DISCLAIMER:

Jeez this is getting old. I-DON'T-OWN-LORD-OF-THE-FLIES!!!! There, I said it. Now you can't sue me.

A/N

Sorry. From here on in things are gonna start to go wrong for Jidda.

9

Things I regret

The days passed in blissful oblivion. Kuzco grew to become gigantic. Mine and Jacks relationship blossomed like a spring flower.

He was always there, always smiling. He was the core of my existence and the very best thing that had ever happened to me. Including the finding of Kuzco.

Our fanciful relationship was slightly punctured when one of the younger members of the island proclaimed the existence of 'the beastie'. Initially it hadn't bothered me, but when the older boys came up with a plausible suggestion as to where it lived I started to get a little nervous.

"What do you mean 'beastie'?"

"I mean" Said Ralph, crouching closer to the fire so his face was visible over the heated tongues of flame, "To suggest the existence of-"

"-A fictional creature" I finished for him "If the beastie exists how come we're all still alive?"

"Well" Piggy piped up "It might've only just discovered that we're here"

"Likely" I said sarcastically "Listen, unless you want to give the little ones nightmares I suggest you shut up"

"Oh come on" Exclaimed Maurice "The youngest one's 12, for god's sake. He's not gonna get freaking' nightmares!"

"12 is still young!" I stormed "Robert is still young, so quit trying to scare him with all this silly, superstitious nonsense!"

"Hmmm?" Said Robert, who had conveniently arrived at the exact second I'd finished my sentence.

"Speak of the freaking devil" I murmured while Roger, Maurice, Billy Ralph and Sam'n'Eric muttered mutinously.

"What's superstitious?"

"Just a silly rumour designed to keep you up a-"

"We've seen the beastie" Roger interrupted, looking pointedly at Robert.

"Beastie?" Repeated Robert, raising one eyebrow quizzically

"Yeah, we just can't figure out where it goes during the day"

"We've only seen it at night" Billy interjected

"So it-"

"-Can't of-"

"-Come from the-"

"-Forest or the beach, could it?" said Sam'n'Eric so perfectly I could've sworn they'd practiced beforehand.

I groaned "Stop doing that! You're giving me head spin" I said in an exasperated tone, plopping down on a log in a tired sort of way.

"We're-"

"-So very-"

"-Sorry-"

"-Jidda" they said sarcastically grinning from ear to ear at my confusion. "Honestly" I growled "Unless you fancy a nice 'dip' in the ocean I'd stop doing that"

"That's it" Cried Billy, jumping up and down like a little kid "The Ocean! The beastie comes from the ocean!"

Everyone became silent at exactly the same time. A few boys with their backs to the sea looked over their shoulders nervously as though fearing an impending attack.

"My dad says they haven't found all the creatures in the ocean yet" Whispered Maurice, who was one of the boys with his back to the sea "I bet that's where it comes from."

Piggy, looking horrified, spoke up "O-of course….I never thought of it before….If the Beastie comes from the sea then it must be an-amphibious" His voice cracked on several words. He looked terrified.

"Oh for gods sake!" I shouted, causing several people to jump "That's bullshit! All of it! Ab-so-lute bollix!"

"It's possible!" Defended Roger "Prove it's not true!"

I rolled my eyes "Well if your going on the basis that everything you can't prove doesn't exist must be real, then hell, I can't prove it. But think roger, seriously. I could say that I saw a cannibalistic, flying, purple, pig and you wouldn't be able to prove I didn't see it, but that's still no reason to fear every freaking pig on the face of the earth because I made up a story about one!"

There was silence for about four seconds before Ralph cleared his throat and said,

"Man, that's got to be the worst analogy I've ever heard!"

Almost everyone in the clearing collapsed in relentless giggles. Our worries were forgotten.

Temporarily….

I awoke in the middle of the night to a strange whirring sound that seemed to come from above our hut.

"Jack" I whispered, prodding him gently in the stomach to try and wake him up. He did nothing but let out an unusually loud snore, before muttering incoherently and falling asleep again. I tried once more.

"Jack, wake up" He groaned, then rolled over, opening his eyes groggily.

"What?" he asked sleepily, rubbing his eyes.

"Can you hear that?" I asked, still whispering.

He too looked up at the roof. "Yeah" he said, sounding concerned "Think we should wake the others?"

"Yeah" I answered; glad he was taking me seriously "Just in case"

But there was no need.

By the time we'd gotten out of the hut the others had assembled in a group around the fires ashes.

I caught scattered mutterings of 'The beastie!' before our presence became known and the group was instantly quiet again. The noise was getting louder.

"Gather coconuts" Jack hissed to his stunned hunters "Hurry" He added when they seemed reluctant to move.

I knew he was discussing the best way to attack whatever it was out there but I only caught a few words of his advice before I'd hurried over to Kuzco's side. I slung up easily onto his back, taking a few coconuts from Maurice and preparing for battle.

Suddenly Robert screamed. His voice filled the air and it felt like a heavy weight had been dropped inside my stomach. The buzzing sound was now so loud that any instructions Jack was shouting were drowned out immediately.

And I saw it.

Like a huge, hideous, fly it hovered above us. It was dark and I couldn't see properly but it looked like it had two legs and a huge disc shaped wing that didn't seem to be moving. I threw the coconuts.

Our heavy, milk filled bombs were lobbed in earnest, along with a few spears. We were unspeakably terrified of the horrible creature that had come into being before us.

I was running out of coconuts. Only around thirty seconds had elapsed and I was already nearly out of ammo. I drew a deep breath and with all the strength I could muster I threw my last one.

I was rewarded with a large 'smack' as my makeshift bomb hit the beasties wing and jammed it. The thing paused in mid flight, then began hurtle to the ground a short distance away.

I uttered a war cry as I leapt off Kuzco to grab a few spears before pulling myself up again.

"Run!" I screamed in his Africa-shaped ear, I felt Jack hoist himself up behind me.

We set off through the undergrowth, weaving through clumps of trees and vines before we came to the place where the beastie had fallen.

The disc shaped wing, was not in fact, a single wing. It was made up of five or six rotors, which must have spun to make the thing fly.

Horror filled me.

"Oh my god" I mouthed casting a look at Jack "Oh my…. Jack! What've I done?"

"Killed the beast?" He replied uncertainly, obviously scared by the look on my face.

"Jack… that's not…It isn't"

"What?"

I sucked in a huge breath and turned my terror stricken face towards him

"That's not the beastie Jack" He looked confused, I continued.

"It's a Helicopter."