W. R. Winters – I didn't really intend for Robbie to replace Chloe. Whereas Chloe's more of an off-beat rebel, I tried to make Robbie more of a popular party-boy. I don't really like featuring main characters too much, because one person might think it's spot-on, and the other will think it's awful.

Fair enough – though, being able to control time is a bit OP, so I'm trying to find ways to limit the powers.

iamgoku – Hope you enjoyed this one! Thanks for all the kind words – they do mean a lot! Nice to know you enjoyed it.

mayurie – Maybe if I had the chance again, I would've included Chloe but another reason not to is because Before The Storm wasn't out when I wrote that, so I didn't really want to contradict the game. Well… not too much.

No Warner Maggie and Octavio in this chapter, but they are in the next one!

legendsofwoe – I'll just hold up my hands and say that's a plothole – I didn't really take into account the whole 'movement is restricted' thing. I saw that as a pure game mechanic. I do get what you mean about Rachel and 'many miles', but I'm not trying to say that Robbie was the exception – Robbie's just one of the many.

So hard to choose usernames – Haha, yeah, I think I forgot to say that in his first chapter. Yeah, Robbie was not the type you'd take home to meet the parents.

Ah, the Q & A thing – yeah, that's still gonna be a thing at the end of this story.

Well, I mean, I know I've changed a hell of a lot since I started writing this story.

No, Robbie didn't change anything. I mean, unless I've missed something that I wrote.

Guest – Thanks buddy! Yeah, I'm actually quite proud of writing their interactions – I'm so happy I was really selective with the cast just because they all work so well together. All you character creators reading this, give yourselves a pat on the back.

ZenoZen– No, not yet. I mean, not finishing this would be more disappointing than any ending I could write, right?

MaximumVictory – Since you asked so nicely…

Guest – Damn, alright, here's another chapter, just don't hurt me!

Also – I'm going to change the name since 'Corvus Lupus' was always intended on being a placeholder. While it does have a special name in my heart, it's time to retire it.

So, here is the latest chapter of 'The Arcadia Phenomenon'.

Hailey: Superposition Prevention

I was furious at Robbie. Scratch that. I was pissed at Robbie.

I know that lots of people my age complain about not being able to trust people, but I wasn't. I'd never really trusted anyone. Not before I met the others with their abilities. And, maybe it was because he grabbed me in front of that car, or maybe it's because he was the first person I met with a power, but I just… I never expected him to use me like that.

It's a hard thing to explain, but I felt tainted. It wasn't like he'd copied my power before. No, it was like he'd leeched off of me. Stolen a part of me. As soon as I teleported to the garage, I felt dirty. Like this power wasn't just mine anymore. There was a time when I would've felt happy about that but now… it was as though he'd stolen something from me.

I walked around the garage, cautious that he wouldn't see me – well, who knew if he would just disappear somewhere? But, Robbie could not see me, he was facing the bonnet of his car, his back to me. On the bonnet of his car, sat a large duffle bag with his jacket stuffed into it. Robbie held a phone to his ear.

"Yeah… on the overlook. Bring your book… See you there."

Robbie took his phone from his ear and placed it in his jeans pocket and leaned against the bonnet of his car.

"Robbie!"

He turned around to look at me. His face was paler than I'd seen it before, with heavy bags under his eyes. I marched up to him and flung my hand across his face. I'd never slapped someone before. I didn't expect my hand to sting that much. Robbie fell against the bonnet of the car, a hand to his cheek.

"I trusted you," I managed to force out the words, "you used me."

"There wasn't time to explain…"

"I can't believe you did this to me." I scoffed. "I thought you were my friend."

"I saw it, Hailey." Robbie removed his hand from his reddening cheek and stood up straight. "I saw it happen."

"Saw what happen?"

"The Rupture- Arcadia Bay be destroyed. I was there, and it happened over and over and over again." Robbie's brow stitched together as his eyes drifted away into the distance. "It's real."

I'd never seen Robbie look this serious. Or speak without forming some sort of insult. The boy in front of me didn't sound like Robbie. He barely looked like him.

"You should've told us," I muttered, holding my elbow close to my stomach. Robbie gave a slow nod.

"You're right, I should've."

I peered over his shoulder at the unzipped brown leather duffle bag.

"Going somewhere?"

"Yeah." Robbie took a step to the side, blocking my view of the bag.

