Fight or flight‘We need to get out of here,’ said Eli, as the noise of Caleb’s car approached us at high speed.I felt physically sick. Jasmine was going to be sacrificed as part of the end of year celebrations. Tomorrow she was going to be gutted like a fish, just as I was. She was pregnant, about to give birth to her first child and both of them were going to be killed.‘We have to go after her.’‘No,’ said Eli, taking my arm and escorting me to the car. I shook his arm off me.‘It wasn’t a question Eli, I’m not leaving her to die.’He looked at me.‘You can all come with me. We slide to her, grab her and slide back out.’‘And what if the Putarians are with her, what if there are hundreds of them.’‘There won’t be. The sacrifices aren’t until tomorrow night. They’ll have her locked away somewhere. It’s doubtful they’ll be many of them with her.’‘But if there is…’‘If there is, I’ll slide straight back out again. You have my word on that.’Eli turned away, his jaw set angrily.
