Fever: Blood runs deep in the Merridue family; so it's not surprising that when Jack's little sister survives the plane crash, an animal, thirsting for blood breaks through her innocent facade. Roger/OC
I don't own Lord of the Flies or any of the characters except Abigail. I'm not sure why I have to say this since if I were the original author, I wouldn't be posting this on a FAN sight.
Rated T for violence and moderate suggestive themes. Honestly though, if you got through the book okay, I'm sure you can handle this.
I'm going to try to update as fast as possible but I won't ever post something until I'm satisfied so It might be a week or two between updates.
Chapter 1
Loud obnoxious beeping filled my ears as I stepped through the airport metal detector. A tall man in uniform approached me with a look on his face that was all too satisfied as he began the routine security pat down. I gave him the dirtiest look I could muster, but he didn't seem to notice, as he took his time feeling me up; Until he asked me to open my mouth and smirked when he saw my tongue piercing; assuming that was what set off the alarm, he let me go. This guy must be new at the job or just really stupid, because piercings are too little for the machines to sense. If he hadn't been so busy "checking" my back pockets, he probably would have noticed the Swiss army knife in my sock.
Jack, being the protective older brother he is, would usually have something to say to him, but he was so busy worrying about missing our plane and only stopped to give the man a deadly glair.
I went to an all girls' boarding school called Saint Jain's Boarding Academy for Girls, which was near Jack's military academy; but because we're related, we were able to get on the same flight. We just barley arrived at the terminal when our flight was announced and Jack pulled me over to the line of boys waiting to board.
They all wore their dorky school uniforms, but a select few, including my brother, wore choir capes and hats. Whenever Jack sported his costume in my presence I always made sure to tease him, then again, when he took off the stupid hat I could still tease him about his ginger-ness. I don't hold any personal grudge against gingers, but Jack is so far the only one in our family to inherit the trait, and I know it bothers him. So of coarse, as part of my sisterly duties, I make fun of him for it at every chance I get; but now didn't seem like the time to bring it up.
Unlike my brother, I have long black hair and dark brown eyes. However, I do share his sharp facial structure and curls. Height wise, he has about five inches on me, putting me at the very mediocre stature of 5'6. I was also in uniform, which consisted of your cliché white fitted blouse, green and black plaid tie, with a matching, degradingly short skirt, along with a horrible woolen blazer; To top it off, knee-high socks and black leather shoes. I'm guessing that when Saint Jain's picked the uniforms, they were going for a classy but youthful look- it appeared more as though I had just stepped off the set of your stereotypical Japanese porno.
A dark haired boy, also in choir attire, greeted Jack with a nod. They immediately struck up a conversation, but the dark haired boy was letting my brother do most of the talking while he would mostly nod, or occasionally throw in a quiet word or two or a seldom low chuckle. Once there was a break in their conversation, Jack seemed to remember that he hadn't introduced us.
"Oh right, Roger this is my sister, Abigail. Abigail, Roger." He said, motioning between us. I awkwardly waved at him, Shyly remaining mute. Roger gave me a swift nod in return, just like he had to Jack earlier. Although he also stayed silent towards me, he didn't seem shy like in my case, just slightly hostile. His grey eyes appeared murky and cold; but then again, I couldn't really tell since his ebony hair nearly covered them. He stood at about Jack's height, maybe an inch or two taller, but was noticeably less gangly; instead he had a sturdier build. His quiet, sullen disposition was surprisingly attractive on him. Of coarse, he was attractive to begin with but his attitude complimented him well.
We boarded the plane and Jack gave me the window seat so he could talk to Roger who sat across the aisle. Almost as soon as we were in the air, I fell asleep, right after instructing Jack to wake me when we landed.
After what felt like five minutes of rest, I woke to someone violently shaking me. It didn't feel like I had slept for the entire eight hours of the flight's duration, and I was right.
"Abigail, wake up!" Jack shouted in my ear. "The plain is going down!" I was now wide-awake as I hurriedly unbuckled my seatbelt and reached for the parachute under my seat as the craft bounced and swerved. I was trying to figure out how to put it on, but never got the chance; a loud squeaking noise cut off my train of though and with a loud crack, the plain split in half, spilling many of the passengers onto the small island below.
While landing on the Jungle floor was still brutal, the vines and twigs I snagged on the way down lessened the blow. I lay there in a dizzy haze for I'm not sure how long when I herd my name being called.
"Abigail! Abigail!" I would recognize that voice anywhere, no mater how shaky and fear laced it came out.
"Jack?" I called in reply, hoping he would find me. We kept calling to each other, reminding me of the Marco, Polo game we used to play in the local swimming pool as children. Finally, he came into my line of sight along with the rest of the choirboys. He looked panic stricken, and his cloths were tattered and dirty; I'm sure my own appearance was similar to his.
"Abigail, you're alright!" Relief washed through me as Jack gave me a quick but affectionate hug. He explained the sound of the horn that I had apparently missed, and we headed in the direction that he estimated the noise had come from.
I marched next to Roger, both of us flanking my brother. Soon Jack started to sing one of their choir songs. I didn't join in since I don't know the words; plus, where Jack inherited my mother's vocal skills, I did not, so it's best that I avoid such activities as not to embarrass myself. Next to me, Roger only mouthed the words, which I didn't find surprising; he doesn't exactly come off as the singer type. I imagine that he only joined the chorus as some sort of deal to avoid expulsion or something. The thought of him joining any extra curricular activity of his own free will, especially one with such stupid uniforms, was humorous.
We followed the noise across the island, assuming that it was made by a horn, and when we found the source, there would be adults waiting to rescue us or at least create some sort of order. But when we arrived at the beach, all we found was a blond boy holding a shell, several young children, and a pudgy boy who seemed to be attempting to control them. Jack immediately started questioning the blond boy whose name I learned was Ralph. He was attractive, but the more he talked, the more I found his personality to be quite average and boring.
