Life is Strange: The Cruel Hand of Fate
Chapter 1 of my Life is Strange story, enjoy.
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Boris Yeltsin: Yes indeed :)
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tur1823: Thanks, glad you enjoyed it. Not really, since, well, from what I've heard, it's about Chloe and her life, but we're given everything about her life in the game itself; also, as another reader commented: what will the game mechanic be? LIS was based on the fact that Max could rewind time and seen all of her options, picking the one she liked best in the end. Other than that, it was an atmosphere. LIS 2, what will it be, walking simulator? The only reason I'd play would be Rachel.
Now onto the story.
Disclaimer: I don't own Life is Strange or its characters.
Chapter 1
Maxine Caulfield sighed softly as she sat on her bed. It was yet another day at Blackwell Academy, she was in her dorm, currently pulling her shoes on.
'Hard to believe, after everything that's happened...' She reflected wistfully. 'Hard to believe things just, move on as normal...'
She bit her lip, the Dark Room incident, Jefferson, Chloe's death, that crazy week where she discovered her rewind power; everything whirled through her mind, leaving her feeling vulnerable once again.
She shook her head, straightened up, finishing with her shoes. 'Get a grip Max, you can't let this beat you.'
It still hurt so much; Chloe's death, knowing that she died in this timeline, so bitter and vindictive, thinking nobody cared, despite the sacrifice she was willing to make in that week that now never happened.
But Max knew she had to keep going, one thing she had promised herself at Chloe's funeral was that she would continue to live, she wouldn't dwell endlessly on what might have been. It had been hard; for some time, she had failed that promise, but now, now she would make up for it.
She knew that things would still be hard, but she was ready now.
Luckily she had the means to do just that at hand. After Mark Jefferson's arrest, Blackwell had managed to find a new photography teacher, who had given the class a special homework assignment.
Max was certainly looking forward to this assignment; the focus was on contrast and as part of it, the teacher had asked them to get two shots of a location, from the same angle, but at two different times of the day. One in the morning and one in the evening for example. Max decided to go and get her shots at the Lighthouse.
'This will probably...be the hardest part of it all; going to the Lighthouse I mean, I haven't been since...' She reflected before sighing.
Standing up she gathered everything she needed and prepared to leave; this was it. Time for her to face forwards; to keep moving. She left her dorm room, there wasn't much activity at the moment, but that was likely due to the early hour, plus the fact it was the weekend; people were enjoying a long lie, getting more sleep.
Max normally would have done so, but she was actually looking forward so much to this assignment; that she decided to make an exception. She knew some early morning shots of the lighthouse would be best when making the contrast with the evening shots.
Leaving the dorms, heading out into the courtyard, Max noted she wasn't the only one up early. A familiar young man was seated on one of the benches outside, checking his phone. Approaching him with a smile, Max spoke.
"Hey Warren."
Looking up the brown haired young man grinned. "Max, hey, what are you doing up so early?"
"Just heading out, got a homework assignment for photography." She explained.
She didn't need to ask Warren about him being up; she knew Warren was an early riser; which just confused her since he also stayed up late; yet never seemed tired.
Warren nodded. "Cool...You're, um, you're looking a lot better Max. I'm glad you're holding up well."
"I know Warren, thanks for all your help by the way." Max replied. "It's been hard, but, I know I can't just hide away, I have to...face things."
Warren nodded, understanding; following Chloe's death, Warren was one of her greatest helpers. He had tried to help her recover from Chloe's death without being smothering. After talking for a bit longer, Max departed on her way to the Lighthouse.
Grinning as she knelt down, camera raised, Max waiting for the right moment and took the shot, a low angle shot of the Lighthouse, silhouetted against the early morning sky. This was the latest in a series she had been taking, she stood up.
'This is much better...I feel alive doing this again.' She thought happily. 'I still need to thank Joyce for letting me have William's camera; after, what I did to my own.'
Grimacing a little, still embarrassed by her outburst which caused her to break her own camera; Max resumed her work. As she did however she suddenly stopped and looked around, a strange creeping feeling coming over her.
'Whoa, okay...that's weird, I could have sworn I...I feel like I'm being followed.'
She shook her head, thinking it was just her imagination. At the very least, she hoped that's what it was.
End of chapter, hope you enjoyed it, read and review please.
