Disclaimer: I don't own anything. And this ideas been done a thousand times before, but I guess I had to do it too. So sorry.
"Bind him!" Jack's voice was a strange mix between excitement and terror. But Ralph couldn't figure out why Jack sounded scared.
Roger quickly ran forward with vines. He'd been waiting for a long time to do this. He forced Ralph onto his stomach, the sand going into his fresh wounds and he whimpered. Roger put his knees on either side of Ralph's waste, and sat on the small of his back. He took each of Ralph's hands and bound them together behind his back. Roger started to stand, but at the last second he forced Ralph's head down, suffocating him, and getting his mouth and nose full of sand.
Ralph choked, trying to roll over onto his stomach. Roger forced him to stay on his stomach, as he faced the other way. He quickly bound Ralph's legs together, so even if he got up, taking a step would force him back down.
Jack cleared his throat to say something, but Roger didn't stop. He stood up, and forced Ralph's feet up to his hands, binding all of his limbs together in a hog tie. He stood up and whipped some sweat from his brow, taking off some of the blood that had been caked upon there.
Jack looked down at his trophy who was no longer was struggling, but looked furious at being treated in such a way. Roger looked at Jack, wanting praise, but praise didn't come. It never came when Ralph was around.
"Go now. Fetch a stick, a large one, so we can carry him back to Castle Rock." Jack squatted down beside Ralph, running his hand along the boy's sweaty spine. Roger frowned, but soon shoed the hunters off, and left himself. Roger knew the Chief wanted time with his prize.
"So what's it like, Ralphie?" Jack's hand slid back up Ralph's spine as he gripped at the back of Ralph's neck. "Bound and gagged?" He gripped Ralph's neck harder, fingers digging in.
Ralph choked and moved his head from side to side, franticly, trying to get Jack to let go. Jack snickered and rolled the shorter boy onto his side, looking at his front. He ran his fingers close to the scrapes and bloody chunks of sand sticking out of them, an attempt to clean them out.
Ralph winced. "What are you doing?"
"Can't have you die, can I?" Jack flashed Ralph a grin. Again, Jack sounded torn in two. Half of his voice was in a bloodlust. Jack wanted to hurt Ralph. Half seemed that he truly didn't want to have Ralph killed. Killed or hurt.
Ralph's breathing got shallower, as his eyes began to close. His adrenalin was wearing out, and soon he wouldn't be conscious at all. Jack grinned again, humming a lullaby. It wasn't very comforting. His once c sharp voice had gotten raspier and any sound Jack made resembled a battle cry.
Jack was stroking Ralph's fair hair when Roger returned with some other boys. Roger frowned at first, but seeing the wild glint in Jack's eye, he knew there was another reason for showing affection to him. "Got the stick, Chief." Roger said.
"Great." Jack mumbled idly as he stood up, and finally broke his gaze from the sleeping Ralph. His words weren't praising Roger. Jack was just glad to have the stick. "Wonderful. Give it to me."
Roger handed over the large stick and Jack slid it between Ralph's legs and arms, making a way to carry him back with. "Be gentle with him. Samneric you take that side, me and Roger'll take this side." He lifted the stick with Ralph onto his shoulder, as did the other three boys. Their heights didn't match. The taller two were in front, so Ralph's stomach grazed some rocks some times. He'd give a slight moan every time that happened.
Every time Jack grinned.
Once they deposited Ralph in Jack's cave, the four boys went out to the others. As soon as Samneric and Roger had sat down before him, Jack raised his arms in triumph and all the other boys cheered wildly. It was a great and successful hunt.
"First!" Jack yelled as the cheering died down. "None of you are to see or touch the prisoner. He is still dangerous. He needs time to be molded into one of us. I take that as my burden!"
At first, nothing happened. But after a hard look to the group, Maurice yelled out. "Our Chief's the noblest man alive! He's always looking out to make our lives easier." Another loud cheer went up, and Jack grinned in acceptance to the comment.
He put his hands in the air, demanding silence. "Do make myself clear though? He's dangerous. Do not go near him or talk to him without my permission."