"Where?" I bit my lip, fighting the instinct to smack him again.

"I'm not running away, if that's what you think."

"Then tell me where you're going."

Robbie opened his mouth. Then closed it. He shook his head and scoffed, turning away from me and grabbing the bag. My hand lurched forwards and snatched the handle loosely held by his hand.

"Hailey, give it back," Robbie's voice was low and tarnished by a hint of desperation.

"Tell me where you're going."

"I'm in mood for this. Give it back-" Robbie swung a hand forwards for the bag, but I screwed my eyes shut and opened them to find myself on the other side of the car. Robbie turned around to glare at me. "I'm not playing games with you, Hailey…"

I looked down at the bag and found the grip of a black handgun peeking out from the side of a map. I looked up to Robbie slowly. He dropped his eyes quickly to the floor, his jaw clenched and shoulders seized up.

"Why do you have a gun, Robbie?" Robbie turned away from me with a forceful sigh, ruffling a hand through his hair. "Answer the question, Robbie, why do you have a gun?"

"I need it!"

"After everything that happened. After what happened with Nathan, and now you want to use one-" Robbie spun around, grabbing the handle of his bag and wrenching it away from me.

"I don't want to." Robbie opened the door of his car, throwing his bag behind the driver's seat and leaning against the roof. "Too many people died, Hailey. Chloe… Kate… Rachel." Robbie pushed himself up straight and wiped away the sweat from his forehead.

"We've all lost people, Robbie. But you don't see me holding a gun."

Robbie let out a strangled laugh of frustration and turned away from me. His jean pocket buzzed. He removed his phone and tapped it a few times.

"I need to go."

Robbie climbed into his car and closed the door after him. I fixed my eyes on the seat next to him. I was going with him. I was going to sit in that seat. I let my legs buckle and before I could even close my eyes, I had hit my head on the roof of the car, but I was sitting next to a recoiling Robbie.

"Jesus, Hailey!"

"I'm coming with you."

"Don't do that!"

"Annoying is it?"

"A bit, yes!"

"Good."

Robbie scoffed in response and turned his key over in the ignition, the engine purring and spluttering slightly. We started driving forwards through the town. I couldn't help but stare at everything that made up the Bay. Blackwell Academy, the Two Whales Diner, the abandoned mill in the distance.

I looked over to Robbie, who kept his eyes on the road ahead of him. It wasn't like he didn't notice them. No, it was like he was actively not looking at the people and places that we passed.

"What happens?" Robbie's eyes flickered towards me. "The Rupture. What happens?"

"What do you think?"

"But what causes it? How do we stop it?"

"We?" Robbie glanced away from the road.

"Yes, 'we'." I frowned. "Octavio was right. We've got these gifts for a reason – we can save people with them!"

"What, we're going to put on spandex and start zipping about Arcadia Bay? Stopping diabolical masterminds masquerading as stoners?" He raised an eyebrow. I was pissed at him, no doubt about it, but it was good. There was still a flicker of Robbie somewhere inside this boy.

"We can stop the Rupture. We can save everyone."

"It might not be that simple," Robbie murmured as we left the town, taking the highway my foster dad had driven me down.

"Why not?"

"Because someone we know causes it."

Robbie pulled the car into a layby on an overlook. Leaning against a wooden railing next to the plaque that said 'Arcadia Bay', was Alex Harper with a messenger bag across his chest and a notebook tucked under one arm.

"Why is he here?" I frowned.

"I need him to help me find someone."

"Who? Why?"

Robbie kept both hands on the steering wheel and refused to look at me once again. He reached behind and grabbed the duffle bag, opening it up. I saw the handle of the gun and my throat seized up, gripping all of my breath tightly.

"What's happened to you, Robbie?"

"It's a last resort," he assured me.

"You're acting stupid!" I couldn't keep my voice steady anymore. "We can evacuate the Bay! We can tell the police-"

"Tell them what?" Robbie raised his voice, his face crumpled in frustration. "Tell them we've got these magical abilities?"

"We can show them!"

"We can't…" Robbie grabbed his temples.

"Why not?"

"Because I'm afraid!" Robbie shouted at me, smacking a hand against the steering wheel. "Okay? I'm afraid. And right now," Robbie said, his eyes drifting down to the gun in the bag, "I don't know what to do. So I'm going to talk with my friend."

"I'm your friend, Robbie. Kenna, Maggie – all of the others. You saved me, remember? I still owe you for that."

