I'm not really sure about this story. Can people please review this? I need some feedback on whether to continue or not. Does it feel Lord-of-the-Flies-ish or not? Just looking for some feedback.

This chapter is relatively short, but I hope you like it anyway.

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My eyes shut, clenched.

Shit.

I stood where I was, I didn't move. It wasn't like I was afraid or anything. I just…well you know what I mean. The voice from behind came again.

"Basil, what are you doing?"

"Just…talking to them."

I felt eyes piercing my back, for my hair didn't settle.

"Talking, huh?"

"Mm-hm."

"You two get out of here."

I looked up at Ralph, who seemed angry and frustrated. His blonde hair was rigid, surprisingly clean, must've just taken a bath. I could feel someone getting closer to my back, I saw a shadow behind mine, the voice was close.

"Shut it, Ralph."

"Then get back to you and your little savage games. We don't want you over here."

I didn't look at my companion.

"Let's go Basil."

I nodded and started towards the jungle. I looked up and saw the other go into the jungle. I looked over my shoulder. Ralph and Samneric were still in the same spot. Some of the littluns had come back, and Piggy was just about over his wheezing. Taking a deep sigh, I headed into the dark protection of the jungle. I crept over some fallen logs before I caught up to him. I hesitated a bit before speaking; I could feel my heart pounding in my head.

"…Y-you're not going to tell Jack…are you?"

"No."

I could feel my headache lifting, the nervousness made me sick. I looked at Roger. He was a bit shorter than me, not by a whole lot though. I was the 3rd in size. First was Jack, then Maurice, then me. We had similar black hair, only his was straighter. Mine had a few tiny flips here and there, and some random white strand of hair on the back of my head...it's not really noticeable though. Mine was …thicker than his. Our hair lengths were about the same, but his bangs were a little longer. A little bit longer that they may cover his eyes. Sorry, too much hair talk, I have (or had) 3 sisters. Girls are really annoying. Did I already talk about this? I looked ahead again.

"Roger?"

"Hm?"

"How did you know I was there?"

"I saw you walking through the woods while we were hunting. I was able to slip away without them noticing." He turned and looked at me. "You're lucky it was me who found you."

I nodded. What if it was Jack who found me? He'd rip my eyes out or something.

"Roger! Basil!" I froze. Jack's voice was laden with authority. Roger didn't react, but of course, I didn't really expect him to. I followed him to the clearing, where Jack and a few others were waiting, around a decapitated pig. "Where've you two been?"

I opened my mouth to speak but was cut off by lovely little Roger.

"I found Basil while looking for the pigs, he was looking for us."

"Why was he looking for us? He stayed back to watch the littluns."

I blinked, and panicked unnecessarily.

"One of the piglets had escaped, we went looking for it."

"Did you find it?"

"'Course."

Jack's eyes narrowed. Roger stared back at him, unwavering. I didn't get what had become of those two; they used to be great friends. I mean, they still are, but Roger just seems more of a follower now, not…friend-like.

"Alright. Basil!" I jumped at the ferocity in my name. "Help the others get the pig to the fire pit. Roger and Maurice, come with me, we're going to get Piggy's specs."

Jack and Maurice made their way into the forest, Roger lingered. He shrugged at me, and then followed after the others. I stood, shaking slightly. The hunters that were left, they looked at me questioning, I could feel their eyes on my back. I ignored them though, and stood.

After a few moments, I turned towards them all.

"Alright, Robert, Bill! Pick up the carcass. Henry, pick up anything that's left behind."

They obeyed; I attempted to hide a grin. Authority did feel good; maybe it's why Jack was so full of himself. I continued watching the boys, and followed once they started to make the little trek to the fire. I looked down at my feet. I was bare-footed. I've always like being bare foot, feeling the grass in between your toes, it squishing underneath and tickling your feet, it's like freedom, only not in a literal sense, more…metaphorical. The shoe is like, let's say, the government, school, parents. Once it's gone, you're free. But you know…freedom isn't all it's cut out to be, on this island at least…you're lonely, no matter how many others there are.

Sorry.

We got to the pit and I began surveying their work. They cut the pig open and began to disembowel it. It's pink, fatty guts were strewn everywhere. I didn't really think it was gross, but the smell was horrid. Percival looked like he threw up in his mouth a little, poor kid. A crowd began to gather around us, all watching the gutting. Black noise enveloped us, not even disturbed by the fire cracking. The night around us too seemed to thicken, as if it was holding its breath. The lighting cast by the fire highlighted the awesome faces of the tribe, painted black and white. The feeling in the air was suffocating; it sprung on us like a cat.

Phil too had noticed this, and started breathing heavily. Others too started acting out of it, my head started to pound. Maybe it was the fire, the smell, the binding night…maybe it was freedom.