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The Mating Run by Leeka

Chapter 20
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With every stumble they make inside the cave, my eyes widen, and the darkness seems to grow

thicker, suffocating the lingering fear.

Instead of a Hunter, a disheveled figure with wild hair stumbles into the cave, looking lost.

A Hider. Like me.

The sight of her tear-stained face and trembling limbs creates an eerie atmosphere in the cave.

“Whoa, slow down, calm down!”

My voice trembles as I stammer, its echoes bouncing off the cave walls like a hesitant symphony.

Without hesitation, I make my presence known, instinctively guiding her to prevent a potential fall.

As our eyes meet, I see a desperate plea swimming within the depths of the Hider’s gaze. The tracksuit

she wears is in tatters, with bloodstains marring the fabric and blending together into an unrecognizable

blur. I don’t see a number to identify her with, and her trembling hands suggest she might not even

remember her own name.

She remains frozen, shaking uncontrollably, as I come closer to her. Her pants are becoming

increasingly wet as fear takes hold of her, a clear indication that she has peed herself out of the belief

that I am a Hunter.

I raise my hands up in defense, trying to ease her concerns and showing her that I pose no threat.

“What happened?”

I ask, my voice trailing off and creating an uneasy silence. The Hider’s breaths are ragged, sounding

like a desperate melody that emphasizes the seriousness of her ordeal. She speaks in hesitant, broken

sentences, her words a jumbled mix of fear and urgency.

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“Monsters, they… they got my friend-,”

With a shaky whisper, she mumbles, her voice piercing through the silence,

unsettling me to the core. As tears stream down the Hider’s face, she can feel the cool touch of despair

on her cheeks.

“I-Iran, but they’re relentless. I don’t know how many are left… I just… I need a

moment.

Clutching the sides of her tattered tracksuit, her trembling hands betray her shattered composure. My

eyes dart around the entrance of the cave, a tingling sensation running down my spine as I anticipate

the appearance of the monsters she warned me about, their dark shapes elongated by the waning

daylight.

“Just calm down and breathe. Come on, you can do it!”

I urge, but my words seem to dissolve into the air, unable to provide any comfort in the face of the

unfolding nightmare. As the Hider sinks to the cave floor, the sound of her ragged breaths roverberates

through the darkness.

The Hider, a disheveled specter of terror, hositates for a moment, her rapid. breaths filling the air with a

sense of unease as her eyes lock onto mine, desperate for safety.

Maintaining a cautious distance, I observe the Hider’s trombling frame, a somber testament to the

indelible trauma they have endured. The cave feels heavy and suffocating, as if the darkness has

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seeped into its very essence.

“Don’t worry, you can take your time, no one will harm you in here.”

I murmur, my voice barely audible, offering a gentle reassurance amidst the unyielding uncertainty.

Haunted by what she has seen, the Hider’s eyes flicker with a mix of gratitude and desperation.

I can see the Hider’s eyes, a mosaic of fear and gratitude, searching for comfort in my gaze. And so I

nod again, reiterating the exact words I just uttered.

“You can trust me, you’re safe.”

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With cautious steps, I retrieve a handful of plump, ripe berries from my dwindling supply and a small

container of refreshing water. When the Hider sees the meager food I am giving her, her eyes, still

haunted by the horrors she has faced, widen with surprise.

“Grab a bite and have a drink. It’s not a lot, but it’ll make a difference.”

I say, my voice barely above a whisper, a gentle murmur.

With trembling hands, she eagerly reaches for the berries and water, her body craving sustenance as if

it has been deprived for days. And maybe, just maybe, she hasn’t at all. The cave’s shadows twist and

turn, creating elongated silhouettes that seem to mimic the fragility of her spirit.

The Hider, her cheeks stained with tears, gobbles up the berries recklessly, her hunger overpowering

any sense of self-control.

I observe silently, witnessing the heaviness of her predicament with each desperate bite. Her faint s

obs intertwine with the reverberating echoes, filling the confined space with a melancholic melody.

While she chews, the mixture of desperation and starvation clings to her every bite, her tears

intermingling with the berries. The Hider has faced horrors that I can’t even fathom, and yet she eagerly

devours the meager offerings before her.

“You might wanna take it easy, you might choke.”

I suggest, my voice filled with a soft plea for consideration.

The Hider’s hunger consumes her, leaving her oblivious to everything else around her. With a gentle

push, I offer her more berries, hoping that the shared act of indulging in their juiciness will bring our

divergent worlds closer together,

I watch, my eyes fixed on the heart-wrenching scene unfolding in front of me, unable to look away. The

sound of the Hider’s so bs, muf fled by the berries in her mouth, fills the air, resonating with the echoes

of her recent ordeal.

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But she pays little heed, her insatiable hunger driving her to abandon any notion of propriety. The

cave’s shadows wrap around her like ghostly figures, emphasizing the despair etched onto her face.

“They… They got hold of my friend. I thought she was finally going to find at mate, but he just had sex

with her and took her life. I have no idea how he pulled that off, with all the cameras and stuff. It wasn’t

as crazy last year. That’s why me and my friend decided to join. If only I had known it would be this

bad, I never would have registered.”

