Okay, I've got a lot of chapters already written, it's just taking me a while to put them up. Thanks for the reviews guys, they're really encouraging. Here's the next chapter, hope ya like it!
Jack's POV
I know I've hurt Leah. I could see it in her eyes last night. But I didn't mean to! How could I have been so stupid? Everything she said is true. The littluns were already getting sick. Leah too. It's only gonna get worse for them. With them being sick, and Leah losing her lunch every five minutes in the bushes, those kids are going to starve. Sure, Samneric can hunt, but if they were lucky enough to catch anything within a week, it'd only be enough to feed about two members of their tribe.
The hunters are all gone; I've opted to miss the hunt. I can't concentrate. I'm sitting by myself in a cave at Castle Rock, thinking. Suddenly, it hits me. As fast as I can, I use the clay to mask every visible inch of my body and sprint to the other tribe's camp. When I get there, Ralph, Samneric, and Piggy are all sitting in a circle talking. Judging by the unpleasant sound coming from the bushes, Leah has food poisoning again. I spring up on a rock in front of them.
"My hinters have caught a pig, we're going to have a feast tonight. You guys can come and anyone who wants is welcome to join our tribe." Before they can react, I take off into the woods.
Leah's POV
Oh joy of joys. Guess who's got food poisoning again. That's right, me. What do I win? Round the clock babysitting courtesy of Simon. Whoop-de-doo. I don't get it. I didn't get a babysitter last time, why now? When I ask Ralph, his answer is simple.
"Because I said so."
"What are you my dad?" Ralph scowls. "What's got his knickers in a twist?" I ask Simon.
"He thinks the hunters are up to something. He doesn't trust Jack." He explains. A look of fear crosses my face. "What's wrong?"
"I just said knickers. Your British-ness is contagious! Forgive me America!" I hold my fingers in the shape of a cross and stick it out in front of me. Simon laughs. We sit in the shelter, talking, telling jokes, Simon occasionally checking to see if I have a fever. (F.Y.I. I do.) Eventually, we're the only ones besides the sleeping littluns at camp. The others are out buddying up with the hunters. I see Simon glancing longingly at the jungle. He hasn't been to the meadow in two days. "You can go if you want. I don't mind." I say. Simon looks tempted to take my offer.
"I can't leave. What if you get sick again." He asks.
"I haven't thrown up in a few hours, my fever's going down, and I'm smart enough to know that if my lunch stops by for a visit, run for the bushes, not for the hills. I can take care of myself for an hour or two. I'm 17." he smiles gratefully and starts toward the jungle. I pull out my copy of Lord of the Flies and begin to read. I'm on chapter 8, A View To Death. Sounds pleasant doesn't it? I stopped about halfway through last night and I'm just about to get to the action.
I have only two or three pages left in the chapter. I'm getting nervous. Everything that happens in the book happens to the boys. So, right about now the hunters are going insane. I've gotten to the good part, the boys are searching for a new victim. They've found one and… oh my god. I think I'm going to be sick. I leap up and hurl myself into the jungle.
I can see the boys mobbing on the beach, attacking their prey. Simon. I take a deep breath, launch myself into the center of the circle and shove Simon out. The boys pound me with the butts, and even the tips of their spears. I can make out every face, Robert, Roger, Bill, Maurice. Even Ralph and Piggy. Jack just stands on a platform watching, sneering, a look of pure amusement on his face. Crazy bastard, I think. A red substance drips into my eyes, blood. I can feel the spears tearing through my skin. My vision blurs, my whole body feels numb and then everything just goes black.
Jack's POV
The beast has entered the circle. The real beast. The boys attack furiously, no questions asked. The beating cointinues for a few minutes before Ralph and Piggy suddenly pull back, a look of shock and horror on their faces. Something or someone stumbles out of the circle. It's Simon. Ralph, Simon, and Piggy try to stop the boys from attacking, but it doesn't work.
"What the fuck are you doing?" I yell. They all start yelling at the same time. All I can make out is 'beast.' I turn my attention back to the circle, where the beast has stopped moving. But something isn't right. Why would a beast be that small? Then it hits me. It's not the beast. In the center, bruised and bloody, is Leah. The boys are killing Leah. Ralph, Piggy and Simon keep trying to pull the boys away but the hunters just blow them off. Only one person can end it. "Stoooooooooooooop!" (A.N. That's supposed to be stop, not stoop.) I shout at the top of my lungs. The hunters steo back. Realization hits. I cut through the swarm to Leah. She's lying on the ground in a pool of blood, her eyes closed, and it doesn't look like she's breathing. I check her pulse. "She's still alive, just unconscious."
"Jack, she's gonna need to get treated," SImon says.
"Got it." I pick Leah up and carry her like a baby. I sprint off into the forest in the direction of a small creek I know of. When I get there, I start washing her cuts and start using strips of a choir cape to bandage them. I check her pulse again and it's stronger this time. I lay her down and put the rest of the cape over her as a blanket. It's all I can think to do.
Leah's POV
I wake up in the middle of the forest. Every inch of my body hurts like hell. I sit up rapidly and the motion makes my head ache terribly. I take a quick look around me. Jack is hunched over, sitting on the ground, his back against a tree. His forehead is creased, there are dark circles under his eyes, and he's zoned out, staring into space. I feel the urge to snap him out of it, try to make him feel better about whatever is upsetting him, when I remember that he's the bad guy now. I stand up slowly. THe movement snaps him out of his trance. He scrambles to his feet.
"Leah, you're awake! Thank god, you have no idea how worried I was!" I back away from him.
"G-g-g-get away from me." I stammer. He looks confused.
"Leah, what are you talking about?" he steps closer and reaches out for me.
"I said get the fuck away from me you crazy ass son of a bitch!" I take off into the woods despite my heavily injured body's screams of protest. Before Jack even has a chance to react, I'm gone, far away from where any of them can hurt me again.
Duh-duh-duuuh! (That was my pathetic attempt at writing dramatic movie music). What do you think? What'll happen to Leah? WHat'll happen to the rest of them? Review if you liked, review if you didn't, I'd love to hear your thoughts (as always)!
