Life Is Strange Fanfiction Max Dies Novels & Stories

To their surprise, everything then fell silent. “What’s going on?” Charlotte asked at the same time she wanted to look through the door. “Stay here! I’ll go out and check!” Max pushes the door open slightly. He returned quickly after looking out. “What’s the matter?” “He is dead. In disbelief, Charlotte asked, “Really? Is someone coming to save us?” “I’m afraid not.” Max appeared even more serious than he had been. ‘If someone had come to save us, they would have not killed anyone. Perhaps things are worse than I thought.’ He thought to himself.

It seemed like I could see the brink of death on my side. "We do transactions. If you let her go, I will let him go." Darian said firmly. His eyes showed no trace of confusion, and it was strangely cold. A strange feeling appeared in my heart. I don't understand why I feel so uncomfortable. Darian tightened his grip on Max's neck. Max struggled helplessly and then gradually lost his strength. His eyes widened. Mark gave up. He quickly let go of me and let out a sad howl. Darian immediately let go of Max. Max fell heavily to the ground; his body transformed into human form, but he was unconscious.

boy stomach bleeding he was sad and crying max ask what happen what are you doing her young reply my name is larry I an sad because I am dead because of disease and that not the problem my grandmother and grandfather is alone I know they are crying now I can hear them I am max how can I help you I don't know where should i go so I can help you in anyway possible max if you eat that leaf from tree your soul and my soul can exchange at that time max get his memory. I remember now I have family but I was not happy I always wanted to run away form that hell reality

“You know, ever since you started your stupid back-and-forth trip to this gang, things started going haywire. Why didn’t you just stay put and pick a side?” "Carmila..." Yes, she could help me, I just needed to play my cards right. She still wore a mix of disgust and anger on her face. "Max is dead because of you." "He is dead because of his uncle," I said with a low voice that resonated in the empty corridor. I watched as her fierce expression relaxed a bit. "You know that, don't you?" "If.." She sighed heavily and shook her head slightly before she brought herself to complete her statement. "If you had not left us, Max wouldn't have ended up this way."

Unfortunately, no matter how loudly he called my name, no one answered. The apartment was spotless, with not a single trace of me left. Our home, once filled with love and laughter, was nothing more than a beautifully staged illusion. Panic surged through Max. He staggered, suddenly weak, and collapsed onto their bed. His eyes were red. He couldn’t wrap his head around it. All he did was help Fawn fulfill her dying wish. Why did it cost him me, the love of his life? He knew I was the one he loved. What he felt for Fawn was nothing more than sympathy.

"It's not a dream, Max. Everything is real. I... Fuck, touch... Why don't you... You're so dead. Emilia will kill you both" *****************************************

“You don’t know what I want with you. You don’t know if I’m going to rape you or kill you yet you’re looking like you came in here voluntarily.” “I vote for killing.” I did not know when those words escaped my mouth but they already had and I could not take them back. There was little truth in them. If I was dead, I wouldn’t have to live such a fucked up life. The stranger’s mouth dropped open, then a laugh bubbled out of his throat. I didn’t know what was so funny but he kept laughing for more than a minute before he got himself together and looked at me properly. “I might just keep you to myself. Is this what Maxim suffers every day?”

I so wish I could laugh and tell her this is one of my jokes, watch her face change as she hits me even more and calls me a twat, but I can’t. This isn’t one of my sick jokes. I have to sit here and watch as a piece of her dies, the piece of her that belongs to Jackson. I feel awful. Max took her life away for so many years, and she just got it back, and he has taken it again, and I just know she is going to go back to the girl she was before she met Jackson.

Max muted the TV and said she would call and cry and try to make it about him and I shouldn’t believe any of it ,He was right Two hours later his phone rang with an unknown number and he put it on speaker. Rose’s voice came through high and desperate, begging him to help her and saying it was all a mistake and the drugs had been planted. Max cut her off with one word and she switched to memories, talking about fevers and late nights and how she raised him . Max didn’t soften. He reminded her that he remembered how she once tried to kill Alice with acid and paying someone to lie about a baby and trying to kill his wife.

The man kept looking down at my concern etched onto his handsome face. "Where's Max?" I mumble through my pain, “Is he okay?” The handsome stranger looks down at me, his face grim as he replies "I'm Sorry little female, the male who was with you didn't make it, I will get someone to collect his body" "Oh god, poor Max" I know I didn't exactly hit it off with the guy, but he didn't deserve to die like this." The tears fall down my face as I bury my head into my rescuer's chest, unable to hold them off, The loss, The pain, It's just too much.