Hello there! Tis I, reality-be-rent, come to bring you yet another crappy story. OK, I know this story is really stupid, but I just wrote it for a little bit of fun, so I understand completely that it's not perfect. However, I just felt that I'd like to share it with you. I'm sorry that it's not very good, but I'll be truly happy if it manages to bring even a small smile to your face!
Disclaimer: Alas, I am not a deceased bearded man called Sir William Golding (never forget the 'Sir', my friends). I also take no credit for the Fairy Tales used in this story.
[Chapter 1 - Samneric's discovery]
"D'you think Ralph's right?"
"..Huh?" Eric looked up into a face identical to his, confusion clearly written all over his face.
"D'you actually believe that keeping the fire going is gonna get us rescued?" Sam clarified. Eric's face lit up with realisation.
"I see! ... I mean, I hope so since whatever Ralph says-"
"Is usually true because-"
"Ralph's the chief and him and Piggy are-"
"The only ones left who've got any sense." Sam finished, nodding.
The two twins had been just finished their fire duty (which had become much more frequent since the massive split of the group… and Simon's death) and were on their way to find Ralph and Piggy, who were to take the next turn.
They had a lot of faith in their chief, but with so much time past already, and one ship already missing them, they couldn't help but worry every now and again.
In fact, they had been discussing this up until this point, when Eric spotted something glowing very faintly in the water. "Hey, Sam." Said boy looked towards his twin's shell shocked face, "what on earth-"
"-Is that?" Sam finished his brother's sentence after turning to look in the same direction as his brother, seeing the glowing too.
Eric began to wade into the dark, almost black, water until he stood before the glow. Sam became nervous, being the eldest and having no idea what this mysterious glow belonged to, jogged to his brother's side and grabbed the arm that had begun reaching beneath the waves. "I don't think this is such a good idea. Maybe we should-"
"-go and tell Ralph. Good-"
"-idea."
"Look, if I hear once more about a bloody beastie, I am seriously going to lose it. We've already… we've already lost Simon." The blond's heart ached and he became distracted by the memory of the sweet, loyal boy everybody had thought was batty, including himself. The boy who'd stuck by him, despite being a member of Jack's choir. Recollecting his thoughts to focus on what was important right now, he said, "and I hope the bloody, bloody, bloody fire hasn't gone out - you two took ages. What have you been up to?"
Both twins looked to each other, sharing knowing looks, before returning their attention to Ralph. Sam spoke first, "Ralph, we found something. Something we-"
"-really think you ought to see."
Ralph sighed, seeing the desperate looks in their eyes. The seriousness in those four eyes made him curious also, "alright, but you'd better not be pulling my leg."
It didn't take long to find the strange glow, after all, it was pitch black out now - it had to have been past eleven, at least - and it was glowing.
"So," Ralph began, wading out to the glow similarly to the way Eric had only a few moments ago, "this is what you were talking about I presume?"
The twins nodded simultaneously. Ralph dunked his head under the water, hoping to get a better look. Once his eyes adjusted to the glow, he could see quite clearly that it was a book. A very old fashioned looking book too; curled golden font, leather-bound, and from what he could see, the pages were yellowing as well as sopping wet. Ralph returned to the surface and recounted to the others.
Ralph sighed, "'spose we'd better take it back to Piggy; he'll know what to do."
Eric made his way over, bent down and lifted the book from the cold embrace of the ocean, drying it as best he could against the decrepit remains of his school shirt. Ralph nodded and began to make his way into the direction of the camp, and the twins followed suit.
Everything was fine, until one moment, Eric began to notice that the object in his arms was beginning to glow more rapidly, and the next moment; he was gone.
"ERIC!"
"Who goes there?"
"Roger, it's us - Ralph and Sam - don't pretend you can't recognise us because we aren't wearing makeup like you-"
"IT'S DAZZLE PAINT!" Jack shrieked, coming out from behind Roger.
"Sure, anyway. Listen, we found - well, the twins found it, actually - anyway, the twins found this book in the water down by our camp an-"
"That's lovely Ralph, now you can read each other bedtime stories, " said Jack, clearly uninterested. "Now so long.. Go on, off you go!"
"Chief, maybe we could have some fun with them." Roger said darkly, grinning down at Ralph and Sam from where he was perched.
Jack grinned, clearly liking the idea. Ralph looked into Jack's eyes desperately, "please, you didn't let us finish. It was shining, or glowing, whatever you want to call it! So we were going to bring it back to Piggy to see what he thought about it. But I can't find him anywhere and..." Ralph pushed back his mane of hair irritably, "and Eric's gone."
"Why should I care?"
That was a good point. Jack had clearly left for a reason, and Jack hadn't had much remorse for what they'd all done to Simon that night. But Ralph had little to no one left to turn to; Simon was dead (yes, simon, he would've had some advice. After all, this whole situation is batty), Piggy was nowhere to be found, Sam was too preoccupied freaking out over his brother to be thinking logically at the moment, and the littluns…. Well, they didn't count.
Other hunters began to arrive now. Maurice was first, who tried to sneak up on Roger, but only succeeded in gaining a red mark on his forehead from where Roger smacked him in the face with his spear. Robert and Henry came soon after, along with some others that Ralph couldn't remember the names of. Bill was the last, fashionably late as he called it but it was really because everyone forgot about him (again) and left without him. Even Robert, who Bill chose to stand by, turned to him, looking slightly disturbed at this random boy who was stood so close to him, before he remembered who he was and calmed down. Poor Bill.
"We should get him to join our tribe!"
"No, we'll do him instead." (NOT like that, naughty reader.)
"Yeah, run him in, Jack!"
"Show 'im whose Chief now!"
"No, no, no, we ought to torture him." Roger's eyes lit up at the suggestion. Jack placed his hand on Roger's dirty shoulder, trying to calm down his inner sadist.
"Look at me, Jack." Ralph screamed. Jack stopped looking at (a now very sad) Roger understandingly. He looked at Ralph, "Can't you see that I'm desperate? Why else would I come here?"
Jack's face remained impassive, and the hunters took this as their cue to form a circle around the two blonds. Ralph continued to stare at Jack, his eyes pleading with him, until he could see Jack no more; he saw only the faces of multiple painted savages closing in on them. Sam squeaked and grasped Ralph's hand tightly, and Ralph made no move to remove the younger boy's hand. Instead, he squeezed back.
In his other hand, the book began to glow again and then suddenly… Ralph disappeared.
"RALPH!"
END OF CHAPTER 1
This was incredibly awful - I'm so sorry! Please don't be angry!
~reality-be-rent~
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