Disclaimer: Do you think if I owned Lord of the Flies, I'd be writing a fic about it?
Claimer: Just Kyra
Rating: R- for languange and disturbing scenes
Author's Note: So i'm in the mode for updating two chapters at a time, but I must admit, it's almost done. We're at chapter 9 and there's only a few more left. So I hope everyone enjoys it and PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE REVIEW!!!! I really appreciate it! Oh, and you will find alot of line taken directly from the book in this chapter just so you know! ON WITH THE STORY THEN!!
~Chapter 9: The Lord of the Flies ~
It was near dark when Kyra reached the beach where the others were already in bed. Only Jack was awake, walking around his hut, his hands deep in his pant pockets. Kyra noticed he was still shirtless as he looked up and saw her arrive on the beach.
"I've sent Samneric to watch the fire tonight," Jack said, wasting no time. She looked at him quizzically.
Shaking her head she replied, "I'm fine, I'll go up tonight and Samneric can get some sleep." She made to leave for the mountain when Jack gently touched her arm.
"They're to stay with you, incase you need anything," he instructed her. She smiled and laughed lightly.
"I'll be alright on my own, Jack." But one glance at his face and Kyra sighed. "Alright, they can stay."
Letting her go, Jack watched as Kyra made her way up to the mountain. He turned and sat in his hut watching as clouds began to cover the blue-black sky overhead.
***
Up on the mountain, Samneric were watching silently as the fire began to flicker and wave against the backdrop of the pristine blue ocean- now a serene black. The branches behind them rustled then and the twins got up simultaneously. A familiar face emerged from the leaves and Samneric breathed a sigh of relief.
"You scared us," they said together and then laughed. Even Kyra smiled. They had a nasty habit of always doing or saying everything together- talk about the strong bond between twins.
"I'm sorry. I just came up here to resume my place. You guys can go down if you want," she explained to them.
They exchanged glances. Sam started. "But Jack said-"
"-we had to stay here-"
"-and make sure you were ok." They ended their sentence together again.
"Don't worry ok, just go back to camp. I'm fine, Jack knows that." Finally agreeing, Samneric began the descent to the camp on the beach.
***
Meanwhile, deep in the forest, Jack, Ralph and Roger had agreed to seek the Beast out on their own. Jack had roused Ralph and Roger from their sleep since there was still a little light left and Piggy sat in his hut waiting for their return. They had followed the same path as before, Jack knowing how to get there this time and upon approaching the hill where the Beast was hanging from, the three boys gasped in horror. Roger and Jack, each with their spears in hand, froze to the spot and Ralph stared wide-eyed at the thing in front of him. A billowing creature with its arms spread out over the trees stared back at them, its head moving back and forth. And then suddenly they fled, the three bolting towards the camp, and as they did the creature lifted its head, holding toward them a ruin of a face.
Only when they arrived on the beach did they breathe. Piggy listened as they began to tell him what they saw. He was wide-eyed and stared in horror at them.
"It had teeth and big black eyes!" Ralph exclaimed to Piggy. The four boys stayed silent, contemplating what they had just seen, Piggy imagining it in his head.
A yawn escaped Roger and he stood up suddenly. "I'm going to bed, I can't sit here anymore." He turned and headed for the tent. Ralph looked at the others.
"I agree. I'm going to. Piggy, you coming?" Almost obediently, Piggy followed Ralph as if he was safe away from Jack.
Jack was the only one who remained on the beach. He was thinking about what Kyra had said about the Beast earlier.
"Last night, it happened. I'm not sure what it was, but it was some kind of explosion. A parachuter fell from his plane, his cables got caught in the trees and he died there I think. The wind moves the trees that move him making him look like puppet, the beast you're all talking about."
How could it be what she was talking about when he had seen with his own eyes the horror that the creature was. It was there in front of him! He saw its head move and its arms open like wings. It was vivid in his mind. Reality came flooding back to him when he saw something breaking through the trees on his left.
Samneric emerged and for an instance, Jack stood and thought they were going to give him some bad news about Kyra. But when they continued their conversation, Jack became suspicious.
"What are you two doing down here?" he inquired, staring down at them, so they could see his glaring eyes through the remaining light of day.
"Kyra told us to come." Sam started looking at his brother.
"She told us to get some sleep-"
"And that you'd understand-"
Then, without warning, Jack moved passed the twins and they stood there on the beach utterly confused.
***
Back on the mountain, Kyra was tending to the fire, stoking it with a stick and adding more logs. Though the sky was now almost dark, pale blue and red streaks were floating through the sky, underlying dark clouds that darted past, a sure sign that a storm was coming. Distant claps of thunder and sparks of lightning flitted through the night sky.
She looked at her freshly bandaged arm and was humming softly to herself. She didn't even hear the footsteps as they climbed the rocks up to the mountain. She was to busy looking at the sky, thinking and remembering. Her father had taught her so much and she knew he would never have wanted something like this to happen to her.
