Mackenzie Brandt Lord of the Flies Oct. 7, 2014
Frightening Parody
Stranded! He's stranded in the middle of nowhere with no knowledge of his surroundings. Ralph, a fair haired boy, looked around frantically for some form of life. Nothing. Not even a glimpse of the tiniest life form. All he sees is what looks to be 3 logs laying in a row on the sandy beach. He makes his way up to the "logs" and finds, to his horror, the bodies of 3 boys. One is a bigger boy with a plump face, the next an older boy dressed in black robes with red hair and freckles. The last is a boy that looks to be no older than 5 with a mulberry colored birthmark on one side of his face. All of the boys have been slaughtered and their wounds were only on their chests. Everything else was left alone. No animal could have done this.
Ralph looked around him for what could have done this horrific deed. Farther down the beach, he sees a young boy covered in blood holding nothing but a simple steak knife in his hand. He scowls as Ralph backs away. The boy races towards Ralph, knife raised and ready to kill him the way he had killed the other 3 boys. Ralph turns away from the boy in fear and starts running towards the forest. He swiftly looks over his shoulder, "What is wrong with you?!" He yelled. The boy responded, "Kill! Kill!" This resulted in Ralph running even faster.
As he kept up his pace, he realized that there were more and more bodies on the ground. All of them brutally murderer with horrific cuts on their chests. Tears came to his eyes as he saw body of a boy no older than 3 lying on the ground with them. He suddenly stopped and turned as the boy came closer and closer. The boy lunged at him and he swiftly dodged, anger coming into his eyes. He was furious and sad. How could a little boy do so much damage? He didn't care anymore, he wanted revenge. He took the boys wrist in his hand and twisted it behind his back, making him drop the knife. The boy hissed in anger, struggling to get free. Ralph released him and quickly picked up the knife and held it up to defend himself.
He finally got a really good look at the boy. He looked like he was about 5 years old and was wearing nothing but shorts that was held up by a vine belt. He looked savage and starving. Blood stained his body and around his lips. I suddenly realized why he was killing these defenseless boys…for food. I shivered at the thought and he moved forward, smiling ever so slightly. I held up the knife again and he stopped and howled anger, starting to circle me slowly. I swiped at him with the knife to make him back away but to no prevail. He stood his ground, not afraid to have be injured. I swung again and caught him on the shoulder. Blood poured from the wound but he continued staring at me, as if he felt no pain. Once more I swung and caught him on his arm and again another wound overflowed with blood, yet he still didn't move or moan in anger or pain.
The young boy moved towards me once more and swung fast. I was suddenly on my knees holding my stomach. He had swung so fast that I couldn't react. Pain seared throughout my body as he hit me again and again. He stopped and picked up the knife then his hand rose and fell again and again when finally…everything went black. And never again, did it become light.
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