-So, this is the first chapter of my Roger/Eric multichip! :D Hope you like it. And, since I don't have the book with me, it's changed up, but it does take place the same as the book until the scene at the Mountain Top. ;)
Roger: What's up with the wink-y face?
-Huh?
Jack: The ';)' face.
-Oh, cause I forgot to click shift.
Sam n Eric: Yay! We're main characters in this fic.
-Yep.
Jack: What? And I'm not?
-Nope. Not in this one. Problem?
Jack: Uh, yeah!
-What? (evil scary face)
Jack: I—I'm not scared o—of you...
-Mhmm. Whatever. On to the fanfic!
Sam n Eric: Yay!
Jack: (mumbles) whatever.
Roger: (shrugs) Okay. :\
~*Punishing Reward*~
1
Eric and Sam let go of each other instantly as Jack and Roger were in their line of vision. They both had dropped their spears, and were standing still as a stone, staring at the Chief and his second-in-command. Sam slightly moved his head and eyes to where Ralph had been moments ago. Thankfully, only Eric noticed in the darkness. They continued to watch the older boys advance.
"So," Jack began when himself and Roger were only about two feet in front of the twins. The twins gulped. "Where's Ralphie boy?"
"We—" began Sam.
"—don't know," finished Eric. They unconsciously grabbed onto each other in fear as they looked into the eyes of their predators.
Jack's face contorted in anger, and he grabbed a fistful of the closest twin's hair in his hand. It was Sam. Sam let out a yelp of surprise and pain. Eric stumbled forward, eyes wide as Sam fell at Jack's feet. He could feel the tears build up in his eyes as Jack began to kick and smack his brother. When Sam was finally almost to the state of unconsciousness, Eric rushed to his side as Jack threw him to the side. He looked down at Eric, who met his eyes while cradling his brother's bruised and beat up body.
"I'll say it one more time," Jack said menacingly. "Where is Ralph?"
Instead of giving him the satisfaction of knowledge, Eric glared right into his eyes. When Jack began to kneel down toward him to threaten him, Eric did the one thing that would set Jack's anger flaring.
He spit on him.
Right on Jack's freckled face.
Jack straightened up immediately, eyes closed in what seemed to hold his anger in and not lash out at the angry twin. Sam began to stir and then his breathing became deep and Eric knew that he had passed out. Like how Simon used to...
"Roger," Jack said, voice menacingly calm and venom dripping from each word he spoke. All Jack did was wipe off the spit with one hand, eyes remaining closed. He pointed at Eric, and Roger knew straight away what to do. Eric's face contorted in fear and he snapped his eyes to Roger's, who immediately began walking toward him. Roger grabbed Eric by the arm, who tried to wrench himself free. Eric didn't want to leave poor defenseless Sam—who wasn't wary—with Jack Merridew of all people!
Roger grabbed him by both forearms and roughly pulled him up, causing Sam to fall lifelessly onto the hard ground. Eric felt the wetness pool down his cheeks at the sight of his bloodied brother's body. Sam's eyes cracked open a little, and he dizzily cast his eyes upon Eric's own. Then he smiled faintly.
"Sam!" Eric yelled as Sam's eyes closed again—but he knew his brother was still alive, he was just worried. Roger began dragging him into the dark woods.
"Roger, please, don't do this," Eric whimpered, tears staining his dirtied face and blurring his vision. Roger looked back at him with hard, cold eyes. Eric gulped, and closed his eyes as he saw Roger's fist curl up and lift by his head. His eyes were screwed shut, waiting for the impact. When it didn't come, he cracked one eye open, and just as he did, the eye that was open was suddenly dark again and he was suddenly on the floor.
