© January 30, 2015 Life Is Strange

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Changes Made: Changes made to story line content are minor. The author's alternated universes ideas are integrated are into the original concept of Life Is Strange. Time power is used, as is character foundation, but the fanfiction author(s) will select alternate routes, types of powers the OC's receive and if desired, modification of powers mentioned throughout the story lines created.

Type: One-Shot

Warning: Don't read if you don't agree with straight friendship romance. Characters used in this story are not homosexual or bisexual. They are straight.

Warning: Different Routesdifferent reading experiences!

Life Is Strange fanfiction, Chosen, is a story written based off the game with the same features and similar dialog, setting and actions from main characters both from Before The Storm and Life Is Strange. Readers have the choice to choose between Wise and Reckless. These two options are here for the reader to decide what he or she would prefer to see. What the reader decides to invest into will show the consequences throughout the fanfiction. Wise and Reckless choices are actions and decisions from the main protagonist and other characters connected to the main protagonist. Depending on what route you read, your experience will impact the past, present and future.

Monday, October 7th

Chloe pulled her truck into Blackwell Academy's parking lot and did something David would scold her over later if he caught her doing it. Turing her truck at the end of a row, Chloe took up not one, but two parking spaces and wasn't the least bit concerned if it was going to be inconvenient for someone else later. Quite frankly there was only one thing on Chloe's mind at the moment and would forever be on her mind until physical proof of some kind surfaced and made itself known.

Rachel Amber.

Rachel was Chloe's world. Ever since Max had moved away and for whatever the reason, decided to cut Chloe out of her life, Chloe decided two could play that game. She plunged herself into rebellion and later on, met and became friends with Rachel for all the wrong and right reasons. How she could just suddenly up and disappear without a word threw Chloe for a loop but in spite of not understanding Rachel's reasons to leave Arcadia Bay, assuming that's exactly what she had done, Chloe had already made up her mind to search for Rachel, with or without the help of the police, with or without moral support from her family and distant friends.

"I hope you're okay Rachel." Chloe whispered to herself, reaching over and grabbing a small stack of "missing" posters she had made herself and printed off. "Don't worry Rachel. I haven't forgotten about you. Your parents might have, this town clearly doesn't give two figs anymore, but I won't stop. Not until..." Chloe trailed off and ran the tips of her fingers over the surface of the stack of papers, shuddering at the mental assumption of what could have happened to Rachel. Nowhere close to wanting to entertain such thoughts, Chloe gave her head a firm shake, grabbed the stack of papers, tucked them under her arm and hopped out of her truck. "Not until I find you. Period." Chloe muttered to herself as she sauntered lazily out of the parking lot, up the stairs and towards the entrance doors to the school building.

Chloe stepped inside along with a crowd of students a moment later, completely self-absorbed in her mission and choosing to block out everyone swarming around her for the moment.

David's not around. Good. That'll make my job easier. I don't see Principal Wells either. Chloe reached in her leather jacket's pocket and withdrew some Scotch's poster tape and gradually began to scope the area to determine where to hang the fliers. "Hmm, I think I'll put a few on the doors in the hallway, one on the pop machine and..." Chloe caught herself and stiffened catching sight of David coming around the corner. "Crap!"

Turning bluntly on her heel, Chloe made a break for the girl's restroom, roughly bumping a few students as she did so. She ignored their offended glares and shaking of heads and not once did it cross her mind to stop and say she was sorry. Too much work. Besides, if David caught her she'd be up the creek without a paddle and those two were already bucking heads and at each others throat enough as it was. The less Chloe had to deal with David, the less David would rage which would mean her mother wouldn't jump her but all of those minor details to the side, Chloe simply didn't want to get caught so she could keep putting posters up on campus.

"This wasn't exactly my first choice for poster pinning but I'm not going to risk getting caught and asked to leave again. Ugh. Now I actually regret getting expelled." Chloe surveyed the bathroom with hawk-like intensity as her eyes slanted in thought. "So, I guess this smelly dump will have to do. Now where to put these?"

