The Mating Run by Leeka

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My teeth clench tightly as I stare at the knife, its blade stained with blood.

With a heavy heart, I fight back against her, driven by the need to reclaim control
in the face of insurmountable challenges. The Hunter's next advance is met with
a defiant thrust, the knife cutting through the air with a sharp swish. As it catches
her arm, a scream of agony escapes her lips, and her furious gaze locks

onto me.

The Hunter, fueled by a twisted combination of bloodlust and sa distic pleasure,
throws her head back, the sound of her maniacal laughter echoing through the
air. Indifferent to the pain, she shrugs her shoulders as if the wound on her arm is
of little consequence.

“You're just dragging it out! Hider, are you trying to turn me on with this?" she
spits, wincing as blood trickles down from her wounded arm.

I catch a fleeting glimpse of a chance to break free in the midst of our struggle.
With a burst of energy, I reach for Zeke's bag and sprint toward the nearby
thicket, the sensation of the leaves brushing against my skin. Relentless, the
Hunter pursues me, her heavy breathing filling the air, but I manage to evade her
with desperate agility.

Gasping for air and covered in bruises, I crumple against a sturdy tree trunk.
After sprinting through the dense underbrush, my breath comes in ragged gasps,
and my heart pounds in my ears. With every step I take, the Hunter's relentless
pursuit echoes behind me, like a haunting melody that sends shivers down my
spine.

Each rustle of leaves and snap of a twig seems to amplify the fear pulsing
through my veins.

I can feel her presence looming over me, her clawed hands poised to sna tch me
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our deadly game unfolds. With each step, my legs scream in agony, the burning
nsation spreading through my muscles. Balancing precariously on the verge of
rrender, the Hunter's snarls close in, until a jarring twang pierces the air, breaking
€ suspense.

A sharp whistle fills the air as an arrow narrowly misses my ear, its feathers azing
my skin.

In a moment of panic, I stumble and immediately spin around to confront the
oise. In a seamless transition, the Hunter's predatory growls morph into a
visceral urgle, forming a chilling symphony of demise.

Time comes to a halt as I pivot, and a sense of dread slowly morphs into utter
lisbelief.

With a thud, the once unstoppable Hunter collapses onto the forest floor, a
deadly arrow finding its mark between her eyes. Her face twists in fear, her
mouth agape in a soundless shriek.

end.

1 gasp, and my eyes widen as I take in the scene before me.

An arrow pierces through her skull, leaving a trail of blood in its wake.

The blaring siren pierces the air, a signal that the Hunter's life has come to an
My throat unleashes a piercing scream that cuts through the heavy, suffocating
air, reverberating among the dense foliage. As fear consumes me, my limbs
become entangled in a frenzied dance, and I stumble backward, finding solace
against a gnarled tree trunk.

My wide eyes fixate on the dead Hunter, their pale, unblinking gaze locked onto
mine.

The unsettling silence in the forest seems to magnify the rapid thumping of my
heart.

Panic engulfs me like a raging wildfire, obliterating all sense of logic and leaving
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only the primal urge to survive. Clutching the blood-stained knife, my trembling
fingers feel the icy chill of its metallic surface, grounding me in a reality teetering
on the precipice of madness.

My eyes dart from one hidden thicket to another, searching for any sign of
movement from the archer who released the arrow. There is no one to be seen in
that forest, yet I can’t shake the feeling of being watched. The hairs on the back
of my neck stand up, suggesting that someone has been lurking nearby, keeping
an eye on me. Every rustle and whisper of the wind heightens the sense of
impending danger.

“Who's there?”

I call out, my voice filled with desperation.

In the silence, my words echo back to me, creating an eerie and haunting
atmosphere. The archer remains elusive, disappearing into the shadows, leaving
me alone to grapple with the sight of the dead Hunter. Fear and disbelief cause
my body to tremble uncontrollably.

Adrenaline surges through my veins, my heart pounding in my chest, torn
between the urge to flee and the curiosity that holds me in place.

My eyes dart around, searching for any flicker of movement amidst the dense
foliage, while my ears absorb the symphony of the forest, every note carrying an
undercurrent of mysterious danger.

In the distance, a twig snaps, its ominous cra ck echoing through the forest.
Every nerve on edge, I hold my breath, trying to pinpoint the origin of the
unsettling noise.

“Show yourself!”

I shout, my voice filled with desperation, contradicting the false bravado I am
trying to project.

The air is shattered by a creaking sound, and then the rustle of leaves breaks
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the stillness, as if they have materialized out of thin air. With the knife clenched in
my trembling hand, I spin around, my heart pounding, as a figure steps out from
the shadows.

Approaching with measured steps, a silhouette emerges from the shadows, their
features hidden from view.

And then, she comes into the light, and I see her.

As Ettie emerges from the shadows, her unfamiliar eyes lock onto mine, leaving
me feeling like I am face to face with a stranger.

Her hands grip the bow tightly, while a cluster of arrows stands at attention
behind her. She has grown thin, her cheekbones jutting out prominently. She is
wearing a tracksuit splattered with blood, the stains clinging to the fabric like a
grotesque second skin. My gaze falls upon the number 46 displayed prominently
on her tracksuit.

