Author's note: Welcome back to LiFS! Today we'll be meeting more of the fifteen, and maybe progressing some plot! Sorry this took so long guys, I'll explain why later, for now let's do this!
Oh yeah, key for later:
"I" Character's thoughts
'I' other person's thoughts
"I" Telepathic Commands...
Disclaimer: I don't own Life is Strange or any of it's affiliates nor do I own many of the OCs here, however I do own the plot of this story
Robbie Burghley was having...an interesting day. He loved the feeling of pummeling the other boy greatly, but he despised the feeling inside him; the one who knew the consequences for hitting the kid.
But boy did it feel good.
As he slammed his fist into the other kid's pig-like nose, he felt blood run across his hands, and gave that angry grin his enemies knew so well.
The other kid tried to retaliate, but, well, let's just put the emphasis on tried.
The kid received a sharp kick to the legs, followed by a snap punch to the gut, finished with a headbutt.
It felt really good.
Not for some sadistic pleasure or anything, it felt good because his life sucked. It always felt good to impose that similar pain on others, especially guys his age.
But there was no time to think further on this as a teacher finally responded to the situation, and roughly grabbed him by his Kit Harrington-inspired hair.
"Burghley! MY OFFICE, NOW!" Shouted the female Headmaster of the school, Mrs. Schultz.
Once he was released he straightened his jacket, fixed his dark-brown hair, and walked to the place he knew so well; the office. He wasn't even greeted by the receptionist as he walked in, just told to go straight to the office.
Mrs. Schultz was an old crone, she had white hair forced into a bun, glasses, and an ugly hawk-like face.
"Before you start." Robbie sighed, sitting on the chair in a blatantly disrespectful manor. "He started it when he insulted my mother."
"I don't really care who started it, I don't even care who finished it, whatever you delinquents do to each other is none of my concern. My problem is that you do it on school grounds, and to make matters worse, you are breaking bones on school grounds! You know who ends up getting the bill for that?!" She paused, but Robbie didn't answer; it was rhetorical. "Me!" She snapped. "The school will get the bill for that kid's nose you probably broke!"
"Ya, ya, ya. Look, can we just get to the part where you punish me?" He asked, glaring. "I have class in-" He checked his phone. "-Now."
"Ugh, your just lucky that I hate talking to you as much as you hate being talked too." She rubbed her eyes. "God, I wish Wells was still alive, he'd have straightened you out by now." She then looked back at him. "Detention, until Wednesday, got it?"
"Got it." Robbie said, before leaving the office for a better area, depending on if you think math class is better.
As he settled into his seat and pulled out his pencil, he felt two taps on the arm, and had a sudden shock.
He saw sudden flashes of his teacher for this class, Mrs. Banker, head to her chair, and slip on a paper some careless student left, causing her to fall and smash her skull on her desk; leaving a large welt.
When the sight fading from his eyes, Robbie jumped as he looked over to the person who'd tapped him.
"You saw that too right?" Was his immediate reaction, and the kid, looking scared as he felt, nodded. Both then looked over at Mrs. Banker, who was a foot away from slipping.
"Look out!" Both cried, causing her too look at them, and slide, but not fall, thanks to the paper. "Wah!" She cried, barely catching herself on the desk.
Both teens looked at each-other in shock; they had almost been right, but due to their actions they caused a slight change! "OK, who are you?" Robbie demanded as their teacher got up, flabbergasted.
"S-Sarunas, Sarunas Tyler." He replied, and Robbie took a moment to glance through his attire, dark jeans and and a white shirt, followed by a nice golden necklace.
"Want to explain to me what that was?" He growled.
"I-I-I Don't know! One minute I'm just looking to borrow a pencil and the next I'm seeing things, and apparently you are too." He said, sounding genuinely confused.
"Boys!" Came a snappy voice at the front of the room. "Thank you for stopping me, but that doesn't mean that you two can just sit around all day and chatter, we do have work to do!" Mrs. Banker said, loosing the snappy attitude, and to the blonde woman's satisfaction, the two teens silenced.
