The Mating Run by Leeka

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“Alina, this is why you’re such an easy target,” Ettie says, her voice bearing a weight that seems foreign. “That’s why you always end up in these life–threatening situations. You’re too kind, and not everyone out there deserves that kindness.”

The words hit me like a sudden punch, taking me by surprise. Trust too easily? In a world where survival often demands a hardened exterior, is kindness. considered a liability?

“You said it was okay to trust him!” With each word I utter, I can sense the ache of hurt growing, making me aware of how my own nature could be a vulnerability in this unforgiving place.

Before I can find the words to reply, Ettie continues speaking, her voice becoming softer as if she can sense the inner turmoil I’m experiencing.

“I know what I said. That’s why I kept saying sorry, that’s why I fixed my mistake. Look, I’m not saying this to hurt you, Alina. I’m saying it because I’ve seen what happens when people let their guard down. I’ve seen it way too many times in

this run.”

She pauses, allowing me to take in the weight of her words.

“I know you mean well, Alina,” Ettie says, her eyes locked in a steady, unwavering stare. “Your kindness is one of the things I really like about you. But in this place, being nice won’t do the trick. It won’t guarantee your safety. You have to be more discerning, more cautious.”

I bite my lip, her words hurting and making me even more confused. Is it a mistake to believe in the goodness of others? In a world where everyone’s out for themselves, does being kind just lead to getting stabbed in the back?

“I’m not asking you to become like them,” Ettie adds, her voice filled with a comforting tenderness. “I just want you to be aware. There are those who will take advantage of your trust. You can’t afford to be naive here.”

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Ettie places her hands on her hips, her eyes locked onto me.

“And if someone is of no use, you should get rid of them.”

Ettie says, her tone matter–of–fact, devoid of any remorse, her words cutting through the silence. Those words sink deep into my consciousness, anchoring, themselves like a ship in turbulent waters.

Elijah’s fate serves as a stark reminder, a tangible embodiment of Ettie’s merciless practicality. Yes, he had served a purpose in their survival, but the moment he crossed a line, the trust Ettie had for him shattered. Now, all that remains is a gruesome testament to the consequences of being discarded in her

ruthless evaluation of worth.

As her words sink in, a subtle feeling of unease begins to wash over me.

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Our little shack isn’t feeling too safe these days. It’s like the walls know something sketchy about our secret hideaway. Ettie used to be comforting, but now she’s all over the place, doing whatever it takes to stay alive.

The gap between us is widening on its own, as I instinctively protect myself from the unknown emotions stirring in Ettie. My feet tremble as I take a step back from her, propelled by raw instinct. Our trust is slowly fading away because of her

indifferent heart.

“Alina, why are you moving away from me?” Ettie’s gaze sharpens, a

disconcerting intensity emanating from her eyes. “I’m just giving it to you straight. In this run, you gotta make some hard decisions to stay alive. Holding onto dead weight just brings you down.”

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Her words are cold and logical, no room for feelings. I’m struggling with conflicting emotions trying to balance self–preservation and compassion in this harsh place.

“But he was a person, Ettie,” My voice stammers, barely audible, as a hesitant. protest escapes my lips. “He helped us. He was… he was alive, and now he’s not.”

There’s no hint of remorse in Ettie’s response, her expression remaining

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steadfast.

Alina, it doesn’t matter if they’re a threat. And Elijah, the moment. he touched you, became a

I’ve been slapped in the face- Ettie’s definition of necessity is severe

breath. “You should’ve cut me loose when you laid eyes on me again. I didn’t offer anything at all. I just ate your food, took space in your home. So, if that’s how you determine usefulness, am I also

unease. The question lingers, its weight palpable in

Alina,” Ettie replies, her tone defensive but with a hint of uncertainty lingering beneath. “You’re

my concerns only adds to the confusion

adversary becomes hazy, leaving me unsettled by the idea that my survival depends

genuine concern weighing on my voice, I press further, seeking answers. “What

presence that taints our delicate conversation. Ettie’s response carries

come to that, Alina. You’re not like him.” Ettie insists, her words. laced with an undeniable sense of unease. “I did what I had to do to protect you. I won’t let anyone harm you.”

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over her

figure it

understand.”

resonates in the air. However, Ettie’s silence acts as a fortress, guarding against the vulnerability

talk about it anymore,

air as she retorts, her tone sharp and final. I can sense the walls

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I cannot back down, not now, when my determination is at its peak. The air is heavy with uncertainty, making every decision feel

conversation about it. This confusion is driving

a reminder of what we used to be, a stark contrast to the strained dynamics that

demise.

turns to snap at me, her words piercing through the air with a harsh and unyielding tone. The sheer volume

and I’m a Hunter. We have different

do you mean by that?”

desire to keep hidden and the realization that avoiding the truth will only widen the rift. “Hiders need protectors, Alina. It’s always been like that, you know? That’s the way it should

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is written all over her face,

I’ve never noticed.

we need to discuss this. I need to figure it out. I need you to

in the air. However, Ettie’s silence acts as a fortress, guarding against the vulnerability that lurks beneath her

don’t want to talk about it anymore, Alina.”

air as she retorts, her tone sharp and final. I can sense the walls she’s built, walls that loom like an

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determination is at its peak. The air is heavy with uncertainty, making every decision feel weighty.

driving me

the air, a reminder of what we used to be, a stark contrast to the strained dynamics that have taken root in the aftermath of

demise.

her breath escaping in a heavy, burdened exhale. She then turns to snap at me, her words piercing through the air with a harsh and unyielding tone.

I’m a

mean

to keep hidden and the realization that avoiding the truth will only widen the rift.

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of dread washes over me, making my stomach churn. The heaviness of Ettie’s words

affirmation doing little to quell the rising tide

Hunter, a protector. It’s

perspective, unravels before me, opening my eyes to a reality I never considered. Yet, the innate dread of

to mark me, then?”

into my voice as the question slips out of my mouth.

makeshift hut, the air is filled with an unspoken tension, creating an atmosphere of unease. The weight of Ettie’s silence, so deep and introspective, sends shivers down my spine. As

I repeat, barely audible, in the face of the unknown

usually an open book, but now they hold a secret battle that eludes my understanding.

and declarations that have weaved a complicated tapestry of protection and possessiveness.