Disclaimer: Lord of the Flies is the property of William Golding.

A/N: The boys will be looking the way they do in the films. I've used the book descriptions for the b&w version because it's easier for me to keep up that way, also to save confusion. Enjoy!

(01) Meet Your Maker

One day on an island of castaways, there was something pretty unusual. Something strange. Piggy was the first boy to wake up that morning and take a walk down the beach. He was cleaning his specs when Ralph came running to him. The plump boy didn't take notice until the blond shouted in his ear.

"Where's the conch?" Ralph asked in hysteria.

"It's s'posed to be at camp," Piggy replied, putting his specs back on.

"But it's nowhere to be found!" Ralph panicked. "There's no way I could call an assembly without it."

Piggy stared up at the sky to see the sun coming out. He looked at the shelters and palm trees from a distance. Everything looked normal, except for the log where Ralph normally sat in the mornings. The shiny shell would be sitting there, left untouched since many of the boys saw it as a connection with society. They had great respect for it since their first meeting was held. Sadly enough, it wasn't there this time.

"There might be someone else here," Piggy said. "We might not be the only kids 'round here."

"That's not possible!" Ralph stammered. "Go and get the others!"

"I can't run," the plump boy reminded him. "On account of my asthma-"

"Sucks to your ass-mar!"

Piggy sighed heavily, turned on his heel and headed back to camp. Before he made it back, the sound of the shell hit his ears. He spun around frantically, wondering where it was coming from. Chances are Ralph had finally found it. Most of the boys were out of their shelters now, stretched their arms and rubbed their eyes. Jack was the first one to speak.

"Where's Ralph?" he asked.

"I don't know. Somewhere near the beach, I think."

The tall redhead frowned at him. "Then go get him!" he commanded. "Don't just stand there!"

"Why don't you go look for 'im instead?" Piggy suggested. For a few seconds, there was an awkward silence. Most of the choir boys stood there, wondering where their chief was. For some unknown reason, Piggy wasn't scared of Jack this time. Normally he would've ran away from the fear of getting punched in the belly. He tried to dig deep and find an alternative, but it turns out he'll never find out. This seemed pretty unusual for a start.

"Fine," Jack said. "Make sure you babysit those littluns or else you'll be sorry!"

He left with a trot down the beach. Piggy just stood there and stared at his enemy. Now that Jack was out of the way, he didn't mind what happened next.

"Why don't we go for a swim?" Maurice asked.

"Go ahead," Piggy replied. "Ralph should be back sometime soon." As he looked from a distance, a fat kid picked up what looked like the conch.

"Aye! Guys, I think I know where the conch is."

The others paid no attention to him. He walked down to the spot where he saw the other kid held the shell. Not only was this boy fat, he also had very short hair and wore a pair of glasses. Where was he from? What gave him the right to steal the conch that he and Ralph found three weeks ago? There was only one way to find out. Piggy decided it was time to talk some sense into this person.

"Hey! How did you get that?" Piggy asked.

"I found it first!" the other boy snapped. "Who are you anyway?"

"I'm not telling you until you give the shell back," Piggy stated. Just then another boy dressed in a military uniform arrived.

"What's that?" he asked.

"It's a cown-ch!" the fat kid replied. "My grandmother had one." The military boy looked interested. "If you put your mouth right there you could blow it. Like a trumpet."

The older boy took it and observed what looked beautiful in his eyes. He never took notice of Piggy's presence. As he walked away, the fat kid looked at Piggy and gave him a grin.

"That was my conch!" Piggy detested."You stole it on purpose!"

"I found it first," his rival said. "Go get another one!"

"You can't explain things well," Piggy told him. "And I'll do whatever it takes to get it back."

"Like that's gonna help," his rival stated. "There's no way you'll get your shell back."

"Jus' you wait!" Piggy snapped. He turned on his heel and headed back to camp.

x-x-x

The fair-haired boy stood behind a large tree. He was stunned and shocked at what he saw. The most significant tool of his leadership was in the hands of another boy. This boy was holding the conch. He's the one who stole it!

'How could this be possible?' Ralph thought to himself. 'If anything happens, me and the others would've heard it!'

He remained quiet and still in the best way he could. The boy he was staring at had brown hair and the same built as himself. There were several boys who stood around in a semi-circle, wearing what looked like school uniforms. Ralph was astonished when he saw a fat boy with a haircut and pubby nose, wearing specs. This other boy reminded him of Piggy! There's no way this was real. This was too good to be true! Chances are the taller boy who held the conch was...

