Watch the World Walk By
Summary: 6 years later, the boys still haven't been saved. But everyone survives and the boys live in harmony. Until their first hope of rescue in years ends badly. Instead of being home the boys are still stuck, plus one girl. Girl on the Island; Ralph/OC/Jack.
A/N: I have totally been procrastinating. :D
Disclaimer: I don't own Lord of The Flies or any of its characters!
"Alright everyone! Please quiet down!" Piggy called from the platform, waving his arms around to try and get everyone's attention. A few littleuns turned obediently to face him, sitting cross legged on the ground under the shade of the palm tree leaves. The rest continued to laugh and talk and whisper amongst each other, completely oblivious to Piggy's request.
"Everyone! Please!" Piggy called out again, only to have the boys talk louder to hear each other over Piggy and the other conversations. The short, stout boy was quickly losing his patience.
"EVERYBODY SHUT UP!" He cried, blowing into the conch shell as loudly as his asthmatic lungs would let him. A hushed silence fell over the group as everyone finally turned and gave their attention to their leader. Piggy sighed deeply, content that he had caught their attention.
"Now that I have your attention, I have some important things to address. First of all, is that the other day I came across the fire and it was unattended." Piggy put his hands on his hips, his conch shell pressed between his arm and torso. "That cannot happen anymore, we've become much too lenient."
"Second. I'm sure most, if not all, of you guys saw that plane crash a couple days ago." A burst of murmurs spread through the group of boys, quiet and unsure.
"Well, we weren't rescued, sadly. But we-or rather, Ralph, managed to rescue someone else." Piggy turned to his left where Ralph usually stood, surprised to find the spot empty. He looked over at Jack, who seemed to be intentionally giving as little attention to Piggy as possible. He glared at his bare feet, his face was red. Probably from the heat, Piggy thought.
"Where's Ralph?" Piggy called out to the boys, scanning the crowd for them, but having much trouble with the cracks in one of his glasses' lens.
"Here! Sorry!" Ralph came dashing out of brush, pushing the broad leaves out of his way. Holly followed soon after, stumbling over an upturned root in the ground. Jack suddenly looked up; his grimace turning into an even bigger frown at is the sight of Ralph was making him nauseous.
A burst of conversation suddenly sparked among the boys again, absolutely befuddled that there was a girl in their presence.
"EVERYBODY QUIET!" Piggy called again, this time getting their attention rather easily. He motioned for Holly to come towards the front, and she did so, rather uncomfortably as she felt the stares of the boys on her. She pulled her shirt a little closer as she passed across the front and stood on the other side of Ralph.
"Everyone, this is Holly. Be nice to her; teach her how to do things when she doesn't know." Piggy emphasized, leaning a little to his right and finally getting Jack to look up, give him an irritated and scoot away from him. Piggy crossed his arms across his chest, satisfied that the meeting had gone smoother than most others. Holly smiled weakly; waved to the boys, feeling extremely shy all of the sudden.
"Will someone to come and rescue us?"
"Did you come to rescue us?"
"Were you flying the plane?"
"Was there anyone else on the plane with you?"
"How did you get here?"
"Where were you going?"
Question after question came from the boys, bursting with innocent curiosity, and desperate for rescue, even after all this time.
"I…" Holly paused as the boys suddenly fell into a hush to listen to her story.
"It was only my father and I on the plane. H-he was a pilot." She choked, swallowing, as she tried to continue.
"We were on our way to America… F-from England. Running from Russians-" Holly got cut off suddenly by a low but loud rumble. The four standing on the platform suddenly looked up towards the sky, Jack being the only one who leaped off the platform, kicking up a small cloud of sand as he landed. Simon, sitting at the back of the group rose to his feet and walked out from under the shade of the palm trees, followed shortly by Jack.
Approaching quickly from the unoccupied side of the island, was a dark, threatening storm cloud. The breeze was picking up, the sky quickly getting darker, and even the littleuns began to stir.
"What is it?" Piggy asked, lowered himself off the platform and onto the sand of the beach and began to weave himself through the littleuns who had begun to rise to their feet. Holly glanced at Ralph uneasily, who looked back at her quickly, shrugged and followed suit to the other two boys. The brunette quickly followed after, careful not to trip over the other kids on the way.
"It's a storm." Piggy announced, the shred of nervousness in his voice was visible.
"No shit, Sherlock." Jack retorted, crossing his arms across his chest.
"Jack, quit it." Ralph hissed at the red head that simply rolled his eyes and turned towards the sea.
