Okay here is chapter 7! Actually right now I'm re-reading Lord of the Flies because I got the 50th anniversary edition, so I feel really special…and obsessed…Anyways I hope you like this one! Reviews are always welcome!

[Chapter 7]

Jack cracked open his icy blue eyes. It was dark, he blinked in confusion. Jack sat up quickly and searched the inside of the cave in a panic.

"Ralph?" He said into the darkness. There came no answer from the fair angel, not even a trace of breath. I know I wasn't dreaming. Jack thought to himself erratically. He had sang to the blonde the previous night hadn't he? Jack rushed out of the small cave and was momentarily blinded by the brightness of the sun. Once his vision adjusted, jealousy flooded his veins.

Ralph was sitting in between the two twins, laughing and making a joke. One of the twins, Sam or Eric (Jack never bothered to try telling them apart), poked at Ralph's arm and made a ludicrous comment. The three of them giggled quietly.

Jack knew he really had no reason to be jealous…it wasn't like Ralph was over there making out with the boys. But, every time one of the twins tentatively touched the blonde's arms, Jack wanted to rip their heads off. The Chief began to march over to the boys, but then winced. Pain quickly shot up his leg from his left ankle. He was so worried about Ralph earlier that the pain didn't seem relevant, but now it was making itself known. Jack held onto his leg and cursed loudly, grabbing attention from surrounding savages.

Ralph glanced up from Sam's frantic hand gestures (from a joke he was just telling of course), and saw the red head irritably limping to his awkwardly made "throne". The Chief sat down heavily and glared at his red puffy ankle. Ralph stood up, and a shy hand caught the back of his wrist.

"Where are you going?" Eric asked quietly, glancing at the Chief worriedly.

"I'm going to see if Jack's okay." Ralph said, pulling his arm out of Eric's weak grip. A silent conversation carried between the two twins as they quickly glanced at each other.

"The Chief doesn't like when people ask him questions." Said Sam warily.

"Yes," Eric agreed, "or when people call him Jack."

The fair boy frowned lightly but didn't take any of their advice to mind as he walked over to Jack. The red head glowered as he poked at his left ankle. The war paint across of his face was almost smudged off. Ralph placed a warm hand on Jack's burnt shoulder. The red head glared up in his direction.

"Hey…" Jack huffed, shrugging off Ralph's hand.

"You're ankle's still hurt?" Ralph kneeled down and with a gentle hand lightly brushed the red head's leg. Jack nodded irritably. He glanced around at the curious twins, and then at the other biguns that were reenacting previous hunts. A conflict arose in his mind.

"We still don't have any pig." Jack grumbled. He glanced down at Ralph's crouching form and twirled a piece of blonde hair around in his blood stained finders. "What should I do?" Jack asked quietly.

Ralph was almost dumbfounded by Jack's question. Never had Jack asked him for help before. The fair boy glanced around their setting self consciously. "Well…" he began, grabbing the red head's hand out of his hair and holding it. "…obviously you can't hunt. Why don't you just let Roger and the other biguns get a pig on their own?"

Jack frowned at the idea. He wanted to hunt, and he wanted to chant and kill the pig. If the Chief couldn't hunt, then no one else could either. Jack was almost satisfied with this solution when his stomach grumbled. I don't want to eat more fruit. A voice whined in the back of Jack's mind. Just do Ralph's idea, it will only be one hunt. Besides, what good would you be bumbling around the forest like a bloke? Jack sighed and glared at the sun bathed rock. "That will have to do…" He murmured, tugging his hand out of Ralph's grip. "…and when we have a feast tonight, you can finally eat too, and be part of my tribe." Jack said proudly, excitement flitted across his face. "You can put on war paint, and hunt with us. We'll be together all the time."

Ralph stood up, his body rigid with a torn feeling. He could join Jack's tribe. The thought of being with Jack and Samneric, and even Roger made him giddy. But, he knew, he could never accept Jack's invitation. He could never wear war paint. He could never hunt pig. He could never feast with the others. Something deep in the fair boys' mind told him that if he gave in, they would never be rescued. Jack looked up at Ralph expectantly, waiting for an appropriate response. "Jack…" Ralph began quietly, "…that would be really cool but…"

"But…? Who cares? You know you want to. Samneric want you to, I want you to." Jack reached out to grab Ralph's hand, but the blonde took a step back.

"I can't. If I join your tribe, who will get us rescued…" Old scars began to peel back open. Jack's eyes darkened.

"You're still going on about rescue?" Anger bit at his tone, he motioned to get up, but then winced and settled back down. "Ralph give it up. If we were to be rescued, that ship from before would have spotted us and-"

"They didn't spot us because you let the fire out." Old memories of betrayal and hatred began to surface. Both the boys looked at each other in love and hate.

