Author's note: Yo my dudes! Welcome back to LiFS! This episode we will be meeting the final character and set up a few more things. Please enjoy.

Disclaimer: I don't own Life is Strange or any of the OCs except my own, I also own the plot of this story.

"So, this is the place, huh?" Shaun said into his phone. He was pulling into a large warehouse building that was, apparently, commonly used during Raves. "Big place? Gross and dilapidated warehouse?" He questioned.

"Yeah, sounds right. Though I'm not sure what you plan to find there, the last Rave was days before my sister disappeared." She said, sounding quite confused. To which Shaun smirked. "Trust me, I find things..." His eyes began to glow softly. "Pretty easily, talk to you later Ally." He said, clicking the phone off.

"Now, let's see..." Several things in the space outside glew a bright white, while a few things inside did so as well. Deciding to start with the outside and work his way in, Shaun first walked over to a large couch.

Sliding on a metalworking glove he quickly dug through the sides of the couch, only finding a few disgusting objects, unfinished blunts, needles, and a, thankfully (for him at least), unused condom. He also found a tube of lipstick, which seemed to glow the whitest.

"This must be something of hers." He said, looking over it. Finding nothing of real interest, he pocketed the lipstick and walked over to the next white object; a small lighter on the ground. It was a flip lighter that had clearly only been used sparingly, it was beautiful object with intricate carvings embedded deep in the black surface. On the back were two initials, L.M.

Upon looking deeper at the initials Shaun had a sudden vision.

Two girls, massive to Shaun, towered over each other. Each were furious, one was screaming at the other however. She was a taller, more athletic girl compared to the one she screamed at. It seemed as though they were at arms over something, a boy perhaps?

No, this was deeper. The taller girl stopped screaming as her expression turned to one of concern, a sarcastic concern of course. It seemed as though she only cared about the girl because of her usefulness to her.

Apparently she said something that clicked with the girl, and she slapped her and ran off. The girl, upon receiving the slap dropped her lighter and stormed on after her.

"The Hell was that?" Shaun asked, grabbing his head and clutching the lighter. "A...vision? Of the past maybe?" As he spoke, there was an Eagle caw from above him, and he heard wings flap as a large Eagle left the area.

"I'm gonna catch that damn thing one day, and I'm gonna demand answers too." He said, shaking his head.

Then he looked back down at the lighter and initials. "But now, I have a lead."

Shaun pulled out his phone and called Ally. She picked up on the second ring.

"Hello? Shaun, what did you find?" She asked, clearly very intrigued.

"Your sis, did she smoke?" He asked.

"What? No! She jumped on a whole anti-smoking bandwagon back in '20, why do you ask?"

"Ok, what was her name? In hindsight I probably should have started with that.." He said, a little embarrassed.

"Calypso Intra. Shaun why are you asking me about this? Did you find anything?" She demanded.

"Ally, we need to talk, in person. I think I may have a lead.." Shaun said, looking back down at the lighter...

Andrea

"Ahh, so much better." She laughed, dusting off her non-dusty hands. The revolting ex-drug house was nicely cleaned...

Well, mostly. She still had to get rid of the disgusting furniture, push in the many rusty nails, and do a sweep to kill any remaining rats. But other than that, the place looked bearable.

She'd thrown the bodies for miles, buried any drugs, both used and unused. Along with other gross items left behind by the dead.

Now all that was left would be to sell or destroy all the furniture and fill the house with something that wouldn't shine when put under a blacklight.

"Hmm, how should I go about it though, no one in their right mind is going to buy all this crap, especially since it's all old and gross." She questioned, heading into the kitchen and opening up the fridge. "Ooh, someone made brownies!" She said, pulling out the plate and pulling off the wrapping.

Upon giving a sniff however, Andrea recoiled. "I probably should have guessed what these were based on my location, but I'm starving right now so I tried to give you the benefit of the doubt." She sighed, opening the window and preparing to toss it outside.

Before frowning, glancing around, and plucking one brownie off the plate before throwing the rest of them outside.

Putting the remaining pot brownie back onto the plate and setting it on the counter, Andrea suddenly tossed her head to the left.

