Disclaimer: you can skip this if you donas like disclaimers. I donas own LOTF tho I wish I did. Based mostly on the movie, but lots of bookie-ness thrown in because the book was written first! Looks are purely movie or based off my friends cause I wanted Maurice to be Hispanic! Ages are subject to how old I want them to be no complaints from you! I'm the friggin writer!(0f this fanfic, not the book, that is Golding and the screenplay is Hook) Much love, Donas sue me!

-leggystwinchic

PS: these depict author's notes now on with the show!

Animals- Prologue

Part one: Jack's Terminal Illness, (or Mr. Merridew)

Jack Merridew glanced around the terminal, looking for his friends. He had managed to separate himself from his parents, finally.

"It's the same damn thing every year!" he thought to himself. Every time a new semester would start, there was his mother, teary-eyed with a handkerchief already dabbing at her wet cheeks, because she had been sobbing since she rubbed the mark off his nose that morning, before they had even left the house, for crying out loud!

Then his father would press his mouth to Jack's ear and grab his shoulder in a death lock, so Jack couldn't move, for fear his arm might break. He would whisper "Jack Merridew, you be good, or so help me God, I'll…" then he would notice Jack's mother and stop. "Jack, just don't fuck up again this time, you know how much your mother hates the idea of you going to military school, and that she would keep you home if you weren't a delinquent. Its either here or Juvenile court buddy! You decide. But your mother…" and then a whole speech about how Jack's mother just couldn't bear to see her little snookums behind bars, and that this was really for his own good, and yada yada yada. He'd heard it all a thousand times, it seemed.

"Well, Screw that!" he thought. "I'm getting on that frigging plane myself this time, and I hope I never see them again…"

Of course, Jack's parents did find him at the terminal, right as he had seen Roger Radcliffe, his best friend at the school. Almost as close was Ralph Jeremy. He waved to his friends, but unfortunately, his father saw him first.

"Oh there you are Jackie- Poo!" his mother squealed. Jack winced. God, could that woman be any more embarrassing? At that thought, Ralph and Roger looked over and waved back to Jack. Jack grinned sheepishly.

"Crap." He thought. "They heard her!" And indeed they had, for Roger immediately turned away and began to snicker. Good ole Roger. The Jerk of the Acad. God, what he would do now to kill him…

"Jack-O, m'boy! Where have you been!" his father gripped his neck tightly in his fleshy fingers. Mr. Merridew smiled at Roger and Ralph and waved, before turning on Jack.

"What in the hell did you think you were doing, running off like that! Your mother was worried sick! She thought that you had gotten onto the plane without as much as a kiss goodbye! Now you wouldn't do that to your dear, sweet, kind mother now, would you!" he hissed in Jack's ear. Jack winced again. He willed his voice not to shake as he answered,

"No sir, I wouldn't." he replied, gritting his teeth in rage and frustration, for now Maurice had joined Ralph and Roger, and apparently had been informed by Roger what was happening to the famous Jack Merridew.

"Good, now give your mother a great big hug!" his father released him and nearly shoved him at his mother. Jack hugged her stiffly as she sobbed into his hair, planting kisses as she went.

"Oh Jack! Jackie- Poo! I was so worried that we wouldn't get to say goodbye… oh Jackie- Poo!" she released him at the urging of Mr. Merridew, and she kissed him one last time. A bright red lipstick mark was left on his cheek. Jack resisted the urge to rub it off, it would only make "The Judge", (as he referred to his father to Roger and Maurice, they knew about the abuse that Jack received at home) more angry. Not like that was possible at this point, unless he was drunk.

Speaking of his father, he took Jack's hand up into what would seem like a firm handshake, (hugging was for the girls only, as he explicitly explained to Jack many times) but what Jack knew was a warning of what his father would do to his hand if he found out about anything Jack did wrong while at school. His father pulled him closer, to whisper in his ear,
"Jack, your mother is counting on you this term. Please don't upset her like you did when you took the Nelsen's car, she would be inconsolable! Now don't give me any reason to beat the living shit out of you when you get home Mister, because you know I will…" Jack bit his tongue, but managed another "Yes, sir" without crying out, for his father's grip on his hand would soon break it if he did not let go soon.

"Good, that's what I thought." It was over. Jack resisted the urge to massage his hand, even more than the urge to spit at his father, or wipe off that fricking lipstick print on his cheek.

Jack's mother hugged him one more time, and Jack's section was called to board the plane.

Part two: the Plane

"Excuse me; are the seats next to you full?" Simon Jenkins looked up from the novel he was reading, "The Count of Monte Cristo". It was his fourth time reading it, but he loved it any way.

What he saw was a slightly chubby girl, around his age, peering at him. She had reddish brown hair and green eyes. Her skin was pale and her lips rather thin. A few light freckles dotted her nose.

"Umm, no, actually they're not, would you like to sit down?" he asked the girl.

She nodded her head, and he saw a smaller version peek out from behind her back. The younger girl couldn't have been more than eight years old.

"Thanks!" the older girl beamed at him, and he saw the one perfect thing about her, her straight white teeth. He couldn't help but smile back.

"Come on Katie! This boy said we could sit down!" she took her younger sister's hand (Simon could only assume that they were sisters, due to the shockingly similar duplication) and sit her in the aisle. The older girl plopped down next to Simon and grinned at him again.

"Oh! You must think the worst of me! I'm Melanie Stone, and this is my little sister Kathleen." Simon stuck out his hand awkwardly, but the cheerful Melanie took it and shook.

"Hey! My name's not Kathleen! It's Katie! Didn't Daddy tell you not to talk to strangers?" Kathleen, or now, Katie, reprimanded her sister. Melanie's wide grin faltered for a second, before she turned to look at Katie.

"Katie! He's not a stranger! He's just a boy! Not more then ten!" Simon blushed in mortification.

"Err, well, actually, I'm twelve…" Simon corrected her. She turned back to him wide-eyed.

"You're twelve? Why, that's exactly the same age as me! Isn't that something?" she sat back in her seat and Simon was pressed with a question.

"Umm, not to be rude or anything, but why are you on this plane? I've never seen a girl on this flight before! This plane goes to the Waddington Military Academy, and there's only boys there." He asked, confused at the sudden burst of laughter that ensued from the sisters.

"Oh! Silly me! I forgot to tell you! We're on this plane because we missed ours!" she sighed as though this solved every thing. But Simon was still confused.

just to forgo a lot of useless dialogue, Melanie and Katie attend a school on the North side of where the boy's academy is. They are run by the same man, Colonel Waddington of the special services. The schools are located in Hawaii.

Part three: Plane down

Simon slept quite peacefully on the plane, considering he normally got air sick, and never slept on airplanes. The dream he had was the same one he had been having for the past week, that a bird got sucked into an engine turbine, and that the plane was going down. He had to save the people on board…

Melanie jerked Simon out of his slumber, though it was hardly necessary that she shake him, the turbulence was getting so rough now, it was a wonder he still slept.

Simon opened his eyes and saw orange flame. He screamed.