"You and your fire!" Jack spat. Surrounding boys glanced over at the Chief and Ralph with new entertainment. "Just join me! I can give you everything you want!" The pain in Jack's ankle didn't seem as important as he shakily stood up. "I order you to join my tribe!"

The fair boy glared at Jack in disgust. "Order me? Jack, you may think you have control over everything on the island, but that's not true!" Hot tears pricked behind Ralph's eyes. What the hell was he thinking? Loving Jack? The haunting image of Simon from his nightmare flashed before him. Jack Merridew was a murderer. Making Ralph love him was just a way for control. "I will never join a tribe of murderers." He spat the word like poison.

"Then leave!" Jack shouted, pointing down to the beach. He saw tears slide down Ralph's cheeks, and tried to hide creeping guilt in his eyes.

"I hate you Jack Merridew." The intensity of Ralph's words did not come from the volume, for it was only just above a whisper, but from the harsh tone.

The fair boy turned and walked as fast as he could down the steep slope of the mountain. Jack watched him go, and almost called out his name to apologize. But, he didn't. The Chief glared around at the staring savages. "Well, get back to whatever you were doing!" He shouted at them, and they averted their eyes instantly. The red head sat back down and held his head in his hands. He

He really could go for some pig. Jack looked around the platform for the dark boy, but Roger was nowhere to be seen.

The sun was sinking lower in the sky, and Ralph was almost on the other end of the island. His body was cut from the sharp branches he had passed but he didn't care. Anger fueled the blonde farther. He wiped a grimy arm across his face, smudging off humiliating tears. Ralph finally slowed when he was about to enter a small clearing. Before he revealed himself from the dense foliage he heard whimpering and heavy sobs ringing through the trees. Quietly, Ralph crept as close as he could without being seen, and peered through the thick bushes. What he saw made his stomach drop.

It was Roger, curled up and laying on the ground. His course black hair was covering his eyes, but his face was streaked with tears. He was mumbling nonsense to himself and wiping his nose religiously. It didn't take long for the hunters' instinct to kick in, and he abruptly stopped and stood up, feeling Ralph's gaze on him. Ralph foolishly walked into the clearing, trying to look as friendly as possible.

"Hullo." Ralph said smiled, but Roger just looked at him quietly.

"Hullo." The dark boy finally mumbled, trying to discreetly wipe the tears off his cheeks. Ralph's heart was pounding in his rib cage; he bet Roger could probably hear it.

"A-are you okay?" Ralph asked warily, stepping closer to Roger.

"No." Roger stepped in the opposite direction and glared at Ralph. He let out a shuddering sigh. The sun was almost swallowed up by the ocean now, and the shadows of the trees consumed them. "You better leave." He said, his tone was oddly strained. "It's almost dark."

Ralph could feel fear prickling at the back of his neck. The fact that Roger was just crying didn't make him any less dangerous in Ralph's mind. "I would leave, but Jack sent me here to come looking for you." The fair boy lied, and his voice cracked nervously.

Roger glowered. "So the Chief let you in the tribe just because you helped him with his ankle?" Then, across the dark boy's eyes a completely bizarre flicker occurred. A smirk danced onto Roger's lips and he took a step toward Ralph. The blonde fumbled backwards, alarmed in Roger's sudden change in demeanor. "Oh that's right…" Roger's voice sounded different, Ralph shivered, evil. Venom dripped slowly from each word he spoke. "…you and Jack were having that love fest from before." Roger sniggered and took another step toward Ralph.

"Wh-what are you talking about Roger?" Ralph asked, trying to compose his fear, but his body wouldn't stop trembling.

"Roger isn't here right now." The boy said, and reached out a hand; brushing Ralph's lips. Ralph was too frightened to move, he was paralyzed where he stood. Roger took another step toward Ralph; they were only inches apart now. "What a pretty boy you are." He ran his hands through Ralph's blonde hair. "I can see why he wanted you."

"R-Roger what do y-you-" Ralph pulled away, but a harsh arm wrapped around his waist and brought him close.

"I already told you. Roger isn't here." He's gone completely batty!

"T-then who are y-you?" Ralph asked trying to play along; he tried to twist out of the dark boys' strong grip.

"I'm called the Lord of the Flies." He sniggered, breathing in Ralph's scent. "I'm the true ruler on the island, but it seems my spot has been taken." The Lord of the Flies frowned. "I want my island back."

"J-Jack's chief of the island." Ralph stammered, he stopped struggling, it was no use.

"Oh, I know. I've got my own plan to correct that." Ralph's eyes widened. He wasn't stupid; he saw how this was going to work. He was nothing but bait.

Live bait.

"No! Get off of me!" Ralph screamed, kicking and thrashing. The Lord of the Flies held fast and slammed Ralph to the ground, pinning him down. He clamped a cold hand over the blonde's mouth. A haunting smile crept onto his face.

"Shh…you're mine now."

Next chapter coming soon!