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The Mating Run by Leeka

Chapter 30
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Ettie’s hands, still coated in blood, move smoothly and deftly, a stark contrast to the violence that

unfolded moments before.

She’s acting like everything is normal, as if the scent of iron and the sight of stained leaves on the

forest floor don’t bother her. She tries to ignore the sight of Elijah’s motionless figure sprawled on the

ground behind her. I find it impossible to look away –

from the gruesome scene before me the shattered remnants of a

person now reduced to a macabre display of mangled flesh.

“Are you in the mood for food, Alina?”

Ettie’s voice resonates, breaking through the foggy atmosphere, creating a sharp contrast to the

lingering presence of the unspeakable act. Seeking a response, her eyes lock with mine, silently

pleading for a nod of agreement, as the comforting scents of the meal attempt to mask the haunting

presence that lingers. in this hut.

With trembling effort, I nod in agreement, unable to tear my eyes away from the unsettling sight behind

her. The forest is eerily quiet, as if it anticipates the return of normalcy. But normalcy feels like a distant

memory, fading away into the shadows of the past.

Ettie smiles, but her eyes remain distant and unfocused.

“Good. Let’s eat before anything else. So, there’s this cool spot just a few meters away, with a pond full

of fish. We could go fishing later, maybe.”

Fishing. The word echoes emptily in the silence following the violence. I try to focus on her words,

picturing a tranquil pond where the stillness is only interrupted. by the occasional splash of a fish.

But the image is tainted by the vivid memory of Elijah’s shattered skull, replaying in my mind like a

gruesome movie scene.

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As Ettie tends to the cooking, I struggle to avert my eyes from the gruesome sight. Inside my mind, a

storm rages, with waves of unease relentlessly crashing against the fragile shore of composure.

Although I should be repulsed and horrified, a strange numbness has taken its place, leaving me

feeling detached..

The tantalizing aroma of sizzling meat permeates the air, creating a stark contrast to the lingering

silence between us. I watch Ettie, her movements precise. and deliberate. I struggle to grasp her words

as the relentless images in my mind overpower her distant echoes.

“Alina, are you okay?”

Startled by Ettie’s voice, I snap out of my daze and become aware of my surroundings. Her eyes meet

mine, and I can’t help but notice a momentary flicker of concern in her gaze.

“Yeah,” I mutter, my words barely audible and filled with a sense of inadequacy. How can anyone be

okay after witnessing something so gruesome? The sound of Elijah’s screams echoes in my ears,

refusing to fade. “I’m fine.”

Ettie nods, her eyes filled with a mix of understanding and vulnerability.

“The steak will be done before you know it. I found some herbs that will make it tastier. You’re cool with

that, right?”

With a nod, I manage a shaky smile on my lips.

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As the aroma of sizzling meat fills the air, my stomach growls with hunger. With a flick of her wrist, Ettie

flips the steak, and the sizzle grows more pronounced as it hits the makeshift pan.

“Ettie,” My voice, rough and scratchy, finally breaks through the silence as speak. “Are… Are we…

Shouldn’t we move the…”

As our gazes intertwine, I notice a brief hesitation, a flicker of uncertainty in Ettie’s eyes. She opens her

mouth, as if about to speak, but her voice gets caught in her throat, leaving her speechless.

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nstead, she offers a tight-lipped smile, her eyes pleading silently to let it go.

“How about we eat before anything else, Aline? We better not wait or the steak will be cold.”

She says, the words flowing from her lips like a practiced monologue, as she’s desperately seeking

affirmation.

Taking a quick glance back, I am confronted with the sight of Elijah’s lifeless and bloodied form on the

ground, intensifying the weight of the choice we both

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Ettie serves the sizzling steak on improvised plates, and we settle down on rough-hewn logs. The

cooked meat presents itself with an enticing aroma, yet a disconcerting notion remains that it bears a

resemblance to the contents within Elijah’s skull.

“You know, Elijah was the one who actually discovered and told me about this pond.”

Between bites, Ettie speaks, her voice laced with an attempt to bring normalcy to our conversation. The

mere mention of the name fills me with unease, yet Ettie shows no sign of being bothered. I couldn’t

ignore the manic look in her eyes; it was

wild and unsettling.

“He said there’s a ton of fish there. Let’s try to get some food later, something more satisfying than

this.”

I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand, trying to rid myself of the lingering bitter taste of the steak,

but it does little to mask the storm raging within me. When Ettie looks at me, her eyes convey a sense

of resolve mixed with weariness. Despite her efforts to restore normalcy to our shared reality, the

burden of Elijah’s death weighs heavily on my conscience.

The hut stretches out before me, the walls and floor appearing hazy and indistinct, as if the weight of

our shared horror has dulled its vibrant hues. Ettie clears her throat, shattering the suffocating silence.

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“Alina, we need to tough it out. I did what I had to do. I had no choice.”

Her words are like a lifeline, keeping me afloat in this uncertain sea. But these images keep replaying

in my mind-the blood, the brutality, the life being taken

away.

“Ettie,” With great effort, I manage to speak again, my voice barely reaching a whisper. “How can you

just go on like nothing’s wrong? How can you just go ahead and… Just whip up some food and

casually talk about fishing?”

A solemn exchange passes between Ettie and me as our eyes meet, acknowledging the unspoken

reality.

“Alina, we have no other choice. This is our only chance at getting through this. The whole game is

ruthless, we can’t let guilt eat us up.”

