Note: This takes place after Jack's tribe "acquires" Samneric.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, except the idea.
I've got it. The power. All of the authority, his authority, is mine. All of the boys follow me, belong to me. They do love me; they do need me. And now that I have the garden, it's time to start pulling those pesky, insignificant weeds. Those weeds that ruined a once grand, beautifully desirable garden. And since the source seems to be hiding, I'll have to settle with the next best thing.
Samneric, they seem like such a bright child. Too bad their untapped talent, their fierce loyalty, was strewn upon the most wretched weed that dare plague this prosperous garden. No matter. My little right hand man will have them begging in time. Begging for mercy from Roger, from me. But they won't get any. Not from me, anyway. Roger must show some mercy, on my command of course, for the psychical limitations of the human body limit our recruiting method. We can't have our handcrafted little spies dying on us, can we?
Once we've recruited the child, we'll need to take care of the elephant in the room: Ralph. Just thinking about his retched name leave a bad taste in my mouth. But he won't be a nuisance for long. No, we will, we have to, find him. And when we do, I'll be the one who looks him in the eye when I drive his own deadly spear between his ribs. And I will enjoy every drop of precious blood, every scream forced to drop from those chapped lips of his, every wound his inevitable thrashing will cause.
So Ralph?
Game over.
Note: I'm truly sorry for this...