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.”

There are no rules, no mercy. You think he would have

unforgiving nature of our reality. Yet, I can’t suppress the surge of resentment that courses through me. “That doesn’t give you the

a storm brewing within them.

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had to

you.”

you didn’t let me decide, Ettie! You took that choice away from

expression hardens, a wall of resistance against the accusations that hang in

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to be done. If you can’t understand that, then maybe you’re

cut out for

the embers of my anger. “Don’t act like you know what’s best for me, Ettie. You didn’t save me. You just

you, Alina. If that means making

a monster just like they are.” I say the words, instantly regretting

you can survive this on your own? You’re naïve,

hangs in the air. Trust, once a fragile bond between us, now shatters like glass. I clench my teeth, determined not to let Ettie’s decisions define my path.

compromise who I am to do

laugh that reverberates through the cave. “Who you are? In this

weight of her judgment stings, but I refuse to let it break me. “I won’t lose myself

narrow, her tone cold. “Sometimes, Alina, you have to become

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defiant spark within me. “I won’t let fear and violence define me. I’ll find another way,

on my own.”

spectator to our unraveling camaraderie. Ettie’s gaze, a mixture of frustration and

this alone. You

my tongue. “Trust is earned, Ettie. And right now, I don’t know if I can trust you.”

a stifled sob reaches my ears, and I stiffen immediately, my

on Ettie.

the weight of 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

murmur, my voice hesitant, as if navigating a fragile bridge. “I’m sorry. I… I didn’t mean those words. I just… I’m scared, Ettie. For

with tears, and

glass on

her words stings, a sobering reminder of the fragility of trust. I step closer, my heart heavy with the weight of my

rely on each other, Alina. That’s what kept

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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

Scared of becoming something I’m not. But I’m also scared of losing you,” I admit, the words hanging in the air like an unspoken plea. “That’s what

you mean everything to me. I did what I did to protect you,

me realize the gravity of her choices. We’re not just

reaching out tentatively to touch her shoulder. “Ettie, I’m scared because I care about you. But I can’t blindly accept everything. We need to find a balance, a

never wanted to make you doubt me, Alina. I just… I can’t lose you in

her eyes resonates with the depth of my own fears. We’re two souls entangled in the dance of survival, each step fraught with uncertainty. “We need each other, Ettie. But we also need to

choices.”