Disclaimer: I do not own Lord of the Flies
What If?
What if it wasn't a naval officer on the beach as Ralph ran away from the savages? What if there was something else? This is the story of Roger's sister Lily and Jack's growing obsession with her. (Roger is completely OC in this story). This story will get quite dark as it goes on.
Chapter One:
He stumbled over a root and the cry that pursued him rose even higher. He saw a shelter burst into flames and the fire flapped at his right shoulder and there was the glitter of water. Then he was down, rolling over and over in the warm sand, crouching with arm to ward off, trying to cry for mercy.
Suddenly, it was silent. Ralph staggered to his feet and looked behind him. All the boys were there, stood with their spears staring past him, their eyes focused. He span around, looking at what they were focused on. It looked like a body, small and curled close in a ball. He stepped forward gingerly, slowly. The other boys moved forward with him, their spears forgotten for the moment, focused only on the person washed up on the shore.
The nearer he got, the smaller the heap looked. He crouched over the heap and turned it over. He let out a gasp, his eyes running over the tiny feminine form of the brunette lying in the sand. Her face was covered in bruises as was the remaining skin on show. Her arms were a mixture of purples and yellows, the fresh bruises mingled with the nearly healed. Her top had ridden up showing her ribcage which was a near black in colour, contrasting terribly to the white of her skin. Her hair was dark and matted to her neck, a tangled mess making it unable for Ralph to figure out the length. She was petite, with uneven features gracing her face. She had a pointed jaw and shallow cheekbones, her upper lip too heavy for her bottom.
He was interrupted from his study of her when he was roughly pushed to the side. He looked up to see Roger standing over the girl, his gaze unreadable. Ralph forgot that the others had been trying to kill him only minutes ago and was prepared to fight Roger if he harmed the unknown girl.
"I won't let you hurt her Roger, I'm not going to stand by and allow that." Roger turned his stare to Ralph, the hate and anger clear in them. "I'm not going to hurt her either you idiot. This is my sister."
Jack suddenly appeared next to Roger. "This is your sister?" Roger nodded grimly, "Yeah, that's Lily". The other boys started looking at each other in surprise; after all, no-one knew that Roger had a sister, apart from Jack obviously. The littluns began to whisper, but Jack silenced them with a glare.
"Let's get her back to Castle Rock. We can look after her better there." Jack's voice was stiff and Roger could tell that he was trying to control something. Looking into his eyes, he knew that Jack would not be able to leave Lily alone ever again. Roger knelt beside his sister and picked her up into his arms. She was so light he could not believe that she was in his arms. As he walked he felt the presence of Jack beside him, the other older boys filed in behind him with the littluns running excitedly behind them.
There was a sudden clap of thunder and the rain began to fall. Ralph watched it as it hit the burning forest, with the hope that the fire would quickly be put out. If there was no chance of rescue, then they would at least have somewhere to live. He knew that his only chance of survival was to join Jack's tribe with the hope of acceptance. There was the hope that the distraction of Lily's arrival could allow him to quickly integrate. Ralph admitted he was attracted the girl who washed up on the beach although he doesn't yet know her. It was a risky venture, but Ralph was sure that she would be worth it. It seemed that for now, things were becoming a little more civil.
This is my first LotF Fanfiction. Hope everyone enjoyed it. I already have most of the next chapter written, but I'm in the middle of my GCSE's at the moment and so things are a bit hectic. Please review to let me know what you thought and if you think I should continue.
Loren