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lock, and in the silent expanse between us, the weight of unspoken histories
hangs heavy.

The forest, once bustling with the sounds of prey and predator, now echoes with
an air of tension and mystery. Her piercing gaze bores into mine, revealing a feral
intensity that hints at the untamed nature within.

“Alina.”

She utters a raspy whisper that lingers in the air, carrying the weight of her
silence from days past. And maybe that is the case, maybe that's why she has a
pained expression on her face. We had promised to meet again, but I had never
truly anticipated it happening. I long to see her after the mating run, when we are
both committed to mates, and I won't have to witness her covered in blood
anymore.

As we stare at each other in silence, a tense heartbeat seems to linger in the air.
I can feel her eyes studying my body, as if she is looking for any wounds, and it
makes me realize my negligence in not doing the same for her. Fear overwhelms
my thoughts as doubt creeps in, questioning whether this is truly Ettle or just a
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of my mind.

Before me stands Ettie, a hunter whose presence exudes the lingering scent of
blood and primal instinct.

The image is so perplexing that it challenges the boundaries of my
comprehension. Alone and untethered, she strays from the brutal camaraderie of
her fellow Hunters, deviating from the familiar script that has etched itself into my
memories.

The silence stretches, wrapping around us like a thick blanket, making the weight
of the unspoken almost suffocating.

Hidden beneath the weariness and scars on Ettie’s face, her gaze flickers with a
whirlwind of emotions.

Is she my savior or just a fake brought on by fate?

“Ettie.”

I finally say something, breaking the awkward silence. Gripping the knife that had
once been my protector, I feel its weight pulling me down as it hangs loosely at
my side. It shows how unsure our fates are, like a surrender.

Ettie’s eyes flicker, showing a whirlwind of emotions for a moment. Her Inner
turmoil, a kaleidoscope of emotions, slips through my fingers, leaving me unable
to fully comprehend her recognition, remorse, or primal Instincts. The forest, with
all its ancient secrets, sees two people come together again after a crazy past in
the Mating Run.

“Alina, I-

Ettle begins, her words stumbling and sca ttering like leaves caught in a
relentless gust.

The distant sound of footsteps shatters the fragile silence, a foreboding
symphony of impending danger that pierces through our collective uncertainty. In
Ettle’s eyes, I catch a fleeting glimpse of vulnerability, silently urging me to trust
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“Come with me,” Urging with her eyes, her silent plea speaks volumes. “It's not
safe here.”

Ettie’s hand hangs in the air, trembling like a delicate, unresolved chord. Her
eyes, hardened by the brutality of the Mating Run, plead for a connection that
time has frayed.

I hesitate, unable to tear my gaze away from that outstretched hand. Ettie, once
my friend, now carries the weight of a hunter's burden, her eyes holding a
hardness that was not there before. Her tracksuit is splattered with blood, a
permanent reminder of her role as both predator and prey in the never-ending
cycle of hunting.

The silence between us is so awkward, it feels like a huge void where all my
doubts and fears just pour in. Doubt is hanging around before I make a decision.
Can I count on this stranger who looks like my former friend?

Did she offer her hand as a sign of peace or as a trap made from lies?

I don't know, maybe I don’t

ven wanna know.

Ettie’s hand wavers, like a fragile butterfly dancing in the breeze, extending an
uncertain invitation that speaks volumes about our intertwined past. When her
fingers recoil, it just makes her look even more vulnerable, like a mirror showing
the shattered past.

“What happened to you, Ettie?”

The words just come out, like a desperate plea. The forest, a hushed confidant,
bears witness to the unveiling of secrets etched upon Ettle’s bloodstained
canvas.

As Ettle’'s gaze meets mine, I notice a glint of remorse In her eyes, a stark
contrast to the laughter they once held. Her silence speaks louder than words, a
profound testimony to the darkness that haunts her. I walt for her to speak,
hoping she will unravel the enigma that has turned our friendship Into animosity.
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The faint buzz of the forest echoes around us, enhancing the depth of our silent
communion. Ettie opens her mouth, but the words slip away like fleeting whispers
in the wind. It's like she’s unsure of what to say, stumbling over her words and
lost in her memories.

“Alina, I-”

Her voice, so delicate, stumbles as she looks at me. There's an unspoken sorry
in the air, but the words are never said.

I am feeling really unsure, and it's obvious that things have changed between us.
Ettie, who used to keep all our secrets and make me laugh, is now a complete
stranger, marked by the harsh realities of life.

“Where have you been?”

I repeat it, emphasizing how important it is. I am desperate for answers, you
know? The chaos is overwhelming and I need some clarity.

Ettie’s eyes flicker, silently acknowledging the heaviness on her shoulders.
“Come with me, Alina,” Her imploring gaze locks onto mine, as if searching for a
lifeline in the midst of the disarray that has become our reality. “I'll tell you
everything. We'll be safe there.”

My head hesitantly nods, a silent agreement fueled by the innate need for
survival. Yet, even in agreement, the weight of my bag clutched tightly in my
hand feels like a lifeline, grounding me amidst the swirling uncertainties of
alliances and betrayals.

way.

Ignoring the turmoil I feel, Ettle casually turns around and begins leading the

I have no clue where we're going, and honestly, I have no idea if I'll be safe with
her either.

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