But, suddenly, they each had similar visions...
Fire. It burned around them, trees fell over and broke, animals that had been able to escape the initial start fled out of the woods.
Around the two boys were several people, each working desperately to stop the fire. One, a kid of about nineteen years old, just stood there, his eyes glowing brightly..
A woman was clutching her head and turned to the forest, while another was turned to the outskirts of the town doing the same.
Above them an Eagle cawed, and a man shouted, unintelligibly...
The two teens were suddenly shook out of the dream-like vision by a sudden ringing-someone's phone was going off.
Sarunas gasped, terrified of the horrid vision.
Robbie let loose a string of expletives under his breath, equally frightened by the sudden sight of the flaming forest.
The two boys looked at each other once more as their teacher leapt on the person who'd forgotten to turn off their phone, and an unspoken agreement passed between them; whatever was going on they would find the answer too, even if it meant they had to do both of them's least favorite thing. Socialize.
Lillian, after school.
Usually she'd be having a laugh at some poor ugly chick, chatting with friends, or grabbing a drink right now, but, thanks to a headache worse than any hangover had ever given her, all she wanted to do was get home.
Lilian sighed and rubbed her temples as she came to a stop in front of the light, her soft brown hair being forcefully moved to get a better position for rubbing.
Once the light turned green she gunned it, allowing her sweet cherry colored convertible to race down the road, and causing her things for softball in the back to roll and slam into the back, hard.
She glared as some jerk cut her off, and honked the horn, followed by passing him and giving a rather rude gesture with her middle finger.
She continued down the road until she came upon her lower-high class house (some other family had bought the only other mansion in this hick town, and the Prescotts lived in the other one), she pulled into the driveway and closed the roof before exiting the vehicle. She stormed into her house, putting her sunglasses into her purse and pulling her keys from the same bag.
She unlocked the door and entered, and was greeted with silence, good. Her head was not ready to hear anything.
She stormed up the stairs into her room and flopped into her bed. And finally, she shut her eyes.
'Get off my back already, woman!' Came a sudden male voice.
Lilian's eyes snapped open, and she sat up, her eyes simultaneously locking on to her bat which sat in her closet. "That's strange, it didn't sound like an intruder, sounded like a sad old man..." She thought, quietly standing up and grabbing the metal bat. "Whoever had the balls to break into my house is soon to be lacking a pair." She thought maliciously, and giving a smirk.
She leaned against the wall of her room and closed her eyes, readying herself to attack.
'Go say hi to the neighbors she says, be friendly she says.' His voice continued, and Lilian realized that the voice wasn't coming from inside the house. It was coming from inside her
'Alright, ring the doorbell, say hi, leave, all I need to do.' He said once Lilian closed her eyes again.
"Oh my God." She whispered, her brown eyes widening in genuine surprise. Then they refocused as the doorbell ring. "Let me see." She whispered, closing her eyes once more...
'Come on, lady, I'm trying to not stay on the couch tonight, hurry i-!' He demanded.
Lilian quickly peeked out her window and saw he wasn't talking, even though he should have been to finish his sentence.
"I can." She said, grinning evilly. "I can read his thoughts, let's see if I can.." She trailed off, and closed her eyes, focusing intensely on the man she knew to be below her.
"Turn around and walk away, no one is home right now." She thought intensely, deeply focusing on the man's mind.
'No one is home right now...' She heard her command reverberate through the guys skull, and she peeked her eye open and saw him walking away.
"Yes!" She laughed, pounding her fist into the air with evil joy. "I'm, like, telekathic or something!" She said, before pausing and frowning. "Something tells me that's not the word for it, I'll need to ask one of those nerds at school for information, and cool ways to use my powers." She recalled seeing a cover for a comic book once where this redhead was controlling the mind of some guys, and thought that maybe a nerd would have a cool way for her to use her powers.
