9 years after the island and the war is still raging, a 21 year old Jack Merridew fresh from university joins the army seeking adventure but instead finds only the dark secrets of his past come back to haunt him [Jack/Ralph slash]
Please be gentle with me this is my very first Lord Of the Flies slash, and in fact the first slash I have dared post in a long time, I am a firm believer in setting scenes and building up relationships so don't expect them to have shacked up by the second chapter.
I am also dyslexic and British (We are the best at everything as one Mr. Merridew said) so I'm afraid there will be some spelling mistakes as my computer isn't equipped with a spell checker for dyslexic Britons.
I also don't know that much about the army and what life is like in it, what I do know I learnt from my father and from films so I am sorry for inaccuracies.
Apart from that I hope you will enjoy this story very much.
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He stood in front of the large grey brick building, looking almost reverently at the posters upon the wall telling him, him, that Britain needed him to do his duty for queen and country.
Tell him that he alone could mean the difference between victory or defeat.
The piece of paper in his hand, his call up slip; fluttered in the gentle wind blowing all around him and he felt almost at peace.
You got a gun in the army, and your own bed, and meals and you came home with medals as a war hero.
Taking one deep breath Jack Merridew pushed his hair out of his eyes, folded up his call up slip; tucked it tenderly into the pocket of his coat and strode into the recruitment office.
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The office itself was simply the foray of what had, until recently been the library, but the war effort had meant the closing of the library it the opening of the recruitment office; all the books had been taken off the shelves and taken underground for storage while the rooms had been turned into offices for those lucky few to unfit to fight or to clever to leave themselves out on the battle fields to enlist more cannon fodder.
A young man with stark black hair in a officer's uniform was sitting behind the librarian's desk writing notes upon a official looking document and mumbling to himself ever so often, once or twice he took off his glasses to clean them.
Jack stood there for as long as was considered polite then coughed, the young man looked up startled; he seemed almost surprised to see someone standing happily and alertly before his desk but then straightened his glasses, lost his dazed expression and stared Jack squarely in the face.
"Hello" He said with the slightest hint of hesitation.
"Hello" Jack returned, he reached into his pocket and drew out the paper.
Wordlessly he handed it to the clerk who examined it and smiling sadly at him shook his head.
"You're the first one we've had in all morning, people just don't seem to care about protecting their country anymore" He laid the paper out, smoothed it flat then stamped it with the certified seal of her majesties royal army "If you just go down the corridor to your left you'll be given a physical, if you pass that then they'll tell you where to go from there" he held out the call up slip for Jack.
"Thanks" Jack said, talking the paper, refolding it and putting it back in his pocket, he turned to leave when it came to his attention someone else was rushing into the building
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A person bundled in a long black coat with the collar pulled up high about his neck, his cheeks flushed with colour as if he'd run a long way and his breath coming out in small pants.
A person with fair hair, a mildness around his mouth and eyes that proclaimed no devil save for lack of sleep recently.
A person Jack had thought not to see again until he died and all the misdemeanours of his past life came back to haunt him.
A person who was without a doubt Ralph.
TBC
(Sorry its so sort but I have work tonight)