Disclaimer: I dont own LOTF -Zzzzzzzzz Jack: Kannibal... -Zzzzzzz Jack: Kann-i-bal! -Zzzzzzzz Jack: OI! WAKE UP WOMAN!
-Who the [Censor] Do you think your talking to?
Jack: Who said that? Wasnt me...
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The sun was over head now; it had to be around two O'clock. There was never any sure way to tell what time it was. All we had was night, morning, day, and sundown.
'Time. Time. Time.'
Your foot stomps into the sand, "Jack lied."
Simon stares at you weakly, "I'm sure he didn't…lie."
The kid was gone for half of the day, sneaking off like he always did. Simon was kind to you and warmly welcomed your new presence on the beach.
"He said he wouldn't be long." You mutter-looking at the sky.
Sam sprawls out on the ground, his cheeks burn from the rays, "His hunts can take a really long time, (Your Name). Once, Jack was gone for two days."
"Comforting…"
"What's up with the sudden interest in him anyway?" Someone asks, you look down and Simon speaks up again, "I thought you hated Jack."
"W-well…I…"
Before you can think of an excuse, all of you hear a rhythmic chant emerging from the green tangles. As the song grows louder, numbers of savages pour out on to the beach. They dance in triumph with blood splattered chests. The last row of boys handles a long spear with a pig impaled along it.
A boy behind you, probably Eric, mumbles, "Speak of the devil."
Suddenly, a painted hunter rushes over to you. His hair is the only indicator a first, then his eyes confirm.
"Jack!" You shout out loud. A wide grin stretches across his face, clearly pleased with your excitement about his return.
Without a word, Jack grabs on to your hand and pulls you along with him to the fire. The smoke is beginning to rise in the distance.
The savages continued to dance, sing, and reenact the hunt. You try to sit there as if it did not bother you but it was just so vile. The pig's insides were a pile only inches away from you. Bug's flew on and around it and the acrid smell traveled. You wanted to gag, eventually-you did.
"I'm going to be sick." You whisper to yourself.
As if you were guilty of some horrible crime, a littlun tosses a slice of the pig at your chest. You cringe and shriek away from the piece, but the blood splashes into your shirt. Of course the child did not do it on purpose, but it just was not fair. The red (almost black) goo drips on to your legs and you feel the life in your face go cold. You wipe your mouth only to find that some of the warm substance got on your chin.
You go on sitting, unnoticed for some time, wrapping your arms around your torso. The small riot has gone blurry in your eyes and your head pounding.
'It's too hot…'
From the ground, a pair of feet moves up to you. A large and rough hand holds your shoulder to get a look at your face.
"Something wrong?"
You look up, finding Jack closer to you than you thought. He takes a step forward and his shins meet your knees. Jack brushes back the damp strands of your hair and tucks them behind your ear. The hunter looks worried but still trembles from the chaos of the feast. To answer his question, you moan in agony.
Jack looks at your with remorse in his eyes, instantly understanding why you have turned pale. He reaches out to you, slowly and carefully this time. Using his thumb and index finger, Jack does his best to smudge off the blood from your chin.
Once he stands up straight, you can see his chest heaving in and out. His breathing is raspy and strained; you can tell he was dancing a lot. Jack's eyes dart this way and that and he can't seem to get rid of a twisted grin from cutting the pig open. Still, Jack tries his best to keep his attention on you.
"Why don't you go up to the cave (Your Name)? You probably shouldn't be down here tonight."
Before the boy finishes his sentence, you struggle to get your balance. You topple into jack's messy chest, but he steadies you.
"I'll come up in a minute to get you settled."
By treating you like a frail leaf, the red head points you in the right direction and sets you off to Castle Rock.
The noise is a murmur now that you had some distance. You felt a little better now, like the air around the pig was tainted. Sadly, the blood has seeped through your shirt and clings to your skin now. It is a repulsive feeling and you choose to get your mind off it.
The blue sky has turned a silly pink tint as the day aged to night. The island seemed to pass time faster than you ever thought possible. That only made it easier to lose track of the days.
Suddenly, there is a rustle in the brush behind you. You whip around and standing before you is a boy with soft blonde curls, smirking.
He walks up to you, too close, "Look who's out of jail." The boy sneers at you.
You choked back, "Look who's talking, Ralph!"
The old leader eyes you up and down with disgust in his expression. "Guess all it took was a little blood to get on Jack's good side."
Something in your gut writhes and you become defensive, "Shut your mouth Ralph. Something will crawl in."
He snickers at you; it's a foul sound coming from the angelic frame. Ralph moves up to you, until your chest is mashed against him with your back to a tree.
"Now, now. Don't get angry-it is so unbecoming. Maybe if you're good to me, I'll save you from those savages."
The vile blonde rubs against you and you push him back. It's no good, he does not budge.
"We can hide together, you know? (You're Name) I have a lot of good spots, secret spots."
His hands grip your thighs and you make an attempt to defend yourself. But Ralph slowly lifts his knee between your legs.
"No one would even hear you scream." His lips are close to your ear; you tremble, squirm, but get nowhere.
"Get your hands off her-or I swear you will lose them." A voice booms from behind the tree.
Ralph makes an expression of irritation, "What? My piss break is over already?"
The person spats at him, "You'll be lucky if you even get that after Jack hears about this!"
A hand slams Ralph off and away from you. The blonde stumbles and curses but starts walking away. You turn now, seeing Roger's hand clutching your arm.
"Let's go, you."
Your legs struggle to keep up, "You're not really going to tell Jack…right?"
"Why the fuck shouldn't I? Don't tell me you're protecting that-"
You stop him, "I'm not. I don't want Jack worrying…not just yet. You know how he gets. Give him a break, yeah?"
Roger doesn't respond but studies you for a long time. You try again,
"Ralph's going back in his hut right? So then…just wait until tomorrow?"
You can hear Roger grumble to himself before starting to walk with you again. He helps you up to the cliff, holding you up to sit up on the ledge.
"Tell me something."
You look back down at him, "What?"
"Why do you care about him."
A sigh escapes between your lips, "People keep asking me that. I honestly don't know."
The dark savage turns around, speaking over his shoulder as he exits the rock, "You should figure that out."
'I know…'
It didn't take Jack long to come up to the rock. He carried a stick that was ablaze and tossed it into the pit by the cave. The fire lit up as the sky darkened as night time rolled across the ocean. When you came out into the open, Jack looked up at you with a smile. He was completely calm,
'Roger didn't tell him yet…good.'
Those hazel eyes stayed on you for the longest time. No words, no movement, just space and distance.
'I wonder what he's thinking…'
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