The Mating Run by Leeka

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The air hangs heavy with the acrid scent of vomit.

I’m hunched over by the side, retching violently as my body rebels against the weight of guilt and fear that clings to my insides. Each convulsion sends waves of nausea through me, a physical manifestation of the turmoil within.

Ettie’s voice, a distant murmur, penetrates the fog of my anguish.

“Alina, you need to stop. It’s done.”

Her words, meant as reassurance, fall on deaf ears. I can’t shake the images that replay in my mind–the brutality, the blood, the makeshift grave. The forest seems to close in around me, its ancient trees bearing silent witness to the chaos that has unfolded in their domain.

As I retch, Ettie continues to stand near the makeshift grave, her gaze fixed on the rocky ground. “We did what we had to do, Alina.”

Her words cut through the fog, a stark reminder of the unforgiving reality that governs the Mating Run. Survival leaves no room for hesitation or remorse.

I wipe my mouth, trembling, and attempt to rise.

The forest floor feels unsteady beneath me, each step a struggle against the lingering shadows of guilt. Ettie turns toward me, her eyes holding a mixture of concern and frustration.

“Alina-”

“Ettie… We… We can’t afford to stay here. We shouldn’t. The cameras are watching. We need to go somewhere they can’t see us..”

I stumble towards Ettie, my legs weak beneath me.

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Ettie’s gaze softens

and we made ours.”

“Alina, survival comes with a price. Elijah made his choice,

“We?” I mutter to myself, my entire body shaking. “What do you mean we?”

Anger pulses through me

mel that still linger in my chest.

like a wildfire, fueled by the charred remains of guilt

The echoes of Elijah’s demise reverberate in my mind, a haunting melody that refuses to be silenced. Yet, as I turn my gaze toward Ettie, a different kind of fury

takes root within me.

“Ettie, it was all you! You did that! It’s not something we both decided on! Why did you kill him?”

The words burst forth, sharp and accusing. My voice, usually soft, carries the weight of betrayal.

Ettie meets my gaze, her eyes defiant. “Alina, he touched you. He was going to hurt you. What choice did I have?”

The forest, with its silent trees and hidden cameras, bears witness to our confrontation. The air crackles with tension, charged with the unspoken truth that now stands between us.

“You had a choice, Ettie! You didn’t have to kill him like that!” My fists clench at my sides, the anger boiling within me. “We could have found another way, stopped him without resorting to… to this.”

this is the Mating Run. There are no rules, no mercy. You think he would have hesitated to kill

surge of resentment that courses through me. “That doesn’t give you the right to play judge, jury, and executioner. You made that decision for both of us, and I can’t just pretend like

brewing within them. “You think I enjoyed doing

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for me? He had to die, Alina. I won’t let anyone

you.”

you didn’t let me decide, Ettie! You

of resistance against

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cut out

of my anger. “Don’t act like you know what’s best

won’t let anyone harm you, Alina. If that means making tough decisions, then

so different but you’re a monster just like they are.” I say the words, instantly regretting it

retort is swift and biting. “You think you can survive this on your own? You’re naïve, Alina. In this forest, trust is

air. Trust, once a fragile bond between us, now shatters like glass. I clench

survive, Ettie. But I won’t compromise who I

cave. “Who you are? In this forest, that’s a liability. You’ll

it break me. “I won’t lose myself in this

eyes narrow, her tone cold. “Sometimes, Alina, you have

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though chilling, ignites a defiant spark within me. “I won’t let fear and violence define me. I’ll find another way, even if it

on my own.”

indifferent to our conflict, remains a silent spectator to our unraveling camaraderie. Ettie’s gaze, a mixture of frustration and concern,

survive this alone. You need someone you can trust.”

of resentment lingers on my tongue. “Trust is earned, Ettie. And right now,

reaches my ears, and I stiffen immediately,

on Ettie.

emotions, a vulnerability I hadn’t anticipated. In that moment, my heart softens, a realization dawning upon me – we’re both victims of this unforgiving

a fragile bridge. “I’m sorry. I… I

with tears, and for a moment, the distance between us collapses.

delicate glass on the verge of shattering. “How can we go on if you

my heart heavy with the weight of my own insecurities. “Ettie, I’m

sincerity. “I thought we could rely on each other, Alina. That’s what kept us going. If we lose that, what do we have

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The realization hits me – I’m not alone in this struggle, and the survival of our camaraderie is as crucial as navigating the dangers that lurk in the

not. But I’m also scared of losing you,” I admit, the words hanging in the air like an unspoken plea.

me. I did what I did to protect you, to keep you safe. If that means sacrificing

gravity of her choices. We’re not just navigating

I care about you. But I can’t blindly accept everything. We need to find a balance, a way

me, Alina. I just… I can’t lose

We’re two souls entangled in the dance of survival, each step fraught with uncertainty. “We need each other, Ettie.

choices.”