Chloe took her time as she passed each stall and took a moment to think about where to hang a poster.

"Hmm." Chloe hummed softly, eyes searching the small space curiously. "I think this spot will do nicely."

Chloe had just stepped around the corner of the last stall and was making preparations to tape a poster on the side wall of that same stall when a blue jay flew through the half-cracked window and landed on the yellow mop bucket beside her. Chloe froze instinctively, knowing that any sudden movement would spook the timid creature. At first, Chloe stayed put and observed the bird, silently wondering why it wasn't reacting in fear or flapping its wings around widely in complaint of her standing there.

Whoa. That blue jay is so weird. Am I high or what? That thing literally looks like it's glowing. Can... Can animals do that?

The blue jay made perfect eye contact with Chloe and remained perched on the handle of the mop bucket. Every few seconds, it would cock its head and increase its stare. Chloe didn't know how to react to the blue jay nor was she able to keep clam under its cool gaze.

It's just... staring at me. Why? Why is it looking at me like that? It's almost like it's trying to tell me something. Chloe carefully reached under her armpit, grabbed her posters, then bent over so she could place them neatly on the ground near the mop bucket.

As she rose up, the blue jay decided to flap its wings fiercely but never did it break its stare with Chloe. Chloe of course, was completely dumbfounded at the blue jay's behavior and silently continued to stand there, forever lost to its mesmerizing features and the powerful flapping of its majestic wings.

"This is too cool to pass up. I'm not one for photos but I want to snap this bird."

Hoping the blue jay would stay still a little while longer, Chloe reached in her pack jean's pocket and withdrew her smart phone. It took her few seconds to get the right angle but once she did, she snapped the blue jay and saved the image to her smart phone. Content, Chloe tucked her smart phone away and started to bend down to gather up her posters when she heard the door to the girl's bathroom open and the sounds of angry footsteps strike the tiled floor. Like a ninja, she quietly pressed her back against the stall's wall and carefully inched towards the end of the stall, not sure what to expect or who to see. The blue jay in the background remained put on the mop bucket's handle, its black beady eyes pinned on Chloe specifically and nothing else.

"It's cool Nathan. Don't stress... you're okay bro. Just count to three."

Chloe ever so slowly peered around the side of the stall wall hearing a familiar voice fill the room. Sure enough, when she stretched her neck far enough, she caught sight of none other than Nathan Prescott.

Nathan?! Chloe thought, eyes widening in shock.

Mortified and overcome with panic, Chloe whipped her head back around and kept her hands firmly pressed on the stall wall for leverage support. It took everything in Chloe not to exhale hard through her nostrils and keep her breathing quiet and concealed, for she did not wish to be discovered by Nathan. But the more she listened to him mumble to himself, the more her mouth sagged in worry.

What is that punk doing in the girl's bathroom?! Dude I know he has some issues but this is just awkward. Even for me.

Chloe didn't want to keep spying on Nathan, but she was seriously having a hard time digesting what was happening. Minding her body movements, Chloe peeked back around the stall and cautiously took in Nathan's appearance. For a kid who was well off and could have everything at a snap of a finger, Nathan looked paler than usual and his overall behavior was jittery and nervous. It was almost like he was scared. Of what, Chloe did not know. But the way he paced around and breathed heavily made Chloe feel really uneasy and all at once, she wished that she hadn't walked into the girl's bathroom and had gotten caught by David instead.

"Don't be scared." Nathan told himself as he stepped toward the white sink and took hold of its edges. "You own this school. If I wanted, I could blow it up. You're the boss."

In the midst of her observation, Chloe's eyebrows shot up and her eyes went from narrow to wide seeing the bathroom door open a second time and a person step inside that she thought she'd never ever see again. There, with a shaken expression on her freckled face, stood Max Caulfield. The one and only, with what appeared to be camera bag strapped over her shoulder.

"Max...?" Chloe physically formed Max's name but was smart enough to not vocalize it.

"So what did you want to talk to me about?"