Then she grinned evilly. "Imagine the dirt I can get on people with this.." Her grin died down into a smirk, yet held the same, if not more, evil. "Imagine what I can do with this."
Johnny
He sighed as he took a puff from his blunt, enjoying the very calming high.
On the TV his copy of Doctor Strange played loudly, though the drugged up skater only saw bright colors and other weird things from the movie, punctuated by brief moments of action.
He stuffed his hands into the pockets of his white hoodie and laid back further onto the Lazy-boy, just enjoying the high.
Johnny grinned widely for a few more moments, before he suddenly began to feel weird. Er, I mean, weirder than he usually felt while high. He opened his eyes and glanced at the TV. And to his surprise it was frozen on Benedict Cumberbatch's face, he seemed to be casting a spell.
"Whoa, now that's trippy bra." He whispered rubbing his eyes and staring harder at it.
Once he did he noticed how it was slowly moving, not entirely paused. Then he glanced up to the clock above the TV, and saw the second hand moving extremely slowly. "Whoa, that shouldn't be happening, even when I'm so baked." He stood up, and accidentally dropped his blunt in the process, he then watched it fall at an incredibly slow pace.
"What?" He asked, stretching the word out loudly. He then bent over to pluck the stick of grass. Once his fingers pinched it, he began to pull up, but felt the blunt be as heavy as his coffee table. With a pair of wide eyes, he slowly lifted the stick of marijuana.
"What did that guy give me? Because I've used Mary-Jane before, and this isn't normal." He whispered as he pushed the blunt above his head, and watched it start to fall.
He frowned and had a sudden, dark, thought. "What if this is permanent?" And just like that, things went back to normal speed.
He blinked, before picking up the blunt, and hurling it across the room. And noticed that 'normal' wasn't exactly the correct word. Now things were going faster! On the TV it sounded like he was listening to Nightcore, and the blunt, when it struck the wall, was left embedded in it. "Uh, oh, what's going on now?" He asked allowed.
"Um." He lifted a hand. "Could we not do this right now?" He asked, and finally, finally, everything went back to normal.
He blinked again, his pinkish-colored eyes taking in the situation. "What? WHAT!" He demanded, rather comically, as he saw that thew blunt was embedded deep within his wall.
He jumped as there were three taps on the door. He walked over to answer it and pulled open the door.
Standing there was a rather gruff-looking man who was wearing blue jeans, a black shirt and belt, and a red leather trench coat.
"So, I'll just get straight to the point." He said. "My name is Shaun Morrow, and I'm looking for people like me, so tell me." He looked at Johnny's face with a strange intensity. "Have you noticed anything weird happening recently?" He asked.
"Uh, actually yeah." He said, rubbing his nose with his thumb and forefinger and sniffing.
"Great, can I come inside, we may have something to talk about, that is, if your not so high that you imagined it." He said.
"That obvious, huh?" Johnny asked, letting Shaun in.
"Let's just say your lucky I wasn't a cop." Shaun said, entering. As they entered the living room, Shaun took note of the blunt that was stabbed into the wall.
"I;m going to go with, Super-Strength, am I right?" He asked, sitting down on Johnny's couch.
"Try everything being super-slow." Johnny said, giving a soft grin.
"OK, explain to me what happened, leave nothing out." Shaun commanded.
"Well..."
Author's note: Guys, I'll be honest, I dropped the ball on this one. I was trying desperately to update all of my main stories, and unfortunately LiFS got shafted to the bottom of the to do list, so I'm sorry for that. In other news, how'd you like the story? What do you think of the new characters? What do you think of Lillian and Robbie and Sarunas and Johnny? Tell me in the reviews! Speaking of which...
To all that gave compliments last time/reminded me to write the story: Thanks! It really helped me!
so hard to choose usernames: Eagle Vision was not what I thought it was, I kind of assumed he'd had super good vision but I like this version a lot more than my thoughts. It's interesting, does the Gold stand for people with powers or people that have both powers and good intentions? I'm interested in Shaun's power.
