Afterwards: A Life Is Strange Fan-Fiction <A Choice Story>

Chapter 38/Episode 3: Life Is Weird

I look at Chloe, who is pointing towards the backdoor. She wants to leave, but what about mom? This bastard is going to kill her if we don't stop her, but she wants us to go. Is she sacrificing herself for us?

"6...5...4..." Chloe starts to crawl out from the table and into the living room. She bumps the leg of the table with her knee and rushes the rest of the way into the living room. Mark looks over. "You don't happen to have a cat or anything, do you?" He walks over there to Chloe while still holding mom. "You're not Max. Where the fuck is Max?!" He yells. I crawl out from under the table to the front door. He looks back at me. "There you are! Why do you keep running? Just come with me, and I'll let your mother and your friend live, ok?" Fuck, I really need to rewind time, but I can't! Red slowly flows over to Mark. I looks down and see that I'm standing in it. Oh my god, that's dad's blood, isn't it? This really can't be fucking happening.

"Mom! Are you ok?!" Chloe slowly starts to crawl away unnoticed.

"Just go Max! I can't let you get hurt!" He hits her head with the butt of the gun.

"Shut up!" She starts to cry. "Max, don't listen to her. Just come with me, ok? We can get a new darkroom, and you can model for me. You can do what the other models couldn't, Maxine: you could live. That's right, you could model for me until the day we die."

"Fuck that, and fuck you too!" I yell. I've never cussed in front of my mother before, but it seems ok now.

"Oh Max, that's hilarious. You see, you don't have a choice. You're coming with me whether you like it or not." Mom moves something around in her hand, something shiny. She nods towards the front door, and lunges whatever she has in her hand into Mark's leg. "Ow, you bitch!" He yells as he looks down at the steak knife inside of his right leg. Chloe runs out of the house through the front door. I follow her outside. The loud sound of a gunshot can be heard.

"Oh my god, he killed mom too." I say while stopping. Chloe stops too and looks back at me.

"Max, I'm sorry. This is terrible, but we have to keep going. Mark is going to catch up to us soon if we don't." She's right, we have to keep going. I'm going to have to try to keep it together. We run over to the truck and Chloe gets her keys out as fast as she can. She unlocks it and we both get it. Mark walks through the door and towards us, stepping on the flowers with each step. He shoots at the truck, not doing very well, probably because of the injury. Chloe puts the key into the truck and starts it. She backs out of the driveway, and Mark limps over to the front of the truck, aiming his gun towards us. He shoots it, but nothing happens. He must have run out of bullets. We drive onto the road and speed around the corner.

"Fuck Max, that dude is fucking insane." She looks at me, or at least I think she is, as she's quiet and I haven't said anything. I look down at my shoes. They're still red. "I'm sorry about this. That bastard is going to pay, for everything he's done."

"I hope so. He can't just get away with this shit."

"Definitely." She says as she drives through a green light. This is weird, there's like nobody else out here except for us.

"Are we the only ones here?" I ask. She looks around.

"Yeah, I think so. I thought that Seattle would have been busier." It usually is. My head starts to hurt, it feels like it's being crushed by something. Blood pours out of my nose, and everything goes black. "Max? Max! Oh fuck, not agai-."
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I open my eyes and see Chloe.

"Max, you have to do it. It's the only way to stop the storm!" Says Chloe while shaking my shoulders.

"What?" I look around and see the lighthouse again, and the storm approaching the bay.