Max had no idea what Nathan Prescott would possibly want to discuss with her. Apart from what might have happened last night at the Vortex Club party. Which for the record, she wanted to have no part of. But no, she trying to be the good friend and fit in with the big kids, gave into Dana's begging to go. And the only reason Dana pushed her, was because Hayden was dying to see Dana go to one of their parties and her, evidently. To this day, Max couldn't figure out why Hayden pressured Dana into talking her into going to a party. It was odd and made no sense to Max but for the sake of her struggling popularity, for the sake of her own reputation, Max caved and wound up going to the gathering.

The party for the most part was okay if you want to count strip teasing, hookah weed pipes and wine coolers as the main attraction, then yeah, the party was a blast. By Max's standards, it was awful, cramped, too loud and not worth forcing herself to go. However, it was at that same party Max, being the curious child that she is, stumbled across something Nathan was doing with a tall, shady man who had a dog with him. What they passed in small bags between themselves was clearly drugs but Max wouldn't of thought witnessing a mere drug deal exchange would get her in trouble with Nathan or invited to talk to him in the girl's restroom.

Does this have something to do with... what happened last night? Max's eyes narrowed. Because if so, I really don't want to be here.

As if Nathan could read Max's mind, Nathan let go of the sink and used one hand to reach inside his jersey's pocket. At first Max thought he was going to pay her off, like most desperate caught drug dealers attempt to do but then Max realized too late that it wasn't money Nathan had pulled out of his pocket, but a 9mm... and he was aiming it directly at her face. Max put her hands over her mouth and gasped, completely frozen by the uprising fear swelling in her chest. Chloe was stunned mute and just like Max, couldn't seem to get herself to speak up, hit the stall wall to create a distraction, etc. Nothing came to mind. Only Nathan and the silver gun he was pointing at Max.

"Listen here wench. What you saw last night, you're going to forget as of right now. Got it? You don't tell the principal, your peers, the police, your parents, nobody! Or I'll destroy you!"

Max trembled in place and through no fault of her own, physically started to back away from Nathan, hands moving away from her mouth and towards the door handle behind her. This action upset Nathan. Fearing she was going to make a break for it and run her mouth, Nathan stormed up to Max and Max stopped trying to escape. She held her ground then found herself abruptly shoved against the wall near the bathroom door as Nathan used his slightly towering frame to trap her against it. Max eyes widened when Nathan leaned forward so they were nose-to-nose and felt him roughly push the barrel of the gun up under her rib cage.

"N-Nathan stop. I haven't told anyone about what happened, o-okay? But you need to put the gun down before you do something you'll regret." Max tried to sound calm, but she wasn't sure she was doing such a good job at it.

Nathan's commanding presence, with a gun intact, was very dazzling and tore Max's nerves all to pieces. Nathan was far too blinded by his unstable emotions to care. He disregarded the breaking in Max's voice, overlooked how tears were forming in her scared eyes and just kept on threatening her.

"You're so nosy Max! You couldn't leave well enough alone could you?! You just had to go out back behind the school and find us. Nobody... nobody would even miss your geeky stupid face, would they?!" Nathan growled, his voice low and quite dangerous.

All the more reason for Chloe to react and do something but she was right there with Max. Scared, and paralyzed with fear of what Nathan was going to do.

"I said I wasn't going to tell anybody. You really need to put the gun down and get help Nathan because I promise you, if you don't you're going to get into more trouble over this than some stupid drug deal, so just-"

"Shut up!"

Max balked at the abrasive tone came out of Nathan's mouth and she stood there, pinned to the wall listening to how he felt about her and her alone but even in middle hearing the verbal abuse come from him, Max tried her best to reason with Nathan. Max trying to help him calm down and gently encourage him to seek professional help did nothing for Nathan. In fact, it only made him want to shoot her more... so that's exactly what he did.

"I don't answer to you Max! And you know what? No one else should have to answer to you either. I'll be doing Blackwell a favor getting rid of a pest like you!"

