Sorry this is so short, I've been really busy with school and whatnot. If somebody reviews I'll post a new, longer chapter. I promise!
Disposing of the body had been fairly easy. Life on the island had taken its toll on Ralph's physique and he now weighed very little.
Of course, thought Jack, the lack of blood probably helped as well.
At first Jack had been happy, very happy. He had always felt second to Ralph and with the blond out of the way he was the undisputed chief of the island. Now, as Jack dragged Ralph's limp body through the burnt-out forest and the elation of the kill faded, deeper and more alien emotions began to set in. He remembered how shocked Maurice had looked when the spear drove home. Oh god. Had he really just murdered someone? Ralph had been a boy too, just like him. A boy with parents, teachers, friends. None of which now knew he was dead. What would they think of Jack if they knew what he had done? No. They would never know. Jack was never getting off this damn island so they would never know how Ralph died. Wracked with guilt and horror at what he'd done Jack dropped Ralph to the jungle floor and fell to his knees beside the boy who had once been his friend. A silent tear dropped from Jack's eye to the dead boy's chest.
Jack Merridew laid Ralph out among the ashes and walked out of the small clearing with blood on his hands and remorse in his heart.
Ralph's eyelids twitched and he slowly dragged himself back to consciousness. He wasn't dead! The charred trees spun around him as Ralph dizzily tried to sit up. That felt so weird, like he was leaving part of himself on the ground. Sucks to Jack! What kind of hunter fails to kill his prey? That wasn't his chief concern, Ralph realized. He still needed to find a safe place to lie low.
Ralph stood, and stumbled drunkenly. He had to have lost a lot of blood to be this dizzy, and this pale. Ralph noticed a long stick on the ground that could double as a sort of crutch until he regained his balance. However, when he tried to pick up the stick, his hands passed right through it. Okay… that was strange. He must have just missed it. Ralph tried again focusing as hard as he could. With some effort, this time he was able to pick up the stick and lean against it. Anger towards Jack surged through him. How dare that little full-of-himself-prick betray and try to murder him!? Ralph no longer cared how dangerous it was, he was going to search the whole island until he found Jack and got back at him!