A/N: Aha, here I find myself writing a new chapter for a new story again. But I got some ideas that I want to remember so I'm going to put this up anyways. I did make some of my phrases very alike to ones in the book. Also, please feel free to criticize this story. Just no flames. I DON'T OWN ANYTHING.
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Rushing and racing and running in circles,
Moving so fast I'm forgetting my purpose.
The blur of the traffic is sending me spinning,
Getting nowhere...
My head and my heart are colliding chaotic,
The race of the world I wish I could stop it.
Try to appear like I've got it together,
I'm falling apart.
Slow me Down, Emmy Rossum
There was a rush by his ears like a 'zup' and Ralph looked up at Roger. There was a glint in the painted boy's eyes that held power; a sort that was scary, yet very liberating. Ralph took a steadying breath and tried to push the curtain of hair out of his eyes, and the curtain out of his brain. It flickered and he remembered why he had come.
Fire. Glasses; Piggy's glasses. Ass-mar, no, glasses. Piggy? No glasses. But those come with Piggy. Or is it the other way around? The curtain fell again, draped his coherent thoughts.
"Ralph! Remember my glasses!"
Glasses. Fire. Jack.
Another 'zup' but this time there was no six feet safe circle. Ralph rubbed his already red cheek. Blood.
"Jack! We want the glasses. Hand them over!"
"The fire is ours! Come to our tribe, and we can have as much fire as we want!"
Fire. Fire meant glasses that meant Piggy. Piggy. He's a friend. Ralph looked over to Piggy who was shaking his head at the prospect, even if he couldn't see Ralph look in his direction.
"The glasses Ralph! Remember the fire, and rescue!" The curtain rose again, clearing way for normal thoughts. Rescue. Dad.
"Jack. We need the glasses. We need to keep a fire going in order to be rescued!"
"We don't want to be rescued."
"Yah you nut!"
"What rescue we're happy!"
"Stuff it you savages! Don't you want to go home? Get rescued? Sleep in a warm bed and see your mama's again?"
The silence that followed the statement was deafening but it was cut short by a little boy with tawny hair who started to bawl. His throat convulsed with raucous sobs that echoed all around the band of children.
The chief twisted over to Ralph.
"You! See what you've done?" he lowered his voice for emphasis, "Why should we be worried about thing far away when we've got our beast here to worry about? Boy, stop your crying. The beast will hear you!" And with that reprimand the boy stopped immediately.
"You don't even mean that. What beast huh? He won't come out now, not with all of us here. You just don't want us thinking about the old life. You like being a savage, a painted menace."
"My glasses! Remember my glasses!"
Another 'zup' and another. They were falling more frequently now, like random falling leaves. It was mostly Roger; some littluns threw ones, but Roger stopped them. He wanted the power of the rocks, he liked it.
"Would you rather be savages and kill, kill, kill all day? Or go home and have tea and toast and play with your friends again!"
"Home, with a real bed. Real food."
"Home, with mum, and dad, and Elsy."
"Home, with wild ponies and dogs."
"We could show off our hunting!"
"Real meat!"
"Remember my glasses Ralph!"
"A hot stove. And soup! My teddy!"
"Mum, and my jammies. Doggy, and toys!"
"Home, with love."
"No beast."
"Ralph! Don't leave me! My glasses!"
"Enough! Stop it all of you! I'm chief here, and what I say goes. Ralph, what do you mean by causing all of this? Every one's gone mad now."
"You've gone mad!" Piggy shouted up at Jack, swerving his head like the sow on that day. He couldn't see Jack, and everyone knew it, but it was still as effective.
"Piggy," Ralph warned.
"Me! Gone mad? It's you lot. Ha, you wouldn't know mad from sane. Who gets the food? Who hunts? Who's chief?"
"Who killed Simon?" Piggy demanded.
"Who –all of us! We thought it was the beast! You were there too!"
"Not til the end. Til the very last!"
"It was dark, no one could see. And the beast was there."
"There was no beast that night. It was Simon, and we were all too stupid to realize because of that stupid circle of yours."
There was no answer. Jack snarled as he paled. He picked up his spear casually.
"Ralph my glasses!"
"I'll ask again Jack. The glasses, could we have them back? We could share the fire."
"I'm chief. I don't share what's rightfully mine."
"They're Piggy's glasses. And we can share. We'll build a fire, and you can come and take some from us."
Silence. It was like Jack was honestly thinking about the offer.
"It's pretty fair you know, chief."
He was still quiet. He looked stridently at Piggy, then darted his head up at Roger, exchanging a look.
"Ralph? My glasses?"
"Piggy, come here," Ralph called Piggy. He wasn't too sure about Piggy being right on the ledge at all. Especially with Jack acting crazed as of recently. "I need to discuss something with you. Sam, could you bring him to me?" He said, never once taking his eyes of the tense Jack. His spear hand ticked in Piggy's general direction.
The air was stifling and sweaty, its breath never cool. No one complained, watching the scene slowly unfold. Jack's eyes darted from each savage to the next, who in turn averted their eyes from his.
He motioned to Roger after a few minutes that trickled by like a low stream with barely any water. Roger disappeared but then came down from the mountain carrying something in his hand. It flashed when the sun glinted off of it, and Ralph had to fight himself not to grin like a mad beast.
He threw them at Ralph's feet, and it was just barely that they didn't break; they fell on a patch of grass. He picked them up, grinning now. He looked at them like he'd never seen them before, holding them up to the thinning sunlight. He handed them over to Piggy, who gasped and held them tight.
"You got them!"
"Let's go. And chief, anytime you need fire, just come over and we'll gladly give you some."
No response. He was probably bitter that he lost some of his power. At least he still has dignity, thought Ralph. Dignity, no, only Ralph and Piggy and Samneric still had that.
"Come along now before it gets dark."
"I can see again!"
"Good. Lets go back before they change their minds."
The curtain was lifted again, and clear thoughts were able to soar in. Ralph grinned again, happy that his thoughts weren't clouded. But he felt different.
They trudged along back to their as the sky reddened to deep colors, and along the far horizon the inky black sky was creeping in, ready to take its rightful place in due time.
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A/N: Haha, I did not kill Piggy at that scene. So, I hope you enjoyed it, and er, yeah. I'm slowly going in this story, and not rushing into it like my other ones. I have evil things planned for this.