Robbie kept his hazel eyes on me for a single moment before he opened the door.

"Just stay in the car."

Robbie

Hailey didn't get it. I didn't blame her – I wouldn't have got it if I were her. But this wasn't a possibility, this was a certainty. Arcadia Bay was going to be destroyed. Alex was the only one who understood this. He'd brought the book, and I only assumed there were more in his bag.

"Alex," I called out to him, coughing and clearing my throat.

"You alright?"

"Fine." I waved a hand. "You were right. The Rupture is going to happen."

"When?"

"I was hoping you could tell me…" I looked over my shoulder to see Hailey was still in the car, glaring out of the window. "Abigail causes it."

"Abigail Constantine?" Alex's grey almond eyes widened.

"She's like us." I nodded. "All of us. She can move… well, the ground. She said it happens when she's upset or angry."

"She told you this?"

"Not exactly…"

"So how do we stop her?" Alex paced towards the railing.

"I'm…" I coughed, mainly out embarrassment, "I think that I'm meant to stop her."

"Meant to?" Alex raised an eyebrow. The silver ring on his left hand clinked against the gold crucifix around his neck.

"Look, Alex, I'm not like you." I half-laughed. "I don't believe in… God and fate and stuff like that. But I saw that vision for a reason. I travelled back in time and found out about Abigail for a reason…"

"Rob, hold up, you travelled through time?"

"I don't think we got these abilities for a reason but… well, what if we can give them a reason? If I can copy Abigail's ability, maybe I can stop it…"

"And if you're wrong?"

I looked down to my dufflebag and walked over to a picnic table, placing it down and grabbing the handle of the pistol.

"Rob," Alex put a hand on mine, trying to force the gun back into the bag.

"If we have to."

"Killing is never right!"

"So we're supposed to let her kill everyone else?"

Alex ran a hand against the back of his blonde hair as he walked away, muttering to himself under his breath before turning back to me.

"We can get Abigail out of Arcadia Bay – she can't destroy the town if she's not in the town…"

"Then she can destroy a different town instead?"

"Okay, so we'll…. We'll calm her down. We'll teach her how to control her power-"

"What are the chances of that? I can barely control mine, Kenna can't switch hers off." I took a breath and reached into the bag, pulling out my jacket and tugging it on. "Alex, I don't want to do this anymore than you do. But we're the only ones who really know what's going to happen. If anyone else did this, they'd think it's murder."

Alex glanced to Hailey and then back to me. "Is she going to help?"

"I'm not too sure."

Alex licked his lips. Apart from the gentle breeze, the only sound that could be heard was the clinking of Alex's ring against his crucifix.

"Okay," Alex said finally, "let's go find her." He grabbed my shoulder, "But we don't kill her if we can help it."

"Of course," I reached into my bag, grabbing the map, "I just need to talk to Hailey…" I turned back to the car and found Hailey was no longer there. She had teleported, of course. "Hailey…," I hissed.

"Problem?"

"It's nothing," I turned back to the map. "Where do you think we'll find her?"

"Could be in Blackwell?" Alex placed his book on the table, flipping through various pages of drawings and cursive scribbles.

"No, I asked Victoria. She said Abigail wasn't there?"

"Victoria said that exactly?"

"I'm paraphrasing."

"Two Whales Diner, maybe? Or the Bean Café?" Alex rubbed his chin. "Where would you go if you were upset?"

"To the pub?" I shrugged.

"Funny…."

"I don't know, I'd go somewhere I…" I paused, looking up at the abandoned mill. "I'd go to the mill. It's quiet and… I like it there. It makes me feel… well, it's safe there."

"Quiet and safe," Alex nodded as he re-examined the A3 drawing of the Rupture. His mouth slowly opened as he brought a finger down on the map. "Is that lighthouse in every drawing?"

"The lighthouse?"

Alex began flipping across the pages. Sure enough, in the forefront of every drawing, there was a sketch of the lighthouse that looked out over the Bay.

"You reckon she'll be there?" I asked him.

"Maybe."

"Alright, let's go then."

I waited for Alex to turn his back before I took the handgun out of my bag and shoved it down the back of my jeans as we walked to my car.

Well guys, there's a nice lengthy update for you! I don't know when I'll update next, but it'll be soon…ish? Anyway, let me know what you thought of the chapter. What you think is going to happen, etc etc.

R.