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.”

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

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

within them. “You think I enjoyed doing

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it was easy for me? He had

you.”

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

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

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be done. If you can’t understand

cut out for this.”

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

closer, her eyes ablaze. “I won’t let anyone harm you, Alina.

I say the words, instantly regretting

retort is swift and biting. “You think you can survive this on your own? You’re naïve, Alina. In this forest, trust is a luxury we can’t afford.”

reality of her words hangs in the air. Trust, once a fragile bond between us, now shatters like

compromise who I

reverberates through the cave. “Who you are? In this forest,

stings, but I refuse to let it break me. “I won’t lose myself in this madness.

her tone cold. “Sometimes, Alina,

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in her words, 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 means

on my own.”

conflict, remains a silent spectator to our unraveling camaraderie. Ettie’s

alone. You need someone

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

sob reaches my ears,

on Ettie.

weight of emotions, a vulnerability I hadn’t anticipated. In that moment, my heart

I murmur, my voice hesitant, as if navigating a fragile bridge. “I’m sorry. I… I didn’t mean

eyes stained with tears, and for a moment, the distance

me,” Ettie whispers, her voice fragile like delicate glass on the verge of

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

each other, Alina. That’s what kept us going. If we lose that, what do we have

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

you,” I admit, the

“Alina, you mean everything to me. I did what I did to protect you, to keep you safe. If that means sacrificing a

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

down beside her, 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,

me, Alina. I just… I can’t lose you in this place. I can’t let anything happen to

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.

choices.”