Identity V Oneshots

Eli Clark (Seer)

FLUFF

Y/n = your name
L/n = last name

DISCLAIMER:
• killing/death
  • self-harm
• references to religion

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I've always been watching him since we were kids. Eli Clark has been my best friend since diapers, mainly because our mothers were friends too. However, our parents were killed when we were eight due to a hunter named Jack. In our universe, there's such a thing called hunters and survivors, and Eli and I were the unlucky survivors born to hunter and survivor couples.

My mother, Jennie Osborne was married to Kyle (l/n), a hunter. And his father, George Clark was married to a hunter named Elizabeth Grey. But our hunter parents left when we were born. I never understood why, but now being old enough to fathom what more than I knew before, I completely understand why. Hunters and survivors aren't meant to be together. They may love each other, but it's just another Romeo and Juliet story. We're just players in their game, trying to escape from the torture they give to us if we're caught.

Today wasn't that day.

I sat on the couch as Eli was in the kitchen to grab something to eat. I was channel surfing until the news popped up showing that four new people have been captured by the Photographer. He's famous around New York City; he's captured over a hundred people and annihilated about three quarters of them. Knowing that he's still holding people captive makes my blood boil.

"What's wrong?" I heard Eli say, dragging me out of my thoughts. I looked over to him, a straight, neutral expression on my face.

"Nothing, just thinking is all," I told him. He nodded his head, knowing that I was lying but didn't want to push me any farther. Truthfully, I had been digging my nails into the palm of my hand really hard. I glanced down to my hand to see dark, red imprints of my sharp nails on it. I sighed, flipping the channel once again. When I gave up trying to find something, I sighed and turned it off. He laughed at my actions.

"Well," he started, slinging his arm on the couch behind my head. I leaned against him, the instant aroma of his cologne rushing through my nose. He smelled amazing, and I wish that we could become more than friends. However, I don't want to end up hurt if I lose him. I don't want to get to close too him to where if he does due to a hunter, I don't want to be too heartbroken. "What to do now?"

"Wanna play checkers?" I asked. He smiled down at me and nodded his head. I hopped off of the couch and started heading towards my room.

"You still have it after all this time?" He questioned loudly.

"Yep!" I chirped, entering my bedroom. My room was still a little messy, but I cleaned it up some earlier in the week. I've never been much of a cleaner, because I'd rather do something productive and helpful with my life, not just waste it away cleaning. For example, homework. That will actually help me in the long run, not cleaning.

I rummaged through the board games in my closet in search of the checker board. I haven't played it in years, but I know that all the pieces are still with it. I smiled when I remembered how I even got it.

Eli had gotten it for me for my seventh birthday. We'd always play it at his place. I was always losing, not to mention I was a sore loser. I would always declare a rematch until I won, which is usually three or four more games later. I used to think that he would give me the win, but now I think I've mastered it. I think I'm better at it than he is. Eli has always been my friend and protected me. Even when I was getting bullied in middle school, he would protect me from them even if it meant he got hurt in return. Because of those bullies, he got blind. One of them punched him in his right eye, which eventually ended up in that one losing its vision. That's why he wears that mask when he goes out. He doesn't wear it around me because I know how it happened. He just doesn't like explaining the story to others.