The Mating Run by Leeka
Chapter 42
Weakness
Anger is like a flame, they say.
It flickers, it burns, and it engulfs everything in its path. But as I watch Zeke down there, pacing with that twisted grin and a menacing machete in hand, it’s not heat that I feel. No, it’s an eerie coldness that wraps around me like a ghostly
shroud.
You see, they tell you that anger makes your temperature rise, your blood boiling beneath your skin. But right now, in the heart of this forest, surrounded by towering trees that seem to witness every breath we take, I can’t help but shiver. The chill isn’t just in the air; it’s seeping into my bones, settling in, making me question everything.
Maybe it’s the fear. Fear has a way of sending shivers down your spine, they say. But this isn’t just fear. It’s a bone–deep coldness that goes beyond the natural apprehension that anyone would feel when faced with a man wielding a machete and sporting a grin that belongs in nightmares.
I wrap my arms around myself, attempting to ward off the cold. It’s not the kind of cold the
a jacket or a warm embrace can chase away. No, this cold is different. It’s the kind that seeps into your soul, making you question the very essence of warmth you thought you knew.
The forest, once alive with the symphony of rustling leaves and distant bird calls, feels muted. It’s as if the very essence of life has taken a step back, leaving room for this unnatural coldness to take center stage. The trees stand tall, their branches reaching towards the heavens, but their usual comforting presence feels distant, almost aloof.
I glance at Victor, who’s huddled beside me on this high tree branch. His brows are furrowed in concern, and I can see the tension in his eyes. I wonder if he knows just how much trouble he’s in right now. I wonder if I will do anything to stop Zeke. I wonder if I will do my best to save him.
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The coldness intensifies, and I find myself rubbing my arms, trying to generate some warmth. It’s not just a physical chill; it’s a psychological one, creeping into the recesses of my mind and leaving a lingering sense of unease.
I steal another glance at Zeke. His movements are erratic, and the unsettling grin never leaves his face. It’s as if he’s dancing to a tune only he can hear, a melody that sends shivers down my spine.
Everything freezes as Zeke begins to ascend the tree with an eerie ease that defies gravity. Panic clutches at my throat, threatening to choke the breath from my lungs. Victor, usually the epitome of composure, looks at me with wide eyes, desperation etched across his face.
“Fuck! What do we do, Alina? What the fuck do we do?!”
Victor’s voice trembles with a fear that mirrors my own.
I want to answer him, to provide a solution that will magically whisk us away. from this unfolding horror, but my mind is a chaotic whirlwind of confusion. Zeke, his eyes glinting with madness, inches closer and closer, each upward movement sending shivers down my spine.
“Think, Alina, think!” Victor’s urgency pierces through my mental fog, but my thoughts remain muddled, trapped in the labyrinth of fear. Zeke’s laughter, a disconcerting melody, reverberates through the air, filling the forest with a sense of impending doom.
“He’s climbing,” I mutter, my voice barely audible even to myself. It’s a statement of the obvious, a futile attempt to articulate the sheer horror of the
situation.
“I can see that! He’s climbing alright! We can’t stay here!” Victor’s panic rises, mirroring the surge of dread within me.
The tree branch, once our refuge, now feels like a precarious ledge suspended between life and the malevolent force that is Zeke. I search desperately for an escape route, my eyes darting between the surrounding branches as if they hold the key to our salvation.
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Victor clutches my arm, his grip a desperate plea for guidance.
can’t just wait for him to reach us.
retreated returns, a chilling embrace that tightens its grip with each passing moment. I rack my brain
his eyes. reflecting the
“I…… I think-”
hadn’t destroyed his
this mess!”
like an effort. Panic tightens its grip on my chest
prefer
of resilience, a glimmer of hope that we might find a way out of
waving his machete as he climbed the tree with
with a fury that intensifies the chill in the air. “You did this, Alina! You destroyed
it!”
him are futile as Zeke’s presence grows more ominous. The forest, with its ancient trees as silent
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now.”
figure this out together. Blaming each other
-
me.
frustration finding an outlet
fraught exchange, “Tick–tock, Victor.
at me, his accusation
fueled by desperation, inches closer to the edge of the tree branch, his eyes reflecting the turmoil within. The decision to jump, to escape the clutches of Zeke, hangs in the air like a precarious balance between life and a precipitous
“Victor, wait! Don’t!”
can leap into the abyss below, Zeke, swift as the shadows cast by the dense foliage, closes in
through the wood. As Victor stumbles backward, teetering on the edge of the branch, Zeke lunges forward with a ferocity that mirrors the primal instincts of a predator. The machete gleams in the moonlight, a cold glint that heralds the impending danger. My heart pounds in my chest as I witness the unfolding
from him!” I scream, my voice raw with desperation.
relentless in his pursuit, launches at Victor, the machete raised high
above his head.
scrambling to regain his footing, meets Zeke’s relentless assault with a desperation born of
a lethal dance of metal
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fragile thread holding us suspended between life and the
“Victor, watch out!”
strike, the machete grazing the air where he once stood. Victor, agile and quick, darts. around Zeke like a shadow avoiding the light. His movements are a blend of desperation and
represents.
with blood, Victor, fighting with a cunning ferocity, employs dirty
becomes a dissonant melody within. the natural amphitheater. In a sudden twist, Zeke regains his composure
man.
turn the tides. It hits, and I gasp. Zeke, blood streaming from his split lip, staggers backward. Victor, though wounded and hobbled, fights with a determination that defies the limitations imposed by Zeke’s brutal assault. Zeke, fueled by a
the backdrop of nature’s tapestry, elicits an involuntary flinch from Zeke. The machete, once wielded with malicious intent, hangs at Zeke’s side.
the approaching threat. As Victor nears, Zeke’s.
menace in the dappled sunlight filtering
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