After The Fire - By Truemizzie
"Well, this is it," Ralph said to Piggy, while eyeing the wreckage from the fire.
"My Aunt told me to never go near smoky places," Piggy replied while wiping off his specs, "She always told me it was bad for my asthma."
"Well, that kid is more important than your ass-mar," Ralph told Piggy angrily. "What did he say his name was, again?"
"I don't remember. I don't even think he told me…"
"Me either."
"Do you think we should go any farther?" Piggy asked. "'Cause them trees look pretty shaky. They might break on us."
"Just follow me."
"I don't think we should go any deeper. I once heard a story about a man who was hit by a tree once…he couldn't walk for at least six months…"
"Come on, Piggy…"
"Oh, and what if we step on something sharp, or we break something, which will cause everything else here to break, and then we'll just be covered with all of the leftovers of the fire, and we'll never escape, or be rescued, or-"
"Shut up or I'll have to cut down one of the trees and shove it down your throat, Piggy!"
Piggy was silent for a moment. "That's not my name…" he started, then stopped and kept following Ralph.
"I hardly remember what that kid looked like," Piggy remarked after the pause.
"He was short…and he had a mark- a birth mark - on his face. It was a…purple-ish color," Ralph touched his face as if he were touching the marks on the boy's own face.
"Why are you so worried? We're on an island…kids are bound to get lost here. It's like a maze…"
"Look, that boy was one of us. He deserves to be rescued. What if he's lost, or hurt, or worse-" Ralph stopped mid-sentence. They both knew what the next word would have been.
"Well, it's his own fault. He should have stayed with the rest of the group," Piggy stated, with a rather harsh tone.
"It's getting darker."
Ralph said this to take the focus away from the boy. He wanted to find him so badly, but somehow couldn't bring himself to want to think about the child himself.
"Maybe we should go back, Ralph. It's not safe to be here so late…besides, we don't want to get scared and lose our heads."
"What do you mean, lose our heads? We're the biguns here, Piggy, not babies."
"I saw your face when the littluns were talking about the beastie, Ralph. You're scared. Everyone on this island can see it. Jack can see it."
"What does Jack have to do with anything?" Ralph said to Piggy angrily.
"He's power-hungry," Piggy replied. "He knows what he wants. He wants to be chief. He wants to change the rules. And now he knows exactly how to get it!"
"Oh yeah, how's that?"
"Fear."
"What the hell are you talking about, Piggy?"
"He's trying to scare 'em, all of 'em! The littluns, they look up to him…they think he's- he's-"
"What?"
"Stronger than you."
"Please, Piggy. You think I don't know that already?"
"No, I think you know it perfectly well, and I think that he's making you think he should be chief too!"
"Just look, Piggy."
"Ralph, listen to me-"
"Just- just look. Please. Just help me out here, Piggy."
"That's what I'm here for," Piggy said quietly, ending the conversation indefinitely.