"All the things you never wished on me are happening now," she whispered up into the night. "Where are you, when I need you the most?"
Thunder sounded as she finished, the blue-black clouds gathering, pale lightning streaking through the sky faster, more often.
She stood, deciding to hide in her hut before it started to rain. But just as she turned, another blast of lightning illuminated the mountain top and she jumped, nearly screaming as she saw the figure of a very familiar person standing there.
Jack was staring at her intensely, and through the light of the flickering fire, she could see the anger burning in his eyes. She walked around him, keeping her gaze ahead of her, but he wasn't here for quiet time.
Grabbing her arm, she was forced to face him. His eyes were vivid, like the Beast in the forest. Staring at him, Kyra could have sworn she saw Roger in front of her. Never in their time on the island had she seen Jack angry like this, not even with his friends. But tonight, it was different.
"Why did you send them down?" Jack asked her sternly. She tried to hold his gaze and answered back as calmly as her body would let her.
"I needed privacy. I can take care of myself you know." She shook herself from Jack's grasp and turned away, looking over the cliff and out to the ocean.
"Samneric were supposed to stay here…," he paused and she could here him breathing deeply. "What if something happened to you?" she was reminded of the other night but shook her head. She was better now.
She turned to face him. "Why do you care about me so much?" She mentally smacked herself. Why did she have to sound so rude?
It was Jack's turn to stare at Kyra. Something about the way she had asked him tore his heart. The pain in her voice like she had been hurt so many times before was so clear to him in those moments.
But the anger in him was stronger than anything tonight and his eyes clouded with that rage.
"I have no idea." His voice was cold and low and Kyra watched as Jack left for the beach.
The only words she had wanted to hear from him were that he loved her.
***
It was the break of dawn, the sun just reaching the horizon when the call of the conch rang out. An assembly had been called again, but this time, not by Ralph. Jack had made his own decision last night- he had called the assembly this morning, and this time, he had a lot to say.
When she arrived on the beach to their meeting area, she noticed Jack was completely angered. His features were creased and hard and she was, for once, scared of him.
The Beast was the first thing that Jack addressed, saying that he, Roger, and Ralph had seen it. Kyra exchanged glanced with Simon and the two shook their heads. There was no point trying to convince the others because, as Simon had said, the Beast was within, and everyday that they stayed on the island, the Beast grew.
Once again, tempers flared and Ralph and Jack were at the end of their lines. They were insulting each other, Jack claiming Ralph wasn't a good chief and Ralph calling Jack and his hunters' cowards. The others stared at the two- it was like watching a heated tennis tournament.
"You and your hunters are just a bunch of boys with sticks!" Ralph shouted at Jack. "You're all cowards!"
"You're the coward," Jack retaliated. "You've become like Piggy now! You think like him…and talk like him! You're not a proper chief!"
And then, without waiting for an answer, he turned to the others. "How many here think Ralph shouldn't be chief?" Anger was blazing in him and when no one raised their hands, Jack straightened up in defiance.
"Alright then, I'm not going to play any longer. Not with you...I'm not going to be a part of Ralph's lot. Anyone who wants to be a hunter can come and join me." And then he left, a trail of boys following behind him.
The ones who remained could only stare. Kyra stared at his retreating form. He didn't want to 'play anymore'? What did he think, this was all a game of survival? Anger raged inside her, as she though about how childish Jack had been a moment ago. It was Simon who broke the silence first.
"Maybe we should move to the mountain." When no one agreed, Piggy spoke up.
"Why don't we move the signal fire down here to the beach?"
The idea was settled and with Piggy's glasses, the fire was lit on the beach. A noticeably smaller group crowded around the fire. Simon, Kyra, Ralph, Piggy and Samneric, the only remaining members of Ralph's tribe, sat around the fire and stared in a long contemplative silence at the nothingness around them.
***
Simon had wondered into the jungle to his favourite spot. He was sitting and thinking when the running footsteps of the other boys came closer. Quickly, he hid underneath a mat of creepers and waited.
Jack and Roger were the first on the spot and noticed a sow with her piglets. Disrupting her nursing piglets, Roger impaled her right up her ass and Jack cut her throat with his knife, wiping the blood off his hands onto Maurice's cheeks. The latter wasn't very enthusiastic as the warm blood trickled down his face. Maurice vaguely heard Jack demand Roger to sharpen a stick at both ends. The sow's head was cut off entirely and stuck on one side on the stick, the other driven deep into the ground, blood and guts dripping to the floor.
"Let it be a gift to the Beast!" Jack shouted through the forest laughing. But his laugh was dark and cruel, Maurice noticed, unlike the one he had when they had first arrived on the island. Then, the carcass was carried out and the others followed closely behind their precious cargo.