Guilt. The word reverberates deep within me, a relentless sensation that threatens to consume any hint

of composure. I shake my head vigorously, as if attempting to banish the haunting images that linger in

the depths of my thoughts.

“We had a life before all this, Ettie. We had choices.” Strained, I murmur, my voice barely a whisper.

“Seriously, what went wrong with us? What was I thinking when I thought this was a good idea?”

Her eyes shifting, Ettie’s attention is drawn to the distant horizon.

She remains silent, and for a brief moment, I feel a sense of relief wash over me.

A lump forms in my throat, the weight of unshed tears threatening to break

free.

“Alina.”

Ettie’s voice softens, its soothing tone a fragile refuge in the midst of turmoil. With a sigh, she pulls me

towards her, her arm securely wrapped around my

shoulder.

“I did whatever is necessary to guarantee your survival. Elijah would kill you,

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claim you, take everything from us. There’s no chance I’m gonna let that happen.”

As her words reach my ears, they resonate deep within the hollow chamber of my conscience, leaving

a lasting impact. Elijah, who is once a trusted ally, has now transformed into a formidable threat. The

violence and brutality of it all make it hard for me to accept the choices made in the name of survival,

considering who I used

to be.

I glance at the abandoned plates, the empty shells of our meal now serving as a painful reminder of the

sacrifices we’ve made. Without warning, tears well up in my eyes, transforming the hut into a blurry,

watery mirage. I try to hold them back, to maintain the façade of strength, but the dam breaks, and the

tears spill over, leaving salty trails on my cheeks.

“Ettie,” Guilt weighs me down, making it difficult to articulate my thoughts. “I can’t… I can’t pretend like

everything’s okay. I can’t forget what we did.”

“I did it. You did nothing wrong, Alina.”

A softening of Ettie’s expression reveals a vulnerability that is rarely seen. beneath her stoic exterior.

As she reaches out, her hand hovers uncertainly before gently landing on my cheek. With a smile, she

rests her forehead against mine, and I can feel her warm breath against my skin.

“It’s alright to have feelings. But we can’t let it control us. Our only option is to move forward, no matter

what.”

I shake my head, tears streaming down my face, unable to suppress the gut-wrenching sobs. “How are

you not freaking out? How can you live with what we’ve done? He’s dead!”

With a sigh, Ettie’s gaze drifts off, lost in thought.

“Alina, I make a call. I choose to protect you, to survive. I’ll shoulder the responsibility for that choice,

but I won’t allow it to crush me. And I won’t let it tear you apart either.”

However, I’m already shattered into countless pieces.

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The tears continue to flow, a relentless downpour of grief and guilt that escapes my control. With her

thumbs, Ettie wipes away my tears, trying to bring comfort to both of us in the midst of our turmoil.

“Cut it out, Alina, no more tears. There’s no reason to feel guilty. I’d go to great lengths to save you.”

Ettie’s words escape her lips like a fragile breath, unable to mend the widening divide inside.

I try to gather myself, to regain some semblance of composure, but the heaviness of Elijah’s death

weighs on me, filling the air with a lingering sense of violence. I gently disentangle myself from Ettie’s

embrace, using the back of my hand to wipe away my tears.

“He makes sure you don’t die, Ettie.” My voice escapes in a h oarse murmur, barely audible. “He has

your back when you’re all by yourself. And now… now he’s

gone.”

In a matter of seconds, Ettie’s gaze sharpens, radiating a chilling energy.

“Alina, there’s a price to pay for survival. We can’t save everyone.”

“But-”

Then, Ettie takes a swift and decisive step forward.

With determination and unwavering resolve, she leaves a crimson trail in her wake, dragging Elijah’s

lifeless body across the rough, rocky floor of the hut. As I watch in shock, my senses are overwhelmed

by the unsettling sight playing out in

front of me.

Ettie’s grip on Elijah’s leg remains firm, providing a sense of security amidst the prevailing stillness.

Witnessing the crimson streaks left in Elijah’s wake, my breath catches in my throat, a visceral reaction

to the brutal violence that has unfolded within these stone walls. The air seems to hold onto the

palpable presence of violence.

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“Ettie,” I manage to whisper, my voice barely audible and filled with tremors. My eyes dart towards the

cameras, and I can’t help but feel the weight of their scrutiny. “What are you doing?”

There is a pause before Ettie responds.

Undeterred, she persists in her morbid task, dragging Elijah’s lifeless body towards the entrance of the

hut. The sound of his limbs scraping against the rocky floor reverberates through the confined space,

sending shivers down my spine.

“He’s dead, Alina,” Finally, Ettie’s voice breaks the silence with a soft murmur. “…And the forest has a

way of reclaiming what belongs to it.”

Suppressing a scream, I trail behind Ettie, the chilling cave air giving way to the suffocating scrutiny of

the forest.

The forest stands tall, its ancient trees serving as guardians of our shared secret. With a release of her

grip, Ettie lets go of Elijah’s leg, causing his body to slump to the ground with a jarring thud. I can’t stop

staring at the scene-Elijah, lying lifeless on the ground, a reminder of how fragile life is.

“Elijah was a really cool friend.” Ettie murmurs softly, her eyes locked on the motionless figure. I

couldn’t help but notice the vacant expression in her eyes as she glances at me over her shoulder. “But

the second he laid a finger on you, Alina, the second he even entertained the idea of making you his,

he was good as dead.”

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