Gasping for breath, she finally manages to articulate her words, each one piercing the air with a chilling

revelation.

The weight of her confession lingers in the cave, a heavy silence that magnifies. the brutality of the

Mating Run. I can’t comprehend the depths of her grief, but the tears that mix with the berries paint a

vivid picture.

As the Hider finishes eating the last of the berries, a solemn understanding passes between us, casting

a somber mood.

“I have no idea what to say, sorry.”

My murmured words hang delicately in the air, adding to the weight of the moment. The Hider looks up,

her tear-streaked face illuminated by the faint light, and in that fleeting moment, our eyes connect in a

wordless understanding.

reach out, offering a silent gesture of solidarity, and feel her trembling shoulder beneath my hand. As

the Hider chews the last remnants of the berries, their eyes meet mine, filled with a blend of

thankfulness and sorrow.

With trembling hands, she places the empty water bottle on the ground after she’s done with it, and as I

shift my gaze from the stains to her battered figure, a

gasp escapes me

The bruises on her body resemble morbid tattoos, with each one appearing bloodier and more vivid

than the last. It hasn’t occurred to me how dreadful they are until I catch a whiff of the putrid, sickly

smell emanating from some of them.

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“Holy cr ap, what happened to you?”

In a hushed whisper, I let the words escape, heavy with the weight of unanswered questions. Her eyes

lock onto the tattered remnants of her clothes, clinging desperately to her, as she looks down. Unaware

of the severity of her wounds, she blinks, her expression unchanged.

“I… I don’t even know.”

Her response is soft, almost trembling, revealing her fragile state.

Without another word, I reach for Zeke’s bag. As I reach into the bag, my hands fumble clumsily,

struggling to find what I’m looking for. My hands clumsily search through the bag, feeling the familiar

shape of the bandages, a glimmer of hope as I realize there are still some left. I have no idea how he

got them, but I’m not about to question his generosity.

$9.”

“Hey, what’s your number? Mine’s 9.”

Wanting to divert her, I speak firmly, my voice carrying determination. The Hider takes a deep breath,

then reluctantly discloses the digits etched on her tracksuit, her voice barely above a whisper.

“57”

With each layer of fabric I peel away, the sight of her injuries unfolds before me, painting a gruesome

picture in my mind. As she rolls up her sleeve, a ghastly sight greets me – her entire arm is marred by

bruises, welts, and cuts.

I try my hardest to keep myself from retching.

The Hider winces in discomfort as I carefully wrap the bandages, the air filled with a symphony of

muted pain.

The bandages, barely clinging to her battered body, provide little relief to the physical wounds that

mirror the deep emotional scars etched into her soul.

As I secure the last bandage, the Hider’s smile radiates genuine appreciation.

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“Thanks, I don’t even know what would’ve happened if I hadn’t made it here.”

With a subtle nod, I acknowledge that I know the answer, but I keep it to myself.

If she hadn’t stumbled upon this place, she would’ve been done for.

Nothing else but that.

Just as I am about to slip away, ensuring the Hider can finally rest, a flash of red. catches my attention.

As my gaze falls upon the Hider, my eyes widen in horror at the sight of blood streaming down the side

of their forehead. Swift and unyielding panic consumes me, my heart pounding in my chest as I hurry

towards her, my footsteps reverberating through the cave.

“Did you take a hit to the head?”

I blurt out, my words tumbling out of my mouth in a desperate plea for her to notice. She appears

confused by my outburst, and it takes her a moment to gather her thoughts and respond. Frustration

wells up inside me, causing me to click my tongue. I reach out and touch the side of her head, carefully

swiping at the blood and revealing it to her.

“You’re bleeding. Did someone hit you?”

The Hider, still caught in the mire of her own ordeal, touches her head, her fingers stained with the

crimson testimony of her injuries.

I don’t remember. She tells me, shaking her head even as more blood trickles down her forehead.

Frustration surges through me as I curse, my hand instinctively reaching for the bandages once more. I

have no idea the extent of her wounds, but I should have noticed the bloodstains on her clothes before

anything else. The only wounds I discovered were on her arms, but it’s possible she has more on her

legs.

However, I need to prioritize her head for now.

“Hey, come on, give me an answer. Remember what happened before you got here?”

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Repeating myself, I tear a few pieces of the bandage from the roll, as I swiftly dampen a clean cloth

with water. If she has been here for a few hours, her untreated wound would have surely worsened in

that time.

I begin to suspect that it is deeper than what I thought. I need her to continue talking, the urgency

growing. If she allows the gaping, bleeding wound to go untreated, there will be dire consequences.

“I was running when they tackled my friend, and then they stabbed her.”

The Hider mutters, blinking as if trying to stay awake. I watch in horror as more blood slowly drips down

her forehead. I let out another curse, closing the distance. between us as swiftly as possible.

“One of them had a hammer, maybe he hit me with it…”

She muses, her laughter spilling out of her like a bubbling brook.

“I suppose that’s why I was feeling a bit off.”

Her eyes roll to the back of her head, and she slumps to the ground, fainting in front of me. She falls to

the cave floor, her body folding like a ragdoll.

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