Apparently there were no adults and no means of rescue. Many ideas were brought up on what we should do but as soon as someone suggested electing a chief, I knew my brother would want the job. Many of the younger boys wanted Ralph to be chief, which I suppose was understandable since he was probably the one to find them; of coarse they would be loyal to their island mommy.
It was put to a vote; I obviously voted for Jack, along with the entire choir, but even still, Ralph won the election. He made Jack in charge of the chorus, I'm guessing in an attempt to cool his flaring temper. Of coarse, my brother, tying to look as manly as possible in compensation for his loss, decided the choir would be hunters. As soon as he announced this, I knew I would be put in a very awkward and frustrating position; Being Jack's sister, of coarse I would officially be a hunter, but I also knew that because of his natural protectiveness over me, I would not be allowed to actually hunt. I would probably be stuck with some lame job that Jack deemed "safe" like cooking or god forbid, taking care of the littluns. Besides that, I was just now realizing that I am the only girl. I'm used to hanging out with boys since during the summers Jack would always have friends over and I always end up playing with them when I get bored, considering I had a hard time making friends of my own. I wasn't too nervous about interacting with the boys as much as I was dreading having to entertain the children.
Ralph and Jack were now leaving to get a bearing of the land along with another boy from the choir named Simon, who had apparently fainted earlier. How did I miss that? Anyway I wasn't particularly worried about him, Jack had occasionally complained about Simon during vacation; apparently he's constantly passing out and interrupting practice. As they were about to leave, Jack walked over to me.
"I want you to be careful while I'm gone." he instructed me.
"I'll try." I replied dully, annoyed that he thought I needed him.
"I'm serious Abigail, I don't know some of these guys, they might give you a hard time." seeing as he was genuinely worried, I let up on the sarcasm.
"I'll be fine, I have my knife with Me." he smirked at this.
"You got yours through security too? They really need to improve their system at the airport." He said jokingly, I smiled.
"Just go, I'll be fine" I told him, he hesitated for a second, but turned and joined Ralph and Simon, however not before having a quick word with Roger. Words that I'm assuming had something to do with the dark haired boy watching me in his absence. Just as I had predicted, as soon as Jack was out of sight, Roger came over and sat down a safe distance from me.
"Did Jack tell you to watch me?" he nodded, I rolled my eyes and sighed. After what felt like an eternity of sitting awkwardly under Roger's gaze, I realized how dry my throat was.
"Has anybody found a spring yet?" I asked hopefully.
"I don't think so," He replied in a deep voice, or at least deeper than Jack's, that I was just now fully hearing for the first time.
"Do you want to go look for one?" he shrugged and sat up from his position in the sand. I followed him into the jungle, half wondering how someone as loud as Jack could be friends with someone so quiet. I usually don't mind silence; In fact I've always found my brother's large mouth to be a bit obnoxious, but the silence between Roger and I was heavy and awkward. I contemplated starting a conversation several times, but whenever I looked up and opened my mouth, the look on his brooding face scarred me back into silence.
Instead I took this opportunity to really absorb what just happened. We crashed on a deserted island in the middle of nowhere, without any adults, or any females beside myself. I was surprisingly calm, and this fact saddened me because it meant I have nothing substantial, nothing that I really care about to go back to. The only thing about my life back home that I would have missed is Jack, and he's here with me. I never developed attachments to luxury items like my soft bed and running water; they were nice to have, but I have no problem functioning without them. People say you never realize what you have until it's gone, but in my case, I never realized how dull my life was until now, when I have a chance for a new one. Even with this realization however, I didn't allow myself to wish not to be rescued, only because of how obvious it is that some people do want to go home. It would be selfish of me to not take them into consideration, even though I knew very well that my desires wouldn't sway fate.
I did hope to stay here a little longer though. It would be interesting to try out this new life, since obviously my old one was lacking something. I'm not sure what that something is but I have a feeling I'll find it here. Or maybe that's just me being hopeful again.
I was pulled out of my thoughts when Roger suddenly swung his arm out across my stomach causing me to gasp and skid to a stop. I gave him a questioning look and he pointed to the snuffling pig about thirty yards in front of us. It only took a glance at each other to form a mutual understanding and we both started to creep towards the animal. I pulled my knife of my sock and opened it to the largest blade there was, which still wasn't very big, so I knew that if I were to get close enough to the pig, it would take multiple stabs before it stopped struggling.
I never got a chance to test my theory however since the creature seemed to sense our presence and quickly scurried off. Where I immediately admitted defeat, excepting the fact that I wasn't a very fast runner and couldn't catch the pig if I tried, Roger took off after it, seemingly having no qualms about wrestling it to the ground himself when he had no weapon and no defense. I trailed behind him, having more difficulty moving through the thick foliage; it was almost eerie, how swiftly he moved.
His determination didn't matter though, the pig disappeared into a small burrow where she was out of harms way. Although the burrow was obviously unreachable for a human, Roger still circled it, looking for a weak spot in the naturally tightly woven branches that formed a sort of cage.
"Come on Roger, we don't even have fire yet, it would only go to waist." I said, placing a hand on his arm in hopes of drawing him out of the fixation the short hunt had bestowed upon him. He looked up at me, the slight gleam of madness present in his eyes for only a second before they returned to their usual dull gray color.
"Right, we should go back to camp, I don't think we'll find water in this area." He mumbled, acting as though nothing had happened, he shook my hand off his arm and started walking back to camp, not bothering to look back and check that I was fallowing him.
So that was the first chapter, let me know what you think in a comment!
