BONUS
Section Two: Jack
Failure
The streets were always cold at night. Jacks shiny shoes clicked on the ground. His thin jacket blowing in the wind. Had he really just seen Ralph? The boy he rebelled against so long ago. The blonde brought back a window of memories. The bloodshed that happened on that island. The hunt. He could still remember the hot sand under his feet, in between toes. Ralph only metres before them, crawling through the sand in hopes of escape. Then that man.
'I just want him to forgive me.' Jack continued walking, his red hair was blowing in the wind. His toes hit something metal with a clunk. Train tracks. Jack sat in between them, letting his mind fly away.
'Jack Merridew, what are you doing?' he looked up at the blonde.
'I'm so sorry.'
'Jack, come inside…' The red head got up and followed Ralph into the old house. They sat down at the table in the kitchen, old specs with no lenses in the middle.
'You live here?' Ralph nodded, 'Alone?' another nod.
'You never married?'
'Why bother? Did you ever?'
'No…' The two remained silent for a long time, eyes locked on the specs.
'I'll forgive you.'
'Ralph, thank you! Thank you.'
'I don't want to ever see you again though. You still look like a monster.' Their eyes were locked on each others before Jack spoke.
'I understand.' The red head lifted himself from the chair, 'Thank you, Ralph.' Door slamming shut behind him.
End of Section Two: Jack