"Get that gun away from me! Nat-"

Max was brutally cut off by the sound of the gun going off in her ear and the feeling of hot, metallic fire forcing its way into her heart. The sensitive organ was already freaking out because of stress, now it had a bullet inside of it that was still spinning around in place, marking its presence and increasing damage along the way. It was during that brief moment as Nathan stepped back and thrust his gun to the side Max slowly began to slide down to the floor, grabbing at her bleeding chest when she saw a girl with blue, defined hair in a black leather jacket burst around the corner of the last stall, one arm outstretched, and fingers parted in desperation as a big, loud cry burst out of her mouth, and sounded throughout the entire space.

"Max! No!"

Chloe sat still, blinking rapidly, hands gripping the steering wheel in the exact same position from before. Seeing her best friend get shot, Chloe didn't notice the tears streaming down her face or the small quivering of her chin. When the initial shock wore off, Chloe reached up and covered her face with her hands, trying to take everything in. How could that be? She had already done this action. Twenty minutes ago, to be exact, so why wasn't she in the bathroom?

"Whoa! What the what?!" Chloe pulled her beanie cap off and sunk her nails into her hair, struggling to understand and make sense of the situation. "What is going on?"

Chloe doubled over, suddenly dangerously nauseous to her stomach but knowing full well it was just her nerves and the slow reality of realizing that she somehow, someway, rewound time. That by itself was enough to make her scream and have an emotional break down right there in the parking lot.

"Okay. Calm down Chloe. I'm not losing it, I'm perfectly sane and..." Trailing off, Chloe dared to straighten up and glance out her window just to see if the same cars were present and the same group of students lounging outside were getting up to head inside because a few minutes from now, the bell for their classes was going to ring.

Chloe's stomach lurched seeing the cars, but she almost definitely hurled when she spotted each and every student scatter like ants and head for the front doors when the bell rang loud and signalized its purpose.

"Crap."

Convinced she was either messed up from too much weed or truly could rewind time, Chloe grabbed her beanie, put it on, left her posters on the seat, rushed out of the truck and ran into the school. She passed the same students all over again and made sure not to apologize if she bumped again but not for the same reasons as before. Chloe was solely focused on testing something and if her theory was right, time was everything and every second she wasted doing other things, something else was going happen elsewhere. This much Chloe was putting together and if possible, wanted to counter. Max was in danger and Chloe was the only in the entire building who knew that, therefore she was the only one who could help Max if her theory was correct.

"Come on, come on. Come on David, where are you?"

Chloe glanced around and for the first moment in their history, openly wanted David to hound on her and purposely stopped in the very spot she remembered seeing David roll around the corner. Sure enough, ten seconds later, David made his rounds and headed in Chloe's direction. Instead of freaking and running to the girl's bathroom like before, Chloe remained put and let David see her. Naturally, when David's eyes rested on his step-daughter, his firm expression darkened.

"Chloe!" David barked. "What are you doing here? Are you causing trouble again?!" David demanded, walking powerfully over to Chloe.

Unfazed by his anger, Chloe stood there and waited for him to draw closer.

"For crying out loud how many times do I have to tell you. Stay off school grounds. You were expelled!"

Just having David come towards her and rant was more than enough proof. The bigger test of faith was raising the same arm and doing whatever it was that got her back in her truck.

"Here goes nothing."

Just as David was about to grab Chloe by her shoulders, Chloe closed her eyes and waited and waited some more. When she dared to crack one eye open, she was right back in her truck in the park lot for the third time that day.

"Amaze balls." Chloe whispered, breathless at what had just transpired in a matter of minutes or was it seconds?

Chloe couldn't quite tell. One thing she knew for sure is, she needed to take a moment to absorb what was happening. Releasing a shaky breath, Chloe let go of the steering wheel and eased back into her seat. It wasn't even a full minute later, Chloe leaned forward with her hand on the door handle of her truck.

"I have super powers. I, Chloe Price, have magical power, and I'm gonna use it to save Max!"

Chloe had every right to be cross with Max for bailing on her for five years. It bothered Chloe to find out that Max had been home for God knows how long and still didn't bother to pick up the phone or send her a text, but you know what? Screw it. She could yell at Max and make her feel two millimeters tall after she got out of the truck and saved her from Nathan.