(A/N): Hey there again guys! So, this idea has been stuck inside my head for a while now, and I feel it's only necessary that I let it out. :D Okays, so about if there is going to Jalph or not..I honestly have no clue what I am going to do with this story when it comes to couples, if there are going to be any (which will probably happen since it's one of my stories lmao), so just hang on and stick with me, okay? :)

Anyways, please, please, please read and review, you guys are awesome! Thanks!

(Also, I have this feeling this idea has already happened...can someone tell me if it has, because if so, I don't want to take anyone's credit for their idea, I would feel really guilty...)

Looonggg A/N. I will stop it here. Enjoy :D

The sun was casting its daily glimpses of sunshine right before it decided to fall asleep, and the island was quiet. The moon would be coming up soon, no doubt, and the waves crashed quietly along the seashore. Birds were chirping, and you could hear the occasional squeal of a baby sow deep within the forest, but more or less, the squeals were the only loud parts of the wilderness. It was safe to say that the island itself was very, very quiet.

Except for a couple of boys quarreling it out on the front side of the beach.
"What did I tell you, Jack? I told you that the fire was more important than hunting! Why can't you get it through your thick skull?"
"What if I told you that the fire can go make itself? We want meat!"
"You want meat, Jack! You want meat!"

This argument, as a couple of other boys knew, had been going on quite frequently for the past couple of days. Whenever the two boys would see each other, they would instantly send each other glares and fight about the situation of the boys' rescue. It seemed that they were on completely opposite spectrums, the two boys were, and a sigh from a rather chubby boy brought the attention of a smaller, less outgoing boy. The chubby boy sat next to the slimmer one on the tree stump that they used to call out for meetings, and he gave the little boy an annoyed expression.

"It's always been like this, hasn't it? With the two boys...always be fighting, always be making trouble for themselves..."

The littler boy nodded solemnly, not taking his eyes off of the two fighting boys that were still yelling at each other quite loudly.
"You think they should be stopping soon, Piggy?"
The chubby boy shook his head sadly, letting his glasses catch the sun's reflection as he looked down towards the ground.

It had been a couple weeks since the boys had been stranded on the island, and for the most part, everything had been working out fine. The boys cooperated with each other, they managed to collect food, they worked often but still had time for play, and they had been sleeping pretty good, although some of the littluns' still cried for their mums. Honestly, Piggy hadn't really thought that the island was going to make it this far, and while there could be more people guarding the fire at a time, he wasn't going to complain if there was nothing broken. He did wish, however, that rescue would come more quickly, however.

The fat boy glanced up at the boy, who wasn't actually really his friend more than an acquaintance, and gave a doubtful look.

"Simon...maybe we should go break them up. I mean, it's really annoying to watch them fight over every little thing, you know?"

The little boy, whose name was Simon, nodded again and stretched his tired hands. He and a lot of the boys had been working on shelters all day, so a break from it all seemed a little nice, at least to him.

The two boys who were arguing had actually broken up their argument before the other two boys could confront them, and they found the blonde boy who was arguing about the fire place his hand on his face, as if in defeat.

"I don't know what I am going to do with him." He mumbled as he noticed the boys walking closer to him. A slight smile came across the boy's face, knowing his friends had come to him to lighten up the mood. Piggy crossed him arms and gave his leader a confused look, and Simon smiled widely.

"I have an idea. Just don't listen to him." The fat boy suggested, but only Simon's laughter filled the air around them. Ralph just shrugged and picked up the white milky conch shell that he and the fat boy had found when they first arrived on the island. He held the conch closely to his abdomen, and started walking away from them, watching as they followed along. The three boys walked in unison on the shoreline, watching as the sun slowly started to dip lower and lower into the horizon, and night started to come up faster and faster. The moon was full that night, letting its majestic shine cover the island up like a blanket. The island felt peaceful, once again.

The boy could hear the redhead coming near him before he saw him.
He pulled out his spear defensively, as though the terror through the woods the littuns' have said there was, was closely coming in towards him. His darkened eyes sketched a glimpse of fear before Jack broke through the tangles of vines and came into the boy's vision. A sigh of relief escaped him before a trademark scowl came onto his face.
"Jack. I was wondering where you went. Didn't you say that we were going to try to catch a pig today?" The boy watched as Jack walked slowly up to a tree and leaned against it, letting his exhaustion subside for the time being. It was hard enough to attempt to have Ralph understand why hunting was important for the tribe, but actually hunting itself?

