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.”

tightens, her response sharp. “Alina, this is the Mating Run. There are no rules, no mercy. You think

I can’t suppress the surge of resentment that courses through me. “That doesn’t give you the right to play judge, jury, and executioner. You made that

narrow, a storm brewing within them. “You think I

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He had to die, Alina.

you.”

unchecked torrent of frustration. “But you didn’t let me decide, Ettie! You took

of resistance against the accusations that hang in

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needed to be done. If you can’t

cut out

my anger. “Don’t act like you know what’s best for me,

“I won’t let anyone harm you, Alina. If that means making tough decisions, then so be it.”

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

survive this on your own? You’re

fragile bond between us, now shatters like glass. I clench my teeth, determined not to let

Ettie. But I won’t compromise who I

scoffs, a bitter laugh that reverberates through the cave. “Who you are? In this

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

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

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won’t let fear and violence define me.

on my own.”

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

you can’t survive this alone. You need someone

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

of a stifled sob reaches my ears, and I stiffen

on Ettie.

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

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

looks up, her eyes stained with tears, and for a moment, the distance between

whispers, her voice fragile like delicate glass on the verge of shattering. “How can we go on if you don’t

of trust. I step closer, my heart heavy with the weight of my own insecurities. “Ettie, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it. I’m just…

searching mine for sincerity. “I thought we could rely on each other, Alina. That’s what kept us going. If we lose

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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

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

did what I did to protect you, to keep you safe. If that means sacrificing a piece of myself, then so

and selfless, makes me realize the gravity of her choices. We’re not just navigating a forest filled with perilous beasts; we’re navigating the complexities of our own

her shoulder. “Ettie, I’m scared because I care about you. But

silent acknowledgment of the truth we both recognize. “I never wanted to make you doubt me, Alina.

the dance of survival, each step fraught with uncertainty. “We

choices.”