It was only when Simon was sure that they were gone did he emerge from the creepers and sat, watching as millions of flies attached itself to the bloody head of the pig.
Curiosity getting the best of him he waited, seeing if this Beast would come get its gift. A voice then spoke to Simon, a voice he called the Lord of the Flies. Its voice was mocking.
"I am the Beast. Fancy thinking the Beast was something you could hunt and kill! You knew, didn't you? I'm part of you? Close, close, close! I'm the reason why it's no go? Why things are what they are?"
The head remained motionless, unmoving and Simon knew the voice came from within him. Simon's body was half covered in flies, his eyes half-closed in a perfect mirror of the pig's head on the stake. Body and mind were one, and Simon knew it. And then, the Beast began again, this time threatening him.
"You're not wanted on this island! So don't try to take it on...or else....we shall do you. See? Jack and Roger and Maurice and Piggy and Ralph."
And then suddenly, Simon fell unconscious, his head falling silently onto the creepers. But deep inside him he knew that if he attempted once more to tell the others what was real and what he knew, he would be slain, not only by Jack and Roger, but by Ralph and Piggy too. Simon knew in this time that the Beast was truly within them all.
Simon wasn't back yet and Kyra had gone off to the spring, though she hadn't told anyone where she was going. Ralph, Piggy and Samneric were tending to the fire, the dark sky promising rain, when a rush of people suddenly burst through the forest.
Jack and his hunters were raiding the camp and plucking half burning branches from the fire on the beach to light their own pig roasting fire.
Jack faced everyone as his hunters stood behind him. "Anyone who wants to come eat more meat with us is welcome!" he declared and then left with his hunters to begin their meal.
The others looked expectantly at Ralph, and for once, their leader was lost for words.
***
It wasn't long before Piggy and Ralph had joined the others, satisfying their need for meat. Everything else left their minds- home, shelter, and even the signal fire.
Ralph, having brought the conch with him, attempted to call another assembly. This time, everyone laughed at him. Then, without any warning, the darkening sky opened and it began to rain heavily on them.
"Don't you have shelters?" Ralph reprimanded as the boys became soaked. Except for Ralph and Piggy, the others had remained shirtless, the water glistening off their bodies by the light of the fire.
Laughing and excited, Jack stood and called out to his group for a dance. Softly, he began to chant, "Kill the Beast! Cut his throat! Spill his blood!"
It got louder and louder until everyone had formed a circle around Roger who willingly pretended to be the Beast. Ralph and even Piggy took part in the ritual. They found themselves eager to take a place in this demented but partly secure society. They were glad to touch the brown backs of the fence that hemmed in the terror of the makeshift beast and made it governable. Slowly, they were beginning to fall into the uncivilized world, consumed by this new power.
Unaware of anything, the boys didn't notice the pair of eyes watching them hauntingly. Kyra, having left the spring, watched as Ralph and Piggy joined this wicked ritualistic society that Jack had created.
Their pace was becoming more frantic and the storm above them brewed with a passionate fury. Suddenly, in the distance, Simon appeared. But Kyra, so overwhelmed by the falling society Ralph had tried to create, was unaware of his very presence. Kyra moved back into the depths of the forest until she heard a familiar shy voice cry out. But she was too late.
Simon had somehow found his way into the crowd of chanting boys, trying to warn and comfort them about the Beast; that it wasn't real. He had seen it too. He had climbed the hill and seen the rotting pilot and knew that the Beast wasn't real. But his voice was drowned and he was knocked to the ground, stabbed by their spears.
"Stop it! STOP!" Kyra shouted as she ran towards Simon. But no one could hear her with the thunder and the wind and their shouting. And then, with strength she didn't know she had, she pulled Roger away from the group and then Jack and suddenly, everyone froze. Lying on the sand near the water was Simon's beaten body, scraped and bloody, but still alive.
Then suddenly the cables holding the pilot's lifeless body on the hill snapped and swung across the forest towards the beach where the boys scattered in fear. The body dropped into the water, swept away by the sea. Somehow, Kyra knew that Simon, the one who had resisted it all, even more than her, had known that this could happen. That even though she didn't know about the Lord of the Flies, she knew Simon was just trying to tell them something- that they could have stayed innocent and pure if only they had suppressed the evil inside of them.
Without thinking, Kyra stood and turned, facing Jack, and with one swift movement of her hand, she slapped him across the face. Then, taking Simon with her so that he leaned on her for support, she made her way to the mountain, leaving the others looking between her and Jack, a red mark evident on his cheek.
A/N: EVERYONE HOPE YOU ENJOY. PLEASE REVIEWS ARE WELCOME!!! IT KEEPS INSPIRING, ESPECIALLY SINCE THIS FIC IS ALMOST OVER! READ AND REVIEW THANKS EVERYONE!
