I decided to expand this fic. I've been inspired to continue this in regard to each of the boys. Thanks Simon, this one's for you and bluetoothpaste!

Disclaimer: I don't own Piggy or Lord of the Flies.

Wilber Muck slipped his sausage-like fingers through the pillars of a rickety banister. His hands encircled the strongest one and his spectacles glazed over as he surveyed the empty candy store below his feet. Each candy was sorted by brand, then type, and then flavor. Everything was where it ought to be, but the shelves, like the stairs, were decaying.

The light tinkling of a bell met his ears and his eyes rose to the door. He wished the visitor could have been a friendly boy his age, maybe one blinder then he, but instead a portly woman in an oversized black dress waddled inside, his aunt.

"Wilber, you were supposed ready yourself sweetie. You'll be off soon." She removed a shawl from her shoulders and placed it next to the cash register.

"I were just on my way. I-I got my bags, I-I-I were planning to say goodbye to-to the littluns first." Tears lined his glasses while he hurried down the stairs, his bags thumping his side with every shallow breath. He was intercepted by his aunt at the final step. She collected him into a tight hug, letting his tears spill onto the black fabric of her dress.

"I thought you'd say that, they're right outside, but honey remember what I said about your sentences." She lifted his chin in the palm of her hand and kissed him on the cheek as he nodded and tried to catch his breath. "Be careful of your asthma, okay?" Wilber nodded again before slipping under her arm and padding towards the door.

"Piggy!" the door slammed behind Wilber and he looked incredulously at little red headed boy who had shouted the greeting.

"Oi, Piggy!"

"It's Piggy!" Four little children gathered around his knees giggling about their new joke.

"Hi Piggy!"

"My name's not Piggy, it's Wilber, and you all know that. How did you hear…?" Wilber's voice faded as he noticed another red head leaning against an overgrown tree on the other side of the road. Their eye's locked and a violent storm of rage rocked both boys. Wilber had a feeling this boy was the root of his problems.

"My brother, he told me!" The little red head giggled again and joyously tugged at Wilber's dress shirt. "He says your name is Piggy. Piggy!" He pointed to the suspicious figure that crossed his arms at his recognition.

"That's a lie. My name's Wilber. I've watched over you since you was tots. I know all your names and none of them is Piggy. Neither is mine." His blood boiled in the afternoon heat and he watched the figure slink away before looking down at the red headed littlun and his friends.

"Piggy! Piggy!" A choirs spread around him and his face grew red. The littlun skipped around innocently and laughed.

"No, no. Mine were Wilber. Stop, stop. Mine were Wilber! Stop Timothy!" The red headed littlun, Timothy, stopped in his tracks and stared up at Wilber with wide eyes. The others followed his lead. The smallest littlun rubbed his shoe into the ground and avoided Wilber's eyes, eyes that softened as he saw them look apologetically at the ground.

"There's a war on. They'll be taking us away group by group. I'm leaving, going on a big plane, to a nice place far, far away. You all might too as it were, but I leave today. I won't be seeing you, none of you, never again maybe." Their wide eyes filled with tears and they bawled into each other's back as Wilber whispered into the empty air.

"I'm sorry Wilber. I didn't mean nothing." A black haired littlun with defined features and a pointy nose stepped forward.

"Yea, we're all sorry. We don't want you to leave." Timothy hugged Wilber's thigh. Wilber pried him off carefully and kneeled down so he was eye level of the boys. He wiped a tear off of Timothy's face and pulled all of the littluns into a hug.

"I've got to, but I'll come back for you little ones. I-I've got to."

It's short, I know. I hope you liked it!

So, was that boy Jack? Someone like him? That's up to your imagination.

Like I said in the description: cookies to anyone who gets the symbolism in either of these chapters.

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