Short Story Collection

Life is Strange: Rewrite the Past.

Crickets, owls and swaying trees. In the grass, the branches and the wind.

It was oddly peaceful here, she thought to herself.

It didn't fit at all. 

She took a look at the barn. She shuddered at the memories she'd made in there.

But tonight that'd all change. EVERYTHING would change. 

It took her months of planning, of backtracking, of rewinding and making the slightest adjustments to get to this point. Lots of mistakes, angry outbursts and coming close to giving up a hundred erased times. A few dozen new powers she had to explore.

But here she was.

Finally in the picture... And what a big picture it was. She donned her grey hood and pulled up her makeshift mask, made from an old shirt. She even borrowed some gloves to avoid leaving any fingerprints, but it wasn't all she'd borrowed.

Her hand clenched the wooden grip of the revolver in her back pocket. It wasn't loaded at the moment, god knows how long it'd take her to shoot herself in the ass with how clumsy she was.

She walked up to the barn. It'd be easier to call the police, sure. But it wouldn't be nearly this fucking satisfying.

She entered through the familiar hole in the side. A single car stood inside, a red SUV. The trapdoor was wide open. She stepped down the stairs. What was the code again...?

Beep. The door opened.She could hear him scrambling to check out why the door opened, but...

No stopping Max Caulfield.

She stepped inside and extended her arm. Just like that, they reverted back in place.

Nathan went from right in the doorway all the way back to the set. On one knee, taking a picture of Rachel in the corner of the room.

Even from next to the vault door, Max could feel her anger.

She'd be avenging three people today.

Max grabbed the revolver, making a note to thank David when she was done here. With the handful of rounds she had in her other pocket, she loaded the gun and walked into the Dark Room.

Rachel looked at her, shocked. She didn't know whether to be afraid or relieved. Nathan seemed to notice, though, because he turned around too. He stood up, but before he could finish his dash for the gun on his trolley, Max had fired a round. It was convincing enough to make him back off.

"Stay. The fuck. There." Max snarled. She wasn't exactly worried about being recognized by her voice. It'd be another five months before she moved to Arcadia Bay. Besides, her voice was commanding. Strong and self-certain. Nothing like the shy geek coming to attend the big, scary High School.

"How the fuck did you get in here? Do you know who I am? Who you're fucking with?"

Max had to hold back a laugh.

"Seriously? You think I would break into this place without knowing who's in it? Get in the corner, Nathan." She nodded to it, her gun still aimed to his chest. 

He looked around, desperate for a way out of the situation. He clearly didn't like direct confrontations unless he had a gun on his side. So he lunged for the trolley yet again. A bang rung through the bunker. Rachel curled up and Nathan fell to the floor, dropping the pistol he'd grabbed.

It took him a moment to realize he'd been shot, right above the right knee.

It took Max a few moments to actually get the right shot. Might have been smart to practice ahead of time, but who needs that when you can rewind time?