Summary: Alternate ending where the boat isn't waiting for them. Follows more with the political allegory.
Warnings: Character death, dark themes
Disclaimer: Lord of the Flies is not mine, shockingly!
You're Only Human
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Ralph ran for his life, the brambles tearing through his skin like a plow through soil. They tangled in his blonde hair as if they were trying to hold him back. Beneath the sounds of crunching twigs and jagged breath was the approaching tribe. Ralph ran from the chanting. From the howling. From the savages he used to call boys. From the island wilderness towards civilization. But there was none. Not anywhere. It was all the same. The brutal realization of it drained the hope out of him and filled the hollowness with understanding. These masked savages were not devoid of humanity; they were the personification of it. On this island, the mask did not hide, but rather exposed human nature. Right down to the bitter depths of a man's heart.
Nevertheless, he ran, wanting the pain to detract from the loss of innocence. There was no escape, he knew. They were going to find him. They were going to kill him. But worse, they were going to enjoy it. So why run? Because it's human. And human nature doesn't make exceptions.
They were on him before the thought registered, beating and stabbing and shoving him to the ground. Ralph struggled vainly against Roger's strong hand to keep his mouth out of the sand. How fitting that he should end up smothered by the very people who elected him.
Ralph thought about the very first hunt and its corruptive power in his fading consciousness. Power was what instigated Jack to overthrow him in the first place; an insatiable desire to which all humans were subjected. He thought about how he felt on the first day. Without any adults, he could do whatever he wanted. The island was supposed to be his freedom. Now it was the end, but Ralph welcomed the relief. It was like waking up from a nightmare. Finally, he was free from the freedom.
A grin spread across Roger's face, both triumphant and malicious. His pounding heart blocked out the chanting, allowing only the sound of his own excitement to fill his head. The thrill was a venom, coursing through him and poisoning his entire being. It was truly sickening; an unrefined power. And Roger loved it. He had an unsurpassed strength. Jack already knew, and he dreaded the day when Roger would figure it out.
A/N: Well, I wrote this for school once upon a time... And now here it is! Food for your brain. I love thinking about what could happen under different circumstances. Now go watch Disney movies to cheer you up :)
Guys it's Friday! Luman out like shout! It rhymes, I tried.