Huh, I like Caroline. She has a cat with an ironic name and she loves tea. I can't wait to read about her discovering her abilities and how she reacts to everything that's going to happen to her. Poor girl, but can't wait for more on her :)
As for the villain, the killing was brutal but her method was ... different. She stayed at their house for a couple of days and she calls herself the Liberator. I'm interested in her backstory and why she decided to start killing people.
Can't wait for the next chapter and to learn more about these characters.
Me: For Shaun's powers, Gold represents people with powers while yellow represents people with good intentions, there are other colors too, but I bet you could figure those out. As for Andrea's backstory...I think I have someone who she'll share that private information with so you'll get your answer soon.
Guest(like, five I think): Will Max be appearing?
Me: Hehehehe...Maybe
LostValkyrie: The only criticism I have is that I feel the interactions to these characters are short, but that is only due to the amount being introduced in 1 chapter.
Me: Sorry, I'm not the best with dialouge and such between characters, I'll work harder next time!
TheDreamSketchCrew: Well, boys, it's time to wait another week! Cause we're back at it again!
Personally, I couldn't find anything wrong with the chapter other than the musical themes being a tad pointless now. I mean, if we're just told to select a song randomly for ourselves after half of us made them for private descriptions or a battle theme then I don't think we as the readers should be given that choice. After all, someone is just going to end up as a headbanger during all the romantic, tragic or dramatic scenes, screaming out to "METAL!" every five minutes. I mean, I'd do that as someone like Caroline takes her cat for a walk and then it randomly mauls and scratches someone's face off, like yeah that's cool, but not the point. I'd do that exact same thing as my character was abruptly shot then backed over by a car and ran over again, but then I wouldn't be listening to anyone else's song.
You should pick whatever you find fitting since you're the author, cult leader and can basically just have your say and put the name of the song between the same lines of the scene that you want it in.
Me: I completely understand, I just wanted to give you guys the songs to describe them, the battle songs came in as a help to me, so I know what to listen to when they fight. The description songs are for you guys to use to help describe the characters during their intro sequences.
Also I'm a cult leader, eh? OK, I'm telling you guys now, don't drink the punch until I'm ready, I'll tell you when that is. ;)
Rougeification: A great update! I love how we get a massive juxtaposition between the two women, Caroline and Andrea. Really great contrast.
Caroline seems like a sweetheart. I loved the little bit with her cat giving a 'forgiving mew'. Made me chuckle a tad.
Shaun - he seems to be having difficulty with his power. It's good to see that not everyone has an immediate control over it like Max does in the game. It makes sense it would take time to learn it. I also love that he's not a student - I'd like to see where he works though - and I wonder who the two gold figures were.
Andrea - She's... well, she's definitely not boring. It's refreshing to see an intelligent psychopath. I have an inkling she's related to Caroline's dream.
All in all, a great start! All I'd ask for is slightly longer Perspectives. Maybe narrowing it down to 2 a chapter, or something like that? I felt like there was so much to know about these characters, and we didn't get enough time with them
Then again, I could just be impatient.
Keep up the great work!
Me: Thanks for the input. I'm glad you enjoyed Caroline and Rats' interaction, their definitely going to happen more often!
As for Shaun my boy, his powers are a bit more jarring than Max's, meaning that he'd hold less sway over them immediately, but everyone is going to have a different level of control over their powers, like how Lilian figured out how to command minds so fast. As for where Shaun works...we'll probably visit there soon, he is gathering his own X-Men after all, and every hero team needs a base... The two gold figures were implied to be Caroline and Robbie, as we met with Robbie at the beginning of this chapter.
Andrea will never get boring, such a character is my specialty, creating them is always a fun task for me. Even though she will soon grow as a character, she'll never loose that insane vibe.
TheDreamSketchCrew(Chapter 1): Anyway, my personal question is if my character related to this Landon Winters and what that entails?
Me: No, they aren't related, I just made up a name on the spot, and Winters was just what came to mind first.
Well, that should be all so
Until Next Time True Readers!