Slipping Into The Airwaves
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Hunters
"Are you hunting still? Are you still on my side?" – Parades
RALPH
Ralph was the first of them to depart from an airport on a plane, anywhere in the world. He slept for most of the way to the half way point which separated outsiders from the island. However, whenever he was awake, he cried. Not like the crazy man on the back seat of a bus kind of thing. He sat there looking straight ahead, focussing on the back of the seat in front of him.
And every now and then a tear would casually roll down his cheek. Fortunately it was a night flight, and most of the people were too tired to notice him, although he was in first class seating so not many people were there at all really.
Even though he was crying he wasn't quite sure of what in particular. He hadn't thought about his childhood in years and a lot of it was as if someone had drawn a veil over his eyes after he left. Slowly he had forgotten everything almost. But he knew one thing for sure: a boy with fiery red hair, piercing eyes that seemed to bear into you challengingly and the remains of a black cap on his head and tattered shorts around his legs. Joseph or James or something.
Ralph found it strange how he could remember his appearance but not his name.
But then another thing came to mind; the image of a larger boy with funny round specs and hair that was wispy and didn't really seem to grow. Ralph hadn't thought about Piggy in years, but he could now remember him clearly. Always bragging about his Auntie and Ass-mar. Sucks to you ass-mar, Ralph thought cynically, sucks to your auntie, sucks to them all.
Ralph knew Piggy didn't make it, but again like so many other events that had occurred back then, couldn't place how it happened. For a moment, Ralph had a strange vision passing through his mind. He imagined a dead body washed up on a beach, nobody bothered with it and everyone acted like it was non-existent. But in its left hand were a pair of funny round specs.
When he arrived at the terminal for the ferry over to the island, Ralph absent mindedly sat in the chair closest to the exit. When he'd finished taking out his boarding ticket and passport he looked up to see a man with perfectly trimmed hair, a straight narrow nose and creamy skin. Anyone else wouldn't have been interested, but Ralph was.
And then this person looked at him. And there was no mistaking that the stranger's eyes were piercing, bearing into him. Ralph had another vision now. Of that fiery haired boy with the piercing eyes and a name swam back and through his mind: Jack.
JACK
All in all, the flight had been a pleasant one. Jack Stanger had flown first class and if he was nervous or upset he didn't act like it. And as usual, he had succeeded in chatting up an airline hostess! Seemed he was still up to his old tricks even now. But then again, he wasn't really ok with going back at all. It was probably a time filler. Maybe even a test to see, amidst the fear of the unknown, if he still had IT.
He was the first to get there. He sat patiently reading a book which seemed incredibly ironic and relatable to his childhood; it was called The Coral Island. He had packed relatively lightly. In fact from a boy with a multitude of freckles and black heads, who was ugly without silliness, puberty had worked wonders on him. It was obvious now, as the others would shortly find out, why on that island – now a holiday resort – most of the female travellers turned to look at him as he walked past.
He was muscular with creamy skin and with his money he could finally take care of crazy hair growth on his head and face. He was dressed in grey khaki pants and a thin white vest shirt. To the average passenger he looked like any other tourist – just richer and probably better looking.
Jack was at ease. But that was when the door opened and another companion joined him. He recognised the man instantly. The stranger didn't notice Jack at first. But Jack sure noticed him. The stranger had watery grey eyes, high attractive cheekbones and spiked up dirty blonde – borderline brown – hair. He was dressed in similar clothing to Jack and was equally muscular. But then again Ralph always had been .
One thing Jack learned then that he liked about Ralph was that he was consistent!
Ralph eventually stopped faffing with his bags and looked up, immediately meeting Jack's penetrating gaze. He knew Ralph had recognized him and now it was just the two of them in a sealed off room. Jack was scared and he could tell that equally Ralph was scared.
"Oh," was all Ralph could manage. Jack felt like a littlun. "Does this mean we have to start fighting?" he thought himself to be so childish and idiotic and was prepared for the worst from Ralph. He guessed that Ralph was equally prepared because he was clenching his fists. Out of anger or nerves, Jack couldn't decide. The two boys looked at each other but not challengingly, more out of curiosity as to what the other would do. They might've been men in their twenties but they felt more like twelve year olds again. Although Jack was about thirteen or fourteen or so at the time.
"No, we don't have to fight, Jack" Ralph replied calmly. Jack relaxed slightly. "So um how have you been Ralph?" Jack asked gulping a little. What a pathetic conversation attempt at this moment, Jack thought. "Good I suppose. Yourself?" Jack was surprised that Ralph didn't seem to think so.
"I'm fine."
