Disclaimer: Trust me guys, if I owned Lord of the Flies, Jack and Ralph would be alone far more often XD. LOTF is William Golding's gold mine
This is my first fanfic written and posted on this website for years and years, AND my first for LOTF, so please go easy on me XD Flames will be used to light cooking fires!
Nothing having to do with pairings happens at all in this chapter, no JackxRalph just yet, and it may even seem a bit rushed. Hopefully it'll fit in appropriately with my plan X3.
ARIGATO MINNA!!! Enjoy .
Chapter 1
The tropical sun beat down on the island, adding to the ever-increasing heat emitted from the burning foliage that threatened to lick up palm trees and bushes. Ralph sprinted through the jungle, and as branches grabbed onto the brittle remains of his white shirt, the sound of ululations and lustful cries became more distinct. His struggled to breathe and his heart and muscles ached, lessening his level of adrenaline.
'Why did it have to come to this?' Ralph thought, ignoring the painful scrapes from the sharp, spiny foliage, which multiplied as he increased in speed. 'If only they had listened to me, to Simon, Piggy...'
The savages had, in fact, lost all sense of order, and Ralph was their target. He, the last rope that bound them to a lawful, sensible society, was inevitably being hunted down like a defenseless pig. Would they cook him over a hungry, burning fire and parade about like banshees who lacked any sense of good or logic?
The hunters' sharp cries and shouts echoed throughout the jungle, and became louder and produced a greater feeling of ill-omen. Ralph tripped on a creeper, and fell with a heavy thud onto the hot sand. As he struggled to get off the ground, his ankle twisted to an alarming degree and he toppled to the sand yet again. He cried out, wriggling in pain as tears pricked his eyes and began to stream down his dirt-stained face. He let his whole body rest on the ground, pulling his injured ankle to his chest and embracing it, intent on lessening the pain. He hoped death would come painlessly, after coming to the realization his chance of survival was utterly pathetic.
'I'll finally be able to see them,' Ralph thought, reality causing him to choke on his tears, 'Piggy, Simon...I'm coming.'
Ralph felt the ground tremble slightly and, closing his eyes, decided it was the pounding feet of his executioners. However, accompanied by the tremble was a loud bang from the now-dismal sky. His head shot up from the ground at the clap of thunder, which caused the approaching littluns to stop in their tracks and gaze at the dark sky in fear. The biguns followed, and Ralph knew his time was short.
"There he is!" one of the savages shouted, and everyone bolted for the broken form on the ground. As they arrived a few yards away from him they slowed their pace, and a figure with the remains of a black cap covering a shock of red hair appeared, wielding a sharp, wooden spear. His painted face radiated blood-lust, and his mouth slowly curved into a delighted smirk. Jack Merridew stood, elated at the sight of his prey.
"Roger, come look at what we have here!" Jack said excitedly, gripping his spear with greater force. Roger came and inspected Ralph's form which twitched in pain. His gray, merciless eyes scanned him in discontent. "He's not even putting up a fight, Jack; this hunt wasn't as fulfilling as I had hoped." He spat near Ralph in a displeased manner and walked around to where his arched back was on full display. The sky soon became covered in menacing clouds, and large drops of rain, cool and wet, fell onto the beach.
Ralph attempted to speak, but his breathing came too harshly. He cracked his eyelids open to see what was going on, and could not make sense of what he was hearing over the searing pain in his ankle. A blurry Jack came face-to-face with him, and he squinted his eyes shut in utter fear. He could hear Jack speaking to Roger after a minute of soft murmurs from the group of savages, but could not make sense of what they were saying, and why he hadn't already been killed.
Suddenly, after losing much sense of the world around him due to his pain-stricken ankle, Ralph felt as if his hands were being bound to something hard and rough in texture. He felt his ankle being moved and he immediately cried out an absurd octave, heightened by the intense pain. Ralph's ankles were being tied on that same uncomfortable object, and he felt himself being lifted into the air. He shrieked at the acute pain and, in response to the shock, slipped into what seemed an infinite, black unconsciousness.
Jack lead the group of ecstatic boys across the beach, who carried their prize hogtied to their fort, their home, Castle Rock. Those who belonged to the choir who could recall the words began to sing their song in triumph and jubilee.
Kyrie, kyrie, kyrie eleison...
Some of the littluns and a few of the biguns giggled as their prey was being poked and jabbed with Maurice's spear.
Kyrie, kyrie, kyrie eleison...
The group began to march through the pig run that lead to Castle Rock, some who wanted more of a thrill keeping their dark eyes peeled for a pig.
Kyri kyri kyri kyri...
Roger, who lead the group at Jack's side, kept an impatient impulse to draw blood to himself.
Kyri kyri kyrie...
Jack gripped his spear with two hands, suppressing his own urge, one that he could not understand, one that he did not want to understand. He was happy with his prey.
Kyrie, kyrie, kyrie eleison...
The rain began to pour menacingly from the gray-black sky, and a lightning bolt crackled through the clouds. The large fire that had spread throughout the jungle was put out by the downpour; there was no use for it now, now that they had gotten what they desired. Thunder boomed ferociously, and while some singing continued as they began to climb Castle Rock, littluns screamed and cried in terror, running ahead. Jack did not try to stop them; he was lost in his mind.
'What shall we do first when we arrive, I wonder? Jack thought in silence. He looked over to Roger who stood at his side, in an attempt to read his face for an idea. He was always there, ever since the plane crashed onto the island. He had served as a partner to Jack while hunting and while leading the hunters, and he held an invisible authority that proved useful in establishing their tribe. Roger was the punisher, the executioner, the silent discipliner, and Jack had an immense amount of respect for him. Not in such a way that he would allow him to take over his chiefly position, and certainly not so much that he would allow him to take credit for today's successful hunt.
Not in such a way that he would allow him to keep the prey all to himself. He was happy with his prey.
So, how'd you guys like it? Please review!! JackxRalph to come, I promise!!