Hello! Mama snake has returned to her babies at long last! I'm so sorry it's been forever, but here you go, ch 8!

Chapter 8:

Roger didn't want to leave his love, his love had already left him though. He had put Simon laying down next to a large patch of wild flowers. Butterflies gracefully dancing around them. His eyes were shut, looking peaceful. His arms were folded on his chest and Roger had been sitting averting his eyes tracing their names on his chest. Humming, like he did sometimes if he couldn't sleep. Roger of course had closed his eyes and mouth as well. These actions were a way of calming Roger, a final goodbye.

He stood and before leaving their special place he said in a weak tone "Simon? If I don't forget you, don't forget me either okay?" He sighed and continued "You're with the angels now...I'm obviously not going there…..I'm bound to end up in hell, or wherever bad people really go...so...this is goodbye." His voice cracked at the idea of him never seeing Simon alive again. His dead body wasn't the same. Feeling his little life next to him gave him hope. Hearing his tiny heartbeat gave him salvation. At night his light breaths made him feel alive. His soft touch shook Roger to the very core. His voice was what he wouldn't forget though, that voice that has so often told him everything would be okay, that he was worth something, that he was loved. That voice would haunt him. Feeling Simon next to him, knowing something loved him, gave him something to live for. Now he had nothing. Absolutely nothing. His baby bird had 'left the nest'. "Simon, I'm going to tell them now. About the 'beast'. I'm...not coming back. I love you….." Unable to look back he paused before barely whispering "I love you so much." He exited the thick foliage, putting on the most fierce face he had since the accident. If not the most fierce face he had ever made. He was going to look as strong as possible, despite the fact he couldn't see Simon again. He wouldn't let his weakness show, he would replace it with rage.

As for their special place, that would be Simon's temple, no one would be allowed there on Rogers watch. No one knew where it was but that didn't matter. If anyone did find it, they were dead. Simon would rest in peace. It would remain undisturbed, even by him. That's why he couldn't look, in case something changed, he wanted to paint a mental picture of innocence to remember him. He had to remember him exactly how he looked in life. He regretted he couldn't comfort him before the episode, he died in fear, the one thing Roger wanted least for him. He didn't have nightmares falling asleep in love, when Roger was with him, when he fell asleep in Roger's arms. Being that Roger wasn't there, that meant he entered the vertical coil alone and afraid. That thought killed Roger. So he stayed with him, humming and tracing his chest, 'putting him to sleep' one last time. Lulling him into the afterlife. It was the least he could do for his baby bird.

Once on the beach he quickly found Ralph. Good, he had the conch, and everyone needed to hear what he had to say. Ralph looked up to him and his expression quickly tuned to terrified once he saw Roger face and stature. He looked angry, dangerous, and completely insane, like he could kill at any moment. His grey eyes twinkled with bloodlust. He growled 4 words. He wanted a meeting, swiftly.

"Blow. The fucking. Conch."

Ralph nodded and ran to the platform hastily blowing the conch, fear fueling him to blow it louder than usual. The boys heard it and came quickly, sensing the urgency in the blare. Once everyone including Jack had gathered Ralph left Roger on the platform, too scared to ask what he wanted to say. Everyone was surprised to see Roger with the conch, scared seeing the murderous glint in his eyes. The rare sound of his voice shocked them more, "Listen, and listen well. The beast isn't real." A clear sense of doubt and confusion swept the crowd before Roger continued. "It was a god damn pilot. That's what those idiot twins saw. That's what almost got Simon fucking killed. That's what has been terrorizing us for months." The boys looked around at each other nervously, SamnEric looked especially scared and guilty. "I saw it, Simon saw it, so did Jack."

"It's true." Jack confirmed. The boys would have sighed in relief had it not been for Rogers dangerous, solemn tone. That tone showed anything but relief "However, there was an accident. Simon...Si..." Roger felt tears burning at the back of his eyes and bars clamping around his chest. His whole body burned and he wanted to scream, he forced the next words with such a ferocious undertone everyone shuddered. "Simon is dead now." People looked around in disbelief as he continued, "He is hidden. Nobody is to even try and look for him. Only I am to know where he is." As the rage and sorrow bubbled up through Roger's system his tone turned accusing. "It is all of your faults that his life has been a living hell the last few months. He died having a seizure enduced by a panic attack. One he wouldn't have had if it weren't for you." His voice continued gradually raising. "Simon could have slept in peace if it weren't for you. He wouldn't have been constantly tormented by fear. He could be alive right now too. It's your faults he's dead. Because the true beast is human error. THE BEAST IS IN ALL OF YOU! YOU KILLED SIMON BECAUSE THE .YOU!" Roger was screaming and looked ready to kill someone. His emotions were blurring out all reason or logic.