Glaring at the girl that floated softly above the ground, Andrea spoke. "You have no right to judge me, my life is very stressful!" Receiving no response from the spirit, Andrea grit her teeth. "Talk to me, Carrie. Don't do this to me." She demanded in a shaky voice. The spirit again gave no words, only soft glares.

Sparing a glance down at the brownie to confirm that this was a product of her insanity and not the drug. As she thought she hadn't even taken a bite.

Of course she should have known that by herself. "Why are you here, my love?" She asked, walking toward the image. "Everytime you show up.." She retracted her arm that she'd been extending and turned back into a soft, clearly fake, glare. "Something goes wrong in my life."

Again there was no response from the figure.

"Fucking answer me" She growled. "Just once, say something." There was again no response from the vision.

Tears obscured Andrea's vision as she let out an animalistic scream. Finally, the spirit seemed to focus on her, her pale eyes locking with her green ones. There was a strange mixture of disdain and approval in the spirit's eyes.

Andrea could only see the disdain.

"Why do you hate me?!" She roared. "Everything that I've done has been for YOU!" She screamed.

Still, it stared. It's unwavering stare began to burn into her, both reaffirming and damning her beliefs. Slowly, anger built up in the serial killer.

Sending out a sob, Andrea threw her hands forward. "GO AWAY!" She screamed as several objects flew toward the spirit, propelled by her telekinesis.

Slowly the spirit disappeared as it was attacked by anything Andrea could pull.

When it was gone the redhead collapsed, sobbing violently. "No, wait.." She whispered, now regretting her actions. "Please, just talk to me."

The young woman collapsed into vehement sobs, begging for just one word from the now-gone spirit...

Kathrine

Her new group of super-powered besties were quite interesting people. There was Robbie, the boy from last night, he acted like a tough bad boy, but she saw past that pretty easily. Sarunas was a more nervous guy, but he had some level of control. Mace was, to put it bluntly, not her favorite person. Conceited, wasteful, vain. Kathrine found it disgusting. Caroline was none of those things however, she was ditzy, but always faced things with a smile. Speaking of which...

"So you can talk to animals, huh?" Caroline asked, giving her a smile. One Kathrine returned.

"Yeah, I can prove it too!" She said, producing her squirrel from her chest pocket and whispering to it; "Come on, tell me what your thinking."

"I'm thinking that she smells familiar, like a certain cat..." He chittered back, no one else but Kathrine could hear him, which was probably for the best.

"Mr. Nutz says that you smell familiar Caroline, do you have a cat?"

Everyone looked at her intently, even Mace was interested. Which was unusual as she had been preoccupied with something on her mind the whole time and had been extremely fixated on her nails.

"Yeah, let me call him, it's weird that he hasn't been around yet. Usually he loves new people. Oh yeah, Kathrine had nearly forgotten that they were in Caroline's house, which had been deemed the new meeting place for their group, considering that her parents and staff were almost never around.

"I do not!" A pompous and prideful voice said from the living room. "I believe it was that I specifically hate new people, remember when I clawed that guy's arm? Of course you don't. You barely remember what you had for breakfast today." It continued. "Ah but that's why I love you, isn't it? So low maintenance, I don't even have to worry about you getting upset."

Considering that the only one who seemed to notice (since Caroline had started calling for her cat) was her, Kathrine assumed that the voice she was hearing was the cat.

"Hey.." Mr. Nutz said from atop her shoulder. "That voice sounds familiar." The deep-voiced Squirrel said, looking around.

"Hey! Who in the name of Bastet is that?" The cat said, walking into the room.

Suddenly both animals saw each other. Immediately the cat let out a furious hiss, and leapt into a fighting stance. "YOU!" Both yelled.

"Uh, Caroline. I think our animals know each-other." Kathrine said, protecting her Squirrel.

"Know each other? You stupid Human, he's the reason I have this stupid scar! I know you can't hear me, but this is super annoying to have! It ruins my image as a flawless cat!" He growled, moving closer.

"Rats! You be nice to that Squirrel he's not food." Caroline said, grabbing the poor cat by it's scruff and dragging him onto her lap.

