Hi~
So, I just started playing Wake the Dead (no VIP) and I must say, I haven’t felt this invested in a Choices story in a while. This is gonna be a missing scene from Chapter 10 (no I’m not there yet, I resorted to YouTube). This is based on Black!MC x Eli. I love the hardass man. This is going to be in his POV.
I’m just going to finesse this.
Hope you like it!
(Elijah Sipes)
“You fucking idiot,” I softly hissed at my reflection in the broken mirror. After a long day at the carnival, I retreated to the safety of my room to recount the events of today.
My fingers lightly grazed over my lips, still feeling the phantom tingles of when her lips pressed against my own.
I kissed her.
I kissed Judith Archer.
My eyes drifted close as my hand fisted in my hair out of frustration.
This should have never happened.
I still remember the first time I met her.
She and her group stumbled in my neck of the woods, bringing zombies and Lord knows what else to my front doorstep. My arrow was directed at her heart as she and her friends begged for my help. My first instinct was to leave them there or force them to leave.
It’s been survival of the fittest for years since the outbreak began. They would’ve found a way to survive, somehow someway.
I know I always did.
But it wasn’t until I saw Judith run over to support her injured sister, Jaime. Some part of me, something I thought died with my family, reawakened. Against my better judgment, I went to Jaime’s opposite side to help Judith support her all the way to my home. I remember those honey brown eyes regarding me with wary surprise.
“What are you doing?” I scoffed at her before turning my gaze in the direction of my cabin.
“Something stupid, probably.”
It was there I learned their story. The looming fortress they call “The Tower” was only a safe haven because their leader was using his people as bait for the drones that wandered in this area. And based of the the tidbits of the muffled conversation I’ve heard from the Archer sisters, Judith was sentenced to the same fate had not Jaime heard about it hours prior. I may not known Judith for long, but I know a headstrong spirit when I see one. I know trouble when I see it.
And Judith Archer has trouble written all over her.
It was only a matter of time before the zombies surrounded us later in the night. Judith and I, along with her friends, did our best to fend them off but it proved to be useless.
Throughout the entire fight, I was berating myself.
‘I just knew I should’ve left them there.’
‘They should’ve never came.’
‘Now I’m going to lose the only home I ever knew thanks to my weakness.’
But in my heart, an organ I long thought turned to steel over the years of solitude, said otherwise. Something about Judith’s bright eyes, fearful and worried over her older sibling, made me think of myself with my brother. How I wanted someone to help me save him.
Which was why my heart ached for her as I had to drag her away from Jaime. A final exchange between me and the eldest Archer was a silent request.
‘Please, protect my sister. Be there for her while I can’t.’
‘I will… I promise.’
Part of me wished I could’ve protected her from the heartbreak of losing someone you love.
With a final scream and echo of a gunshot as her final goodbye, Judith’s knees gave out. Dirk and I lost our grip on the girl as collapsed onto the ground, face buried in her small hands. Her body shuddered from her heartbroken sobs.
“JAIME!!!”
We all gazed on the younger Archer sister with sympathy. But we had to keep on moving. Judith struggled to her feet and trudged on, her soft sniffles giving away her lingering despair.
Time passed and we founded our own colony, with Judith being our leader. More people began to join our ranks, and with it the increase of responsibility on Judith’s shoulders. She may not show to others, but I know a weary spirit when I see one.
The death of her sister still haunts her. I can see it in her eyes. Which was why I hardly ever told her no when she asked me to do anything.
To engage in a slow dance in front of everyone.
To pop a wheelie to distract some killer bikers.
To play a drinking game to win some dynamite.
If it brought a smile to her face, I would do it in a heartbeat.
Even with my hardass personality… she had become my soft spot.
Every day, I tell myself,
‘Don’t fall for her. She’s nothing but trouble, Eli. You’re going to regret it.’
Today on the Ferris wheel, I didn’t listen to the voice in my head.
When she leaned in and kissed me, I felt my heart stall in my chest in shock. I knew she would flirt with me constantly and I allowed it, but I didn’t dare hope… dare dream–
I pulled away on instinct, staring at her in disbelief. Her hand that was still clasped in mine tightened as her eyes went wide. I could see all the emotions reflected in those beautiful irises.
Fear. Shyness. Embarrassment. Hope. And another emotion I didn’t dare to say out loud.
That was enough for me to give in. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her in for another kiss. Those soft lips that have smiled at me so sweetly time and time again yielded under my slightly chapped ones. Her submission to the kiss was enough to flood my body with heat and desire. I pulled back to look into her eyes, which stared back at me with a half-lid sultry gaze.
“Damnit,” I hissed under my breath before diving back in for more. I clung onto her soft, warm body like a lifeline, never wanting her to escape my grasp. I felt her nails dig into my shoulder as I carefully licked her bottom lip, forcing more blood to rush down south. My growing arousal pressed intimately against her thigh, making her gasp.
“Eli…” Gods, even the way she said my name threatened to unravel more of my sanity. My tongue found her’s, engaging in an intimate dance that it seemed only we knew. I groaned at the taste of her, pushing her against the metal wall to get as close as possible to her warmth.
“You’re-” I didn’t hear what she had to say, silencing her with another heated kiss. I didn’t want this moment to end. A moment where I could know what it would be like to be this close to her. To have her curvy but muscular built body fit so perfectly in the circumference of my arms. To taste those full pouty lips that have been taunting me for weeks. To be a simple man submitting to his desire to be with a woman he cared for.
And it seemed to be what she wanted too.
Her strong arms pulled me closer by my neck. Those slender fingers that I’ve seen wield so many weapons lovingly massage the nape of my neck.
Soft sighs and sweet little moans escaped her throat.
Her lips constantly sought my own.
Her body shivered or leaned into my touch.
Fuck.
Before I could further succumb to my desires, I pulled away. I could see the slight disappointment and dejection of her eyes as I said we should head back. Even though every part of me didn’t want to leave this intimate bubble.
Letting out a tired chuckle, I place my hand on the cracked mirror.
“You know she was nothing but trouble, Eli. Nothing but trouble for your heart,” I said softly in my fractured reflection, lowering my gaze to the bite mark that now adorned my neck.
I sighed.
Time for some rest, not like I’ll get another opportunity to do so since I’ll be zombified in a few hours. Besides the world doesn’t allow much room for rest.
…or love for that matter.