"R—Roger..." he whispered, and all he felt was a pain in his right eye. It was throbbing, and his eyes watered even more with pain. He looked up at the approaching blurry figure and he opened his mouth, but instead of a word, there was only air that came out as he felt something hit his stomach—hard. His breath was knocked out of him, and he tried gasping for air, but just as soon as it was in his lungs, it went straight out with another kick from Roger's strong leg. More hits followed, and then Roger grabbed him by the remains of his shirt and pulled him up. Tears were sliding down his cheeks, his neck, and his chest, mingling with his own blood to make the tears seem like tears of blood.
"So," Roger began, his tone threatening, "Care to tell where Ralph is?" Roger spat Ralph's name as if it was something horrid and distasteful on his tongue. Eric's body shook with fear, but he looked right into Roger's dark eyes and held back his sob. Roger's brows furrowed in anger and he bared his teeth like an animal. Eric's eyes widened slightly, and then he felt Roger's fist slam into his jaw. His head snapped to the side and his body fell to the forest ground once again as Roger's grip disappeared. Eric couldn't help but let out a sound of pain and he began to sob uncontrollably. He tried to get up, only to have Roger step on his back, his chest grinding into the hardness of the ground and he could feel the tiny bumps break his skin and causing them to slightly bleed.
He continued to cry.
"Shu'up!" Roger yelled at him. Eric shut his eyes again as Roger turned him onto his back and began hitting, punching and kicking again. Eric bet there wasn't a single part of his body that wasn't cut, bruised or bleeding. Or all three. He couldn't tell anymore. His sobs slowed and quieted as Roger stopped, took a couple deep breaths, and then stood menacingly before him. Eric blinked and looked into his eyes once again. Roger squatted down so Eric could hear him.
"If you don't tell me," Roger began, using the last method he could think of to get Eric to speak, "I will kill your brother." Eric's eye became more lively than before and he sat up, trying not to wince as pain coursed through his body. He looked at Roger, and started to force himself to talk.
"No—Roger, you—you wouldn't—h-hurt Sam—you wouldn't!" Roger looked at him, then grabbed him by his bloodstained light hair. Eric winced and looked at Roger with pleading eyes.
"Oh, yes I would, and you know I will." Eric closed his eyes, more tears spilling over. He sobbed once, twice, and then looked at Roger.
"H-He said he-he'd hide in the p-place where P-Piggy died...by the b-boulder y-y-you pushed." His voice was soft with guilt of betraying his leader, but Roger understood every word he said.
Roger's mouth twitched upward, until it was a malice filled, evil smile, and let go of Eric. "Perfect." Eric's eyes closed, he dropped back onto the ground, and everything went black. The last thought he had, the person he loved most, echoed over and over in his shutting down mind.
Sam...
~*Punishing Reward*~
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-Ugh. Its short!
Roger: Told you before, you fail at writing long chapters.
-Shu'up Roger.
Roger: Hey, that's a rude way to talk to someone.
-Well, you killed Piggy and beat Samneric. THAT'S rude.
Roger: (mumbles)
-Mhmm, that's what I thought.
Roger: (sticks out tongue and leaves)
-VERY MATURE ROGER! Anyway, you can think of this as a prologue in a way, if you want, but I'm still calling it a first chapter coz, well...it's not really a prologue...whatever. Phew. Hope you guys liked it, please review.
Simon: Yeah, review!
-Simon? When'd you get here?
Simon: Uh, a while ago while you were jumping on the bed and then to your computer, and so forth.
-H...hey! My phone was charging and I was texting Farah... (blushes)
Simon: Well...anyway, yeah, review so that she feels motivated to write chapter two!
-Yeah...
Jack: Nahh, review my story, where you—the reader—get to be in love with me and the feeling is mutual.
-Jack! Where'd you come from? And hey, that's mean.
Jack: Well, I want you to update it! And when two people love each other very much, they passionately kiss and then they—
-JACK! I'M TOO YOUNG FOR DETAILS!
Jack: And—(huff) fine.
-Phew. That was close—hey, where's Roger?
Jack: Hm...don't know..
Simon: Beats me. (shrug)
-Great...if he's over at Farah's house, I swear...!
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