All is Lost
"Stop Right there, Ralph." Jack stood behind the blonde boy with a spear pointed at the back of his neck. Ralph turned, he clearly had no intention of going anywhere. He looked exhausted. He looked hopeless. Jack and his hunters had been chasing him all day, it was dusk now and there was a cool breeze flowing through the air. They were standing on the beach where just a short time ago the boys had met each other. Who would have ever thought it would end like this.
Just then Roger charged out of the jungle. Ralph shuddered, he was holding the stick sharpened at both ends in his hands. He came up and stood next to Jack, looking Ralph down from head to toe. "Why don't you just kill me now and get it over with," Ralph suggested. He knew his time was up, he knew what was going to happen. I can finally be with Simon and Piggy.
"My pleasure," Roger said with a smirk as he advanced towards him. Much to Ralph's surprise, however, Jack grabbed Roger by the shoulder.
"No," he commanded, "We're not killing him, go get a vine and tie him up. We're bringing him back to camp with us." Roger looked as if he was about to protest but then decided not to go against his chief. But before he went into the jungle, he slammed the side of his spear into Ralph's stomach. Ralph gasped, the wind had been knocked out of him. He fell to the ground and put his head in the sand.
Jack kneeled down next to him and traced his finger from the small of Ralph's back up to his neck, which he then grabbed with his whole hand. He brought his mouth next to Ralph's ear and said; "Did you really think you could escape?" Ralph didn't reply. "What's the matter Ralph? Scared?" He laughed, "Don't worry, we'll take good care of you."
"Why the hell aren't you just killing me?" Ralph finally shouted. He wanted Jack to kill him. He didn't want to stay on the island, especially not as Jack's prisoner.
"Well that would just be a waste," Jack replied.
"There is no way I'll ever become one of you. I'm not a savage!" Shouted Ralph. Jack looked at him with a mocking smile.
"Well, that's not really your choice, is it?" Ralph felt like he was going to throw up at this comment. I really don't have a choice, I'm powerless. Just then, Roger returned with the vine. He went around behind Ralph and began to tie up his hands. He tied them way to tight, on purpose, Ralph was sure. Ralph began to struggle.
"Stop moving," Roger hissed, but Ralph didn't obey. "Damn it, stop moving!" After the blonde still continued to fight back, Roger picked up his spear like a baseball bat, swung and made contact with the left side of Ralph's head. So hard the stick cracked in half. Ralph fell to the ground, unconscious. Jack rolled his eyes.
"Really Roger? Was that really necessary?" Jack asked. Roger shrugged.
"He wouldn't stop moving." Jack sighed.
"Now we have to carry him all the way back to camp."
"I thought you lived for challenges chief," Roger said with a laugh, "Besides, he weighs like ten pounds."
He might be small, but he put up a hell of a fight thought Jack. He almost felt guilty taking him as a prisoner. Snap out of it Jack, this is all you have wanted. To be better than him. To win. But he couldn't shake it, he looked down at this blonde boy, unconscious at his feet, and all he could feel was pity.
Believe it or not, I'm not William Golding and thus, I don't own Lord of the Flies.