"I'm quite bloody aware he's not food! I'd rather eat my own legs then dare let that thing into my mouth!" He said, settling into a comfortable position on his master's lap.

"Yeah, and I'd not want to be in there anyway, whiskers. Smells like fish every time you come near." Nutz stated, looking upset.

"Screw off you filthy Rodent." Rats said, giving a yawn.

"Uh, Caroline, how long has your cat had that scar?" Kathrine asked, pointing to a small scar on Rats' head.

"Oh that? A few days after we moved here, I was getting enrolled, and I wanted to see if I could get Rats to live in a dorm with me, I left him outside and her chased..a...squirrel.." She trailed off looking intently at Kathrine's Squirrel. "Oh My God! That's the Squirrel isn't it?!" She asked, shocked.

Looking at Mr. Nutz for confirmation, he gave a nod. "Yeah, it was pretty funny seeing him collide with that tree after he ate old Mick. Poor guy couldn't get up the tree fast enough. Real shame.." Nutz shook his head.

"Oh please! Old fool had it coming, survival of the fittest." Rats said, yawning.

Shaun hours later

He and Landon stepped forward, they were going to visit Lillian Mikaelson, who, apparently owned the lighter that Shaun had picked up. As affirmed by both Ally and Landon

But first, he needed to pick up some gas...and Johnny (who absolutely demanded to help Shaun out on his mystery) wanted to grab some food while coming down from his high.

So, as one would expect, they stopped at the nearby gas station. "You guys go inside and get your stuff." Shaun commanded as he stepped out. "Landon, I'm sending you in with the money, so don't be upset that I'm forcing you to go in." He said, handing the teen his money.

Landon, granting a small glare, accepted it and entered the store with Johnny.

Cathrine.

Taking her coffee and pulling her jacket over herself, Cathrine was feeling pretty good.

Having discharged from the hospital, all she wanted was a good cup of coffee, even if it was five at night.

Taking a long sip from the steaming cup, she was starting to feel more and more relaxed. She walked across the street, toward a gas station were she could buy a few candy bars, she was starting to crave them.

Ah yes, once she got home she was going to update her fanfic, it had been a month or so since she last updated, and it definitely needed one. She was excited about it to say the least.

Stepping into the gas station, the first thing she noticed was the standoff.

A girl wearing a leather jacket and outfit, along with a biker helmet, had her hand extended outward toward a man with a gun leveled at her face, a small barrier formed around him. To her left, behind the counter was a terrified teenage worker and her former co-worker, Landon, to her right were several shelves, seemingly empty.

"Sir, the police have already been contacted, put your gun down now and give in." The girl commanded.

"S-step away-y from me b-b-bitch! I'll-I'll fucking s-shoot you!" He roared, edging his finger over the trigger.

"Don't try it!" She said, her tone warning.

Cathrine sighed. "God damn it." She whispered. What, was she just going to get sucked into every single one of these guys' adventures until she gave in? Come to think of it, that sounds like something an Anime would do to get a new main character. "That's not happening" She thought to herself, seeing as how she now had every eye on the store on her.

"Can I just get a few candy bars, Landon? I know you can bring them here." She said, taking a sip from her coffee cup. Landon feigned confusion and fright.

Of course, the whole 'secret identity' thing. She didn't care. Stepping forward and rolling her eyes, Cathrine started for the counter. Causing the man to fixate the gun on her.

"F-f-fucking stop!" He roared.

"Dude, your behind a barrier, I'm pretty sure that your threats are as empty as your wallet." She said, grabbing a candy bar and pulling some money from her purse.

The man had finally had enough. "Fuck this!" He screamed, shooting at her from behind the barrier.

The bullet softly reverberated back toward him and slammed him in the arm. Then, a dark haired guy who looked like he was coming off of a high, suddenly appeared and punched the guy in his face. "Yeesh, moving a bullet is hard!" The guy said, before briefly disappearing. Once he came back (almost a split second later) the gunman was going forward, like he'd been punched in the back of the head.

"This better look as cool as I think it is!" He laughed, continuing to repeat the process over and over until the gunman was unconscious.