Finally after the most uncomfortable air any of them could recall, Robert stupidly spoke up, "You're being irrational, we didn't kill him. Besides its a total coincidence that loon was right." Roger saw red. His ears rang and the pressure crushing his chest blocked out everything but the rage.. He threw the conch at Robert as hard as he could, hitting him in the forehead and shattering. Robert fell back, bleeding as shards of the shell had lacerated his face. Roger jumped down and slowly approached him. Menacingly. "How dare you say that. You're a murderer. You are a fucking disgrace." Roger sprinted towards him and pinned him, his knees crushing the crooks of his elbows, knocking the wind out of him in the process. "IF YOU THOUGHT HE WAS CRAZY YOU HAVENT SEEN SHIT!" Roger screamed as he threw a punch at Robert's face feeling his nose crack under his knuckle. He continued down to his shoulders digging his nails into the soft flesh, ripping away at his skin. Robert screamed in agony and wailed for somebody to 'get this maniac off him'. A few of the older boys were attempting to drag him off, however Roger wasn't going to budge. The noise from the crowd almost drowned out Robert's cries now. Littluns cried in fear but Roger heard nothing except the ringing and the delicious agonised cries from his victim. "A MANIAC AM I?!" Roger said feeling blood gush over his fingers as he continued to rip flesh away towards the centre of his chest. He left a long series of jagged, rapidly bleeding gouges in his wake before reaching the dip in Robert's collar bone. Finally he reached his neck he wrapped his bloody hands around his throat and squeezed. "Hey Robert. This is how it feels to have a panic attack. You can't FUCKING BREATHE." Robert saw black spots and began choking. "HM? LIKE HOW THAT FEELS? NEITHER DID HE!" Roger stopped and let Robert choke, coughing up a small amount of blood. He hadn't collapsed his windpipe simply because he wanted him to suffer. Roger simply stared down at him. "What the hell do you care if he's dead?! Just because he was the only one who ever gave a damn about you?! We all know you Mum was busy being fucking dead! And Daddy came home from the law firm just to get smashed then come and beat on poor little Roger, isn't that right?" Roger felt rage arise in his chest at the mention of his bastard of a father. He grabbed Roberts bleeding nose and pushed it further to the side, completely cracking it. Robert screamed in agony. Once again repeating that howl when Roger snapped the appendage back into place. He repeated this again in the other direction. "Fuck you! You come from a long line of maniacs! You're just like your drunk of a father!" Roger screamed back at him, breaking completely, nothing was being held back. "YEAH SO FUCKING WHAT?! SO WHAT IF MY DAD BEAT ME?! SO WHAT IF SIMON WAS ALL I FUCKING HAD?! YOU WOULDN'T FUCKING GET IT!" The crowd of boys went silent as Roger lost his resolve."I LOVED HIM MORE THAN ANY OF YOU HAVE LOVED ANYTHING! BECAUSE...because...he was the only thing that ever loved me..." Roger's face dropped and his eyes went wide as he realized what he'd said but he didn't move off Robert. He let it slip. Now they knew. They'd probably still fear him, being he was pretty much killing another boy, but now he was just an insane faggot, there would definitely be less respect now. He would be chastised. Everyone was already judging him. Even though he had the capacity to be doing what he was right now, he was in love with the tiny, fragile, batty, Simon. Jack couldn't stand by any longer. He again grabbed Roger and with the help of the second largest boy on the island, Maurice, successfully removed Roger and dragged him away. Though it didn't take much, he was frozen. Holding him down. A few other boys took the slowly fading Robert away. He would live but he was about to lose consciousness from the intense pain. Jack ordered everyone away and looked at Roger. He was staring blankly into space. "I said it...I'm finished..." Roger murmured letting tears fall, unaccompanied by cries. Still in disbelief he had so easily revealed himself he stared into space. Jack didn't dare touch Roger. He simply looked at the broken boy in front of him.

And there it is folks! Hope you enjoyed. Sorry it was forever since the last update! Leave a review, they give me life!