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.

they’re a threat. And Elijah, the moment. he touched you, became a threat. I did what needed to be done.”

struck by the realization, as if I’ve been slapped in the face-

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 on the chopping block? Are you

her unease. The question lingers, its weight palpable in the air, reminding us of the harsh

defensive but with a hint of uncertainty lingering beneath. “You’re different.

assuage my concerns only adds to

light of our conversation, the distinction between ally and adversary becomes hazy, leaving me unsettled by

I press further, seeking answers. “What if, in your eyes, I no longer contribute? Will

response carries a hesitant undertone, as if acknowledging

an undeniable sense of unease. “I did what I had

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at her, and frustration is written all over

I need to figure it out. I

understand.”

Ettie’s silence acts as

to talk about it

final. I

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

is driving me crazy, Ettie. I thought we were friends.”

word “friends” hangs in the air, a reminder of what we used to be, a stark contrast

demise.

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

are friends, Alina. But you’re a Hider, and I’m a

mean by

the truth will only widen the rift. “Hiders need

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frustration is written all

I’ve never noticed.

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

Ettie’s silence acts as a fortress, guarding against the vulnerability

to talk about

she retorts, her tone sharp and final. I can sense the walls she’s built, walls

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when my determination is at its peak. The air is

a conversation about it. This confusion is driving

be, a stark contrast to the strained dynamics that have taken root in

demise.

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

I’m a Hunter. We have different roles

do you mean by

the truth will only widen the rift. “Hiders

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words fills the air with an unspoken meaning. “Are

her solemn affirmation doing little to quell

a Hunter, a protector. It’s what I’ve always been.”

reality I never considered. Yet, the innate dread of being bound, of yielding to the eternal dance of predator and prey, urges me to explore

you want to mark me, then?”

the question slips

deep and introspective, sends shivers down my spine. As I ask myself whether she desires to mark me, the

repeat, barely audible, in the face

gaze into her eyes, usually an open book, but now they hold a secret battle that eludes my understanding. It feels like our

past words, a haunting chorus of promises and declarations that have weaved a complicated tapestry of