Author's Note: OMG I am so so sorry I haven't posted anything in forever. My computer broke, but now I have this lovely new one. So yeah. This is something me and my friend Heather wrote for our LA class (our teacher gave it a smiley face). It's from the point of view of Roger as he kills Piggy. Enjoy and be traumatized!
They're back. The pig is babbling about rules and the blonde one is taking sides again. He thinks he's so grown up. He thinks he knows what's best. I look at his smug, moss colored eyes and I can taste the bile rising in my throat. He stands there, holding his spear erect as if he has some authority over us. I could snap his neck like a twig if I felt like it. Blistering rage sears through my veins, all my rationality going up in flames. I feel myself losing control; my sanity slips through my fingers like sand, slowly draining, leaving me with nothing.
But it's not his time yet. I want him to suffer when he dies. I want to torment him until he begs for death, and when he does, I want it to be slow and unendurably painful. Suddenly, an idea surfaces through the thick fog of my thoughts. Next thing I know, I'm stepping over the sun-baked rocks towards a boulder that seems bigger than life itself. With one last cold glance at his ridiculous glasses and obscene folds of fat, I push against the boulder with all my formidable might. It cascades toward him and smashes against his skull with a sickeningly satisfying crack.
My transformation from human to savage animal is finally complete. There's no going back now. As I turn from his corpse, I look into the eyes of my fellow painted hunters. There is a fear, like there always has been, and a new, terrified submission and respect. I throw my head back and laugh a great, booming laugh. Lord help these boys, because I can't protect them from myself any longer.