Heads bobbed and Samneric looked at each other with worried glances, and Roger shot them both a look as if to say, 'do not dare defy the chief.'
As Jack watched Roger's glance he grinned and said, "And if you defy me you will have to answer to Roger." Roger sat up taller at being acknowledged. With his back straightening, many of the people near him looked away and scooted silently from him. Jack grinned at his second-in-command.
The wind blew and Jack's red hair spun around him like a lion's main in the breeze. "Eric and Roger, you two make a hunting party and go out hunting. Sam and Henry, stay here."
Samneric looked at each other. They were being forced apart by their leader. Sam didn't know what to do at first. One can't defy their chief, and maybe he was going to let him see Ralph. Sam walked forward, Henry at his side, and stood to face Roger and Eric. Roger was quickly assembling a hunting team and freshening their masks.
Eric looked from Sam to Roger. Sure, Sam had to stay with the Chief and that probably meant he was in trouble. But Eric had to go with Roger. Being with Roger was like being locked into a cage, starving, while someone dangled meat in front of you. Especially for Eric. Roger took Eric's hair and pulled him closer, whispering something in his ear. Jack didn't seem to care. He turned around and looked into his cave where Ralph slept. Soon Roger and Eric, whom was near tears, led the boys to go hunting.
"Come with me." Jack said as he walked into the cave. There was a fire going on the inside, and they could see Ralph's figure in the shadows. They were surprised, however, to see that every vine was untied.
Jack looked down at the body, and said nothing. Sam looked at his Chief, trying to decide what he was thinking. His face showed two sides. A look between anger and hatred, complete loathing, worry and concern was shown. "What's wrong with him?"
Henry looked surprised at this question but kneeled down next to Ralph. His chest looked bad with the sand in it and ran his fingers over one of the cuts. Jack made an uneasy, angry movement, and Henry stood up. "I think he's just tired, sir."
Sam nodded. "Tired from the chase."
Henry nodded too. "Do you want us to clean him up for you?"
Jack scowled. "What's that suppose to mean?" He held his hand back, ready to hit the boy.
Henry shook his head and backed away, holding his hands up in front of him. "No-Nothing, sir. I just thought you wanted him to get better."
"Why would I want him to get better?" Jack said angrily.
"I… I dunno."
Jack started to calm down, and looked at Ralph, who stirred with the yelling. "No. Don't bother. Get out. Now! Go start a fire for the feast."
Both boys nodded and rushed out before Jack could yell again.
Jack looked at Ralph, and collapsed on the floor next to him when the other two got out. "We didn't wound you bad." Jack said, quietly, pushing Ralph's hair from his eyes. "It hurt, I bet. But it was Roger that got the sand in your wounds. Remember that, Ralph. It was never me." Jack brushed some sand from one of the wounds, causing Ralph to wince.
"What happens when you wake up?" Jack said out loud, though talking to himself. "You won't believe me. I told Roger to bind you. You'll always hate me, Ralph."
Jack sighed and moved away from the smaller boy, his knees coming to his chest and he put his head down. "I'm scared, Ralph."
Jack was quite for a long time. He didn't want to talk to Ralph anymore. He didn't want to look at Ralph. Ralph was the enemy. He always had been and he always will be. Finally, he was given time away, when Roger poked his head into the cave. "Chief? We got the pig."
Roger looked around. Jack looked sad, and this angered Roger. Roger always tried to do things to make Jack happy, for as long as he could remember. Ralph was always screwing that up.
"Great." Jack said again and he stood up and walked over to Roger. As soon as he was out of the cave, his sadness flew away. He was cheering around the pig carcass like the rest of them. He cheered and he looked happy. When the pig was done, he cut off his piece, a piece twice as large as he normally got, and walked back to his cave. The closer he came to the cave. The more worried he looked.
Roger didn't join in with the dancing and cheering. He never did but he always watched. He noticed the change the Chief had made from in there, to out here, and going back to the cave. He knew it was Ralph that was feeding off of Jack. Ralph was making his Chief unhappy. Something had to be done.
(NA: Okay. Well I don't know what I should do from here. So suggestions and such would be a whole lot of help.)