A/N The bold text below is from the end of the book where my fanfic starts. Hope you guys enjoy! Please review, you can compliment or criticize!
Ralph screamed, a scream of fright and anger and desperation. His legs straightened, the screams became continuous and foaming. He shot forward, burst the thicket, was in the open, screaming, snarling, bloody. He swung the stake and the savage tumbled over; but there were others coming toward him, crying out. He swerved as a spear flew past and then was silent, running. All at once the lights flickering ahead of him merged together, the roar of the forest rose to thunder and a tall bush directly in his path burst into a great fan-shaped flame. He swung to the right, running desperately fast, with the heat beating on his left side and the fire racing forward like a tide. The ululation rose behind him and spread along, a series of short sharp cries, the sighting call. A brown figure showed up at his right and fell away. They were all running, all crying out madly. He could hear them crashing in the undergrowth and on the left was the hot, bright thunder of the fire. He forgot his wounds, his hunger and thirst, and became fear; hopeless fear on flying feet, rushing through the forest toward the open beach. Spots jumped before his eyes and turned into red circles that expanded quickly till they passed out of sight. Below him someone's legs were getting tired and the desperate ululation advanced like a jagged fringe of menace and was almost overhead. He stumbled over a root and the cry that pursued him rose even higher. He saw a shelter burst into flames and the fire flapped at his right shoulder and there was the glitter of water. Then he was down, rolling over and over in the warm sand, crouching with arm to ward off, trying to cry for mercy. He staggered to his feet, tensed for more terrors, and looked up at...
…Jack Merridew, who Ralph supposed counted as a terror.
"So this is this it then,?" said Ralph bitterly "This is what happens? We were friends Jack, friends. Now here we are with you trying to murder me. Just like Piggy and Simon.
"We never did anything to Simon!" Jack screamed, his eyes flashing with an insane glimmer. "That was the beast! We… we"
Ralph took advantage of this pause to speak."You know what you did. This was a good island Jack; somehow things went bad is all. We still have a chance to be friends again if we can forget what happened and get rescued."
"Rescued?! You said that a fire was what we needed to be rescued! Here's your fire Ralph, we should all be safe according to you, except we're still here!" the surrounding savages chorused their agreement and enclosed Ralph and Jack in a slowly spinning circle.
"Kill the boy, cut his throat, spill his blood."
Ralph's chest began to rise and fall rapidly, his fear beginning to show.
"Well if you think I'm going down without a fight you're stupid and wrong, you were always wrong."
"You say that again "leader", and I'll kill you."
"You're stupid! You're just a twelve-year-old child."
"A child then, but a child with a spear and a grudge to settle." Jack smiled "and I warned you what would happen if you called me stupid again."
"Kill the boy, cut his throat, spill his blood."
Ralph positioned himself in something as close to a fighting stance as he could get with the wound in his side. He stumbled forward with the Lord of the Flies' stake in his hands, spent adrenaline leaving him shaking with exhaustion. Jack's smile reminded him of when the redhead was going to hunt, insane with the power to kill.
With deceptive ease Jack smacked the stake out of his weakened fingers.
"Wait, Jack, don't do this." Ralph was panicking.
Jack stomped forward, slamming the length of his spear across Ralph's body. An outcry of pain was drawn from the smaller boy as he fell to the ground and the gash on his ribs reopened. Ralph looked up to see the butt of Jack's spear whip through the air and felt an explosion of pain on the side of his head. A startlingly red stain spattered from the blonde's hair to the sand. Ralph cried out again.
"How do you like it now Ralph?" Jack screamed, his voice cracking with hatred for the boy before him "Now you're the one on the outside, you have no tribe and are at my mercy.
"Jack, please, no."
"Too late Ralph, I'm done. You should have thought about the consequences of crossing me."
"What did I even do to you?" Ralph scrabbled at the ground, searching for a weapon, his spear, anything. His desperate hands found a rock. He threw weakly, the granite missile bouncing of Jack, who continued to advance.
"Roger, give me your stick, the one sharpened at both ends." Jack's outstretched hand received the murder weapon, his eyes glinting with hatred again.
Ralph lay frozen on the ground as the cruelly sharp point descended. Jack pulled back at the last second, realizing what would happen if the spear went all the way down. Ralph was right, he was only a child, and a life, a human life was a very big thing to take.
"I knew you couldn't do it Jack," breathed Ralph with relief "just like that pig when we first got here, you can't kill me."
"No Ralph, I'm different now. The island has changed me but you've stayed weak." The chant and ralph treating him like a littlun goaded Jack to violence.
"Kill the boy" the spear went down "cut his throat" Ralph gasped as he was stabbed "spill his blood" a red puddle began to form.
Ralph looked at Jack in shock, his canes clutching weakly at the piece of wood stabbed into his stomach.
"I'll be back to haunt you tonight. You think a simple spear can get rid of me so easily? I'll live forever in your memories. You won't be able to stop thinking about me, the boy you murdered." A tree exploded in the fire behind Jack, wreathing his head in a halo of demonic light.
"You say you've been murdered, so why are you still talking? Dead boys shouldn't speak." said Jack, twisting the spear deeper into the dying child in the sand. Ralph yelped in pain, the giggled deliriously.
"Wow, Who knew you'd actually kill me. I didn't think you'd have had the guts for it." Ralph coughed again and with his final breath said something that chilled the surrounding hunters to the bone.
"See you tonight Jack Merridew, or see you in Hell."