"Roger, Samneric." A pair of lanky twins clumsily rose to their feet, their shaggy brown hair pulled back into short ponytails at the back of their necks, using each other to bring themselves to their feet.
"Ye' Piggy?" the twins chimed in unison, the slightly taller of the boys slicked his hair back and out of his face to look identical to his twin's. The shorter one seemed to fidget a bit, looking restless and anxious at the same time. He suddenly leaned down, sharply nudging another boy in the shoulder. The tanned boy suddenly stirred from his nap, using the tree he leaned against to pull himself to his feet. He was tall, tanned and toned, his dark hair was sloppily cut and his dark eyes looked tired and uninterested. That is, until his gaze fell upon the newest member of their community. He raised an eyebrow in curiosity, and leaned over and whispered something to Sam who proceeded to shrug.
"You guys take the littleuns to the cave. The rest of us will carry back what we can save." Ralph spoke for his shorter friend, not taking his eyes off of the rapidly approaching storm. The twins nodded eagerly and quickly began herding the younger ones, who, reluctant at first, eventually complied. Roger didn't budge, his arms crossed over his chest as he glanced back between the twins and the kids and the rest of them on the beach.
"Are you sure you don't want me to help?" Roger asked, stepping out onto the beach. Piggy glanced at him urgently, looked him up and down as he was making up his mind.
"Okay, Roger, you go with Jack, I'll go with Ralph, Simon, you're with Holly. Don't lose each other okay? If anyone gets stranded out here you're screwed." They all agreed with a quiet or nervous nod. Jack and Roger turned away, and dashing down the shore towards the shelters with the others quickly following after.
"Holly, Simon! You guys bring back the two mats and the knives back to the cave, okay?" Piggy shouted over the wind that had begun to pick up dramatically, whipping their hair around and blowing up clouds of dust.
"Okay!" Simon called back, turning and motioning for Holly to follow him.
The two dashed across the sand into a trembling shelter, shaking violently from the wind and rattling the stacks of wood around. Simon quickly dropped to his knees, rolling up a straw mat woven together with strips of cloth and grabbing a black pouch that sat in the corner, tossing it to Holly. She clumsily caught it, surprised by the weight despite the size of the bag.
"The knives, be careful with them." Simon shouted to her as she nodded, helping him roll up the second mat. The lanky boy tucked both mats under his arms and maneuvered out of the shelter with minimal damage to the structure itself. He stumbled immediately, as the wind blew at him in strong gusts, nearly knocking him over.
"You know the way right? This way," Simon mouthed, motioning towards the woods, right in the direction of the storm cloud. Holly stood and watched in awe for a moment, until a flash of lightning, promptly followed by a deafening crack of thunder rudely snapped her out of her daze and sent her running to catch up to Simon. Holly stepped ahead of him, pushing the brush away to let him through. She turned momentarily, glancing out into the ocean, tossing and turning in an untamable anger. All she could do was watch and get that feeling in her gut, that wrenching feeling.
"Come on!" Simon nudged her when she didn't budge. She snapped out of it again and disappeared after Simon into the thickest part of the jungle.
It was hot and humid, almost unbearably so. Although the jungle was in shade, the heat that found its way between the overgrowth was trapped and made the whole jungle feel like a sauna. Holly stumbled closely after Simon, glancing over her shoulder every once in a while and looking for the rest of the group that they'd quickly left behind. She turned around just in time before running right into Simon, who had stopped, dropping one of the mats to the ground and supporting himself with his free arm against a nearby tree trunk. His shoulders rose and fell quickly, his body still and free of trembling, but leaning back and forth a bit.
"S-simon? What's wrong?" Holly stepped to his side, maneuvering herself in front of him.
"I-I'm dizzy. I think I'm going to pass out." He muttered.
"W-what? Should we take a break?"
Wide-eyed, he blinked once, then twice and shook his head like a dog. He bent over and picked up the matt again, stepping past Holly again. And then his legs suddenly gave out, and he crumpled to the ground, cushioned by the grass and bushes.
"Simon!" Holly quickly dropped to her knees by her friend, shaking him and trying to get him to wake. Out cold. Shit.
"Oh god." A rumble of thunder. Holly felt something wet fall on her arm, she quickly wiped it away, glancing up towards the treetops. It was beginning to rain. She tried tugging on his arm again, trying to wake him up.
"Simon-Simon, wake up!"
A/N: You wanted Samneric and Roger, you got them. Yeaaaaaaah! Sorry Roger seems kinda OOC, it's kinda hard when you can't do much with him :'D
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