"Yeah, yeah, I know, Roger...I just had to talk to Ralph about it. He didn't appreciate the idea, as usual."
"Again?" The other boy asked, letting his eyes roll and his shoulder slump. "Why the hell should we have to listen to him? You're obviously superior to whatever the stupid blonde says."

Jack simply snickered before grasping Roger's spear and looking at it carefully. Something slowly came to his attention.

"It's broken."
"Excuse me?"
"Your spear. There's a huge crack in the bottom half. You can't possibly hunt with this piece of crap," Jack hissed, taking the spear from the noirette and throwing it on the ground aggressively. The glare from Roger afterwards could make any baby cry with fear.

"It must have been broken because I tried to go hunting by myself, since a certain someone would rather go discuss things with a certain chief rather then his friend."

"Don't blame this on me, Roger. We both know I would go hunting in a heartbeat, but it's just the rule that Ralph had passed when we first got here."

Roger's glare turned from anger to complete confusion.

"As I said before, why do you even bother listening to him? If I wouldn't know any better, I would have assumed you actually wanted his friendship..?"

"No." Jack snapped, his icy blue eyes turning into eyes made by knives. Jack knew his friend Roger pretty damn well, and if there was one thing that he hated about him, it was the fact that he always assumed things the complete opposite of what they were. Roger laughed at Jack's response and picked up the spear that had been thrown to the ground before slowly walking away.

"If I were you, Jack, I would really think about where my loyalties stand." Before the redhead could even comprehend what the other boy said, Roger had blended into the shadows of the tress, and the boy was gone. Jack sighed before turning in the northern direction and heading back to the beach, hopefully to just take a breather and not see the chief, or the annoying friends that always hang out with him. The full moon could be seen even if you were a million miles away from it, and the light blinded the redhead as he made his way back onto the beach.
"Wish things weren't so complicated," Jack muttered before walking onto the clear grains of sand and disappearing within the darkened shoreline.

All the other boys were asleep except for Ralph. The blonde didn't know where Jack had went, since when he inspected the shelters to see if the boys were asleep or not, he didn't see him anywhere. Why would Ralph care, though?

'Let him do whatever he wants.'

A snickering voice whispered inside Ralph's ear, and the blonde nodded slightly to agree with what his mind was telling him.
If there was ever a moment on the island that the boy thought it looked it the prettiest, it was during the nighttime. The high tide was coming into the shore, and the stars looked like the kinds of pretty pictures he would find scattered in those museums he would always go to when he was in London. There couldn't be anything prettier in the whole world, and for a solid instant, he wished he could take a picture and keep it forever.

But why would he want to take a picture of this place, with its loneliness and its darkness? The boy knew they hadn't been there for very long, but he still wanted to go home and see his family again. This island, which at first was a paradise for the boys, was slowly and slowly becoming a nightmare for Ralph, with all the confusions of the children and the newly framed 'Beast' the littluns would speak of. Of course, Ralph didn't believe in such a thing as the Beast, but the possibility of a monster rising from the same sea that Ralph was staring into made the boy shiver with fear.

'It's just a made up thing the children have created, Ralph. Pull yourself together. You're better than this,' his mind added mentally, and the boy could only shake his head, embarrassed to even think of such a thing as a water monster.

The moon stared at Ralph from up above, showing its beautiful light and filling up hope for the boy. It was full, Ralph had noticed that earlier on before the sun had even set, and Ralph sighed while looking down at the ground in wonder and apprehension. True, the boys had been behaving pretty good so far, but Jack annoyed him very much. Him and his hunting theories, him and his way of always trying to be right, him and his greediness towards the power. It annoyed Ralph so much that just the mental image of the redhead made Ralph growl beneath his breath. Never before had Ralph ever been so mad at someone else, and his eyes were fixed on the moon to distract him from these thoughts.

"I wonder if anything out of the ordinary will happen on the island, anyways." Ralph whispered. He realized that he still had the conch shell within his arm, and let his fingers run over the thick structure. The shell was very beautiful, especially underneath the moon's shining light, and Ralph smiled.

"I wish something new would happen, something that could change everything. Like a ship coming or something." Ralph whispered, clutching the shell within his hands and looking back towards where all the other boys were. The blonde yawned before concluding his discussion with the moon, and with no other words, the boy simply looked back at the moon one last time and started to walk back to get some sleep.

The one thing that woke Ralph up from a night sleep was a rampant pig, oinking and squealing frantically as it ran through the woods in panic. The boy looked back in the direction the pig was running from, and was surprised to find nothing there.

'Maybe the Beast scared it away.'