Dusting his hands off, the man looked at the stunned store. "Uh, can we all agree to not give my face over to the cops or news outlets?" He asked, but Cathrine didn't hear him. She was already out the door.

Sirens wailed in the distance; someone had called the police.

"Hey you! Get in here!" A man's voice yelled, causing her to look back, but he wasn't talking to her. He was talking to the girl in the biker helmet. She watched as three people ran out of the building, and hopped into his car, which pulled off quietly.

Cathrine walked down the street to her apartments, seeing the police rush past her. "This is why I'm not getting involved." She said, taking another sip of coffee.

Then, she went home.

Author's note: Well, that took pretty long. Sorry about that guys. Between the creation of Monitale (which I highly recommend if your both a Doki Doki and Undertale fan, and especially if your a hardcore Monika fan, just Monika am I right?), and my personal life, this took a lot longer than I intended. This actually was supposed to come out on like February 27th or something like that.

Iamgoku: Huh, I can't believe I missed a chapter ( just went back and read chapter 6 )

Chapter 7 was great, you had some really cool scenes, and some more questions raised

Andrea going pyscho Carrie white on that drug addict

Inori should maybe try a smaller vehicle XD

(has Shaun found a soul mate? That eagle pin though, are they connected in some way?)

Katherine and her squirrel are squad goals at this point

And due to me currently playing through AC Origins, I couldn't get the idea out of my head that Shaun's building hidden blades in his forge for himself XD

Me: Hmm, maybe Shaun has got a love interest, I'm not sure. What do you think of that? Shaun building blades... that could be neat, and would sorta fit the story, just maybe not make them as advanced as the ones the Assassins use.

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ZenoZen: now i realize this story dont have any definitive protagonist and everyone will be forced to make hard decision sooner or later, just like in real life that pretty realistic. I hope i can submit oc for this story but i dont really confident with my skill creating an oc since most of the time my oc get rejected by other author hahahaha. Hope to see you soon on next update.

Me: Sorry bro, I, unfortunately have already closed off the submissions, keep reading though. You'll still probably like the story. Don't be so negative about your skills though, I'm sure that you can come up with a really good OC if you tried. From now on, try having a dialogue with the Author that rejected your OC and see if you can change the things that are wrong with it to make it work. Maybe that'll help.

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TheDreamSketchCrew: Well, I'm guessing that druggie is Johnny and that he's totally dead! That's somewhat worrying and tiny bit upsetting, but I guess it happens. I expected him to die from choking on his own vomit like in breaking bad or for him to have fence wires shot through his person by some explosion. Unless there's another druggie that I'm unaware of, Johnny isn't just super anymore. He's super dead. Also, I've never watched much of anchorman so that first reference flew over my head.

Also, if you're having trouble taking in Japanese inspirations for Inori then you could just have her making thuggish or irritated comments about the lack of cigarette machines if she was the type to smoke or something. Or you could totally get help by asking how to write a foreign character that came from Japan.

Me: Nah, Johnny is depicted as more of a weed addict than a hardcore Heroin addict, which was who Andrea was killing. A bunch of squatters in 'middle of nowhere' Oregon. I'll be honest, I've never seen Anchorman, whenever I want to have Lloyd do a quote I just look up lists of quotes that I can use and plug whichever one works in, which is where I got that quote from. Hmm, thanks for the advice.

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Guest: Am thirsty for some updates XD

Me: Sorry, here's one now!

LostValkyrie: Having only just caught up on the last two chapters, there isn't really anything I can criticise writing-wise; you have a style that works.

If there was anything to pick on is something that is a lot more prominent in this chapter compared to the previous: Don't feel we get to spend enough time with a lot of the characters, which is also due to the fact that there are a lot of them.

Think I speak for other readers in regards to hoping for a bit more when it is an unpredictable update schedule, although the cause may be something personal on your end that cannot be held at fault.

Me: Sorry about not spending a lot of time with each character, guess I'll have to thin the heard soon...Also sorry about the update schedule, several things have attributed to that (see above) but hey, at least your getting updates. Unlike that other SYOC story that we do not speak of. EVER.

Anyway that's all for now so

Until Next Time True Readers!