...himself.

Ralph shook his head and started banging the tree trunk with his fist. Frantic and frustrated, he wanted to scream and wake up. It was only a dream. This wasn't supposed to happen. If it was, he'd have to face another set of boys that would steal his position. Just then the tall boy arrived, patting Ralph's shoulder.

"It's a good thing I found you," greeted Jack. "I was starting to get worried."

Ralph turned and looked at him. "Jack, there seems to be a problem. A major problem!"

"Problem?" Jack was oblivious.

"Look this way," Ralph said, pointing to the group of boys. Jack's eyes widened. The two remained silent as they listened intently to the discussion of these other boys.

"They speak Yankee in comparison to us," Jack said distastefully. "From what I see, they're from some army or something."

"Maybe they're the enemy," Ralph told him. "They stole the conch while we slept." He paused for a moment before speaking up again. "How do we face them?"

"I'll go get my hunters," Jack said. "Then we'll show these guys who's boss!"

"But that would lead to another war," a soft, tender voice spoke. Both older boys turned around to see Simon and many of the other boys behind him.

"We gave up on playing and decided to search for you guys," Maurice said.

Before Ralph could say anything, Jack spoke up. "Well, I hate to say that one of our items have been stolen."

"What's that?" asked a few boys in one voice.

"The conch was missing," Ralph explained, trying to keep his composure. "Luckily we've found it, but the-"

"Yankees stole it!" Jack shouted. "They're not British like us! Chances are they don't know much about survival."

"Let's punish them!" Roger hollered. "Then we'll give them to the beast!"

Just then the cute, little boys shuddered in their places. The 'beastie', so they called it, has been haunting them for days and nights. There was no way it could exist, but the more someone mentioned it, the fearful they've become. Piggy smacked his head in response to their actions. They were loud enough to attract unwanted attention. He felt a knot in his stomach as he was able to predict what was coming next. The other group of boys that stood on the other side looked in their direction. 'I guess this means trouble,' Piggy thought. 'Thanks to Jack and Roger for being so loud. Now they've heard us!' The fear of intimidation dawned on him once again, even though he felt brave earlier. He wished there was a way to turn back time, but it was too late.

"I think they're coming this way," Simon said.

"What are we-"

"-gonna do?" the twins asked.

"I'll reason with them," Ralph said.

"No! We'll protect you guys," Jack said, motioning his hunters to come closer. "We'll put these criminals in their place for stealing something from our property!"

"But Jack!" Ralph shouted. "What if you get hurt? What if we're no match for them?"

"We've hunted and killed pigs!" Jack argued. "Therefore, we can defeat these invaders!"

"Let's go back to camp before th-"

"Shhh!"

The boys kept silent as a small boy named Peter approached them.

"Where are you guys from?" he kindly asked. The British boys laughed at him except for Simon, Piggy and Ralph.

"We're from England," Simon replied. "Sorry we made too much noise. We didn't mean to disturb you guys."

"We've come to take our conch back," Ralph said.

"But Piggy has it," Peter replied, pointing to the fat boy in the uniform. Piggy's eyes widened. Not only did that boy look so much like him, but they both had the same name! "I'll go and ask him for it," the little boy went on. Ralph nodded as the short boy ran towards one of his peers. It wasn't long before some of the older Americans confronted the British.

"Who are you guys? Where are you from?" asked a Spanish boy named Pablo.

"We already said where!" Jack snapped. "So much for listening!"

There was an awkward silence. No one else wanted to speak, for now. They already felt intimidated and turned to walk away when a tall, thin boy with piercing blue eyes arrived at the scene.

"What's going on here?" he asked with authority in his voice. Jack froze. There were some similarities about these new boys, and this boy he was staring at had golden blond hair in comparison to his fiery red hair. He would be the same height as him, and he looked just as mad. This made him jealous to see another person who could possibly steal his position.

'If only I could beat up this kid,' Jack thought. 'It's the only thing I want right now.'

"What are you staring at?" the other boy asked, interrupting his thoughts. He was the only shirtless boy on this section of the island. It reminded him of their first meeting, when he arrived with his choir. His uniform had a golden pin on it. This made him think more rationally. The other boy he examined held a sharpened stick and stood there, just like him! Roger whispered in Jack's ear.

"I think he's also a hunter," he said. "You're in for a competition."

"Um, hello! Are you deaf?"

"I'm not deaf!" Jack snapped. "Do you have any manners?"

"Of course I do, compared to you!"