Ralph shook the thought out of his head and he blinked sleepily. How long had he been sleeping? He knew that he walked a long distance away from the shelters last night, so he had to stop halfway there on the way back so he could sleep, but the sunlight showed that it was mid-afternoon at the earliest. ThAe boy yawned and rubbed his eyes while adjusting his eyesight to where he could see where he was.

Surprisingly enough, the place where the boy had stopped to sleep was the mountain where they kept the signal fire. As usual, the fire was out, so the boy annoyingly stepped in to light the fire, until he realized he would have to get Piggy's specs before he could do anything. The boy was still tired, so he knew it would be a pain to have to walk all the way back to the campsite to find Piggy, and then have to walk all the way back.

'Oh well. You're going to have to do stuff you wouldn't want to do in order to get rescued.'

A voice reasoned inside his mind, and reluctantly, Ralph turned to go back to the campsite to find Piggy. However, right as he was walking back down the hill, almost as though it was a coincidence, he found the fat boy walking up the hill with logs for the firewood. Piggy straightened his glasses as Ralph jogged to where he was and smiled.

"'Morning, Piggy. You mind if I borrow your specs to start the fire?"

The fat boy looked confusingly at the other boy, sweat dripping from his forehead, probably from carrying the firewood. He set the fire down before crossing his arms, obviously in an upset manner.

"Well, that depends. Do you usually ask for my specs, because you just take them and use them without my permission, don't you?"

Now it was Ralph's turn to be confused. What was Piggy talking about? Ralph had never asked the fat boy for his specs, and now that he was, the other boy said he always did? What was going on?

"Um, Piggy...I have no clue what you are talking about, but I have never used your specs for anything."

Piggy laughed almost hysterically after Ralph said that. It was very annoying to the other boy to watch the laughing boy treat him as though he was an idiot. Ralph glared as Piggy slowly started to calm down, before a serious face showed up the fat boy's face.

"You've turned awfully batty, haven't you, Jack? Although, I guess you've always been that way."

Piggy sighed before picking up the firewood again and left Ralph in a complete bafflement. Jack? The boy glanced back to see if the boy was there, but he was nowhere in sight. Was Piggy the batty one?

"What are you talking about, Jack is nowhere near us!" Ralph sounded very irritated, and Piggy simply shook his head before picking up the remaining amounts of firewood.

"Um...Jack? What are you talking about? Please quit teasing me and my sight, if that's what you are doing! Also, figured you should know that it's your turn today to watch the fire. Ralph told me yesterday. See you later, then, I suppose."

The fat boy laughed slightly and walked back to the mountaintop. Ralph scratched his head, wondering if everyone had just gone completely looney. Piggy was normally smarter than he was, even though he didn't really want to admit to that, so why was Piggy being so unrealistic?

Ralph shrugged to himself before starting to walk back through the forest, catching the eyes of the some of the hunters on the way down. For some strange reason, the hunters gave him a huge smile, while normally they just see him and do nothing. What was the occasion? Was there a holiday that Ralph needed to know about or something? An inside joke, maybe? Whatever it was, the boy wanted to get to the bottom of it.

He stopped by the watering hole and grabbed a coconut filled with water before taking a huge gulp of it and watching it run down his arms, but the weird thing was, when the drops of the water came down, he noticed his arms were covered completely with...freckles? Why in the world did he have freckles, or was it chicken pox? No it couldn't be, Ralph wasn't normally sick. Maybe it was something in the berries, but the fact that even had orange freckles trailing up and down his arms reminded him a whole like...

The boy's eyes widened frighteningly as the boy quickly took off the dark grey shirt he was wearing and looking down his stomach to realize his skin was extremely pale. Ralph knew that he was pretty tan compared to the other boys on the island, so did he have a certain sickness?
Frantically, the boy fell to the watering hole and covered his face with water, to remove any of these illusions from his head. The cold water left the panicking boy in a state of calmness, especially since the weather was so hot that day, so he dunked his entire head into the pool before slowly crawling out and taking deep breathes.

'Just calm down, Ralph. Nothing it going on, nothing is going on...'

The boy glanced at the freckles again and burned red with shame. He honestly had no clue what was going on, or how to fix it.
Ralph glanced down at his reflection in the water after thinking hard, and his eyes widened almost to the brink of them falling out completely.

The boy no longer had blonde hair, but dark red, and the boy's eyes were no longer dark blue, but an icy blue color. Freckles were all over his face, and his face looked extremely bony. This boy was not Ralph, but instead...
"JACK!"