"That's where you're wrong," Jack argued. "If you had any manners, you never would've asked what I'm staring at the way you did!"

At this point many of the boys formed a circle around the two head hunters. They were both nose-to-nose now, exchanging icy glares. "Do you know who you're messing with?" asked the blonde.

"I think you should ask yourself that question," the redhead retaliated. "I'm chapter chorister of the choir. I can sing a high C-sharp!" He glanced at the spear his opponent held. "If you want a challenge, then we'll see who the better hunter is!"

"Dream on, pal!" snapped the blonde, "I bet I can sing better than you. To top it off, I've got the best singing voice at military!"

Jack shook his head. "At least my stick is sharpened better than yours!"

The other boy frowned at him. "Your stick is small. Way too small! And the reason why I'm much better than you is because people think I'm high class!"

"High class? You look more like a bum without a T-shirt," Jack detested. "And the blond hair doesn't suit you. In fact, people back at school used to call me Merridew. That's the true meaning of high class. So from now on, call me Merridew!"

The other boy tightened his grip on his spear. He didn't show his feelings of shock. "How about flipping the script," he suggested. "My stick is longer and more pointy than yours. I was trained in the military, compared to you who only went to school and the library."

"Liar! You're just saying that because you're a scaredy-cat, like Piggy!" Jack snapped. He felt a little surprised that this boy had a hint of arrogance and showed it with boldness. Maybe they were both related. As long as he could sing and hunt better than his new found rival, life would be perfect.

"How do you know who Piggy is?"

Jack stepped back and looked around, pointing to a fat kid with glasses. His rival stepped aside and did the same, pointing to another fat kid with glasses. This was too good to be true. "What's your name?" he asked the blonde.

The blonde stepped up to him and whispered in his ear, "Jack Merridew, but call me Jack for now."

Jack's eyes widened in shock. He couldn't believe what he was hearing, let alone what was happening. If he was speaking to himself, then why did he go to military and have blond hair like Ralph? He quickly shook off the thought and regained his composure. "You know what? You can call me Jack for now, but after I beat you at singing and hunting you'll have no other choice but to call me Merridew."

"I had the same train of thought," the blonde replied. "All the same, I'll be the winner."

"No, I'll be the winner," the redhead stated. "I know you can't hunt like me."

"Oh, really?" his counterpart challenged him.

"Definitely!"

Roger remained quiet in all of this. He was egging his friend when he noticed a grey-eyed boy who stood right next to the blonde, staring at him. He decided to return the favour and stared back. They stayed like this for several minutes, in their never-ending staring contest! Maurice shook his friend but received no reply. 'What's up with Roger today?' he wondered. Samneric decided to leave and go back to their camp, but they were both stopped by another set of twins.

"Oh my gosh!"

"I can't believe-"

"-what I'm-"

"-seeing!"

"What are your names?" the other twins asked in one voice.

"I'm Sam."

"I'm Eric."

"Sam and Eric?" They both looked at each other with raised eyebrows. "We're Sam and Eric!"

Astonished, the four boys stood there, sharing wide grins. They started conversing with each other about their favourite hobbies, after school activities, and everything else. From the looks of things, they're the only ones getting along so far.

x-x-x

Simon watched everything that took place. He decided to leave and go to his sanctuary since no one was watching. Little did he know another curious figure was right on his tail. By the time he bent down to crawl into his secret place, he heard a tree branch snap. Alarmed, he quickly looked up and saw a boy with green eyes and curly auburn hair. Simon slowly got on his feet, never taking his eyes off the other boy. Once he stood, the other boy spoke.

"Sorry if I startled you," he began. "Me and the others, we crashed here yesterday."

"Makes sense," Simon replied. "Did you guys go on an expedition?"

"Yea, but some boy called Piggy found a shell. Ralph blew into it. I saw."

Simon was taken back by that comment. Piggy? And Ralph? This did sound rather strange.

"Your group saw us?" Simon asked the other boy.

"No. We've never seen you guys before."

"Then how did you guys find our conch?" Simon inquired. This was becoming more and more confusing than before.

"In the beach water," the boy replied. "Unless a few people went on a scavenger hunt for shells. Some of the boys from my group have an obsession with sea shells."

Simon nodded. At least he understood what led to this. His companion was walking out of the forest. "Wait! What's your name?" he asked quickly. The light brunette stopped and turned to face the other boy.

"Excuse my bad manners," he said with a smile. "My name is Simon." Just as he extended his hand, the other boy fainted.