OMG I'm so excited. I just couldn't wait to get this chapter up! I think it's the best one yet. It was certainly the most fun to write. From where we left off, it seems like somebody's days are numbered. What's gonna happen? Wanna know? Read on lovelies!

Jack's POV

I begin to charge into the forest in the direction of the hunters' camp. If Roger thinks he can get away with hurting Leah, he's got another thing coming. I'm gonna kill that son of a bitch it it's the last thing I do. Simon, Piggy, and Ralph grab onto my arms and pull me back.

"Let me go! Those bastards need to be taught a lesson!" I shout angrily.

"No Jack. You're outnumbered! If you go in there they'll kill you!" Ralph tells me.

"I don't care! Leah-"

"You're no help to Leah dead," Piggy says.

"But they're hurting her!" I object.

"Think about it Jack. THere's nobody in the world Roger hates more than Leah. Based on the power behind that scream, he wasn't killing her. He's keeping her around for some reason, and until we find out what it is, our best cet is for them not to find us." Simon reasons. I sigh.

"But what if we find out too late?" The boys have no response to that. I'd prefer not to hear any thoughts they may have about the subject anyways. It's best not to think about it.

Leah's POV

Jack's shout echoes through the trees. Roger smirks.

"Looks like your little boyfriend's coming for a visit. Let's hope he brings friends." I glare.

"Fuck you," I work up the courage and strength to say. ROger scowls and slaps me, drawing blood from the cut in my cheek. I whimper softly as his hand makes contact. He smirks and goes back to camp.

"Keep an eye on her," he instructs Samneric. They nod sadly and position themselves on either side of me. So this is my life now I guess, I think, falling asleep.

I wake up in the middle of the night to someone whispering my name. I open my eyes and see Samneric hovering a foot away.

"Good, you're awake," Sam says. THe two of them begin fiddling with the ropes on my hands and feet.

"What are you-" I start. Sam cuts me off.

"Sh, quiet," He whispers.

"We're letting you go," Eric tells me.

"Really?" I ask in grin and nod.

"Just because we have to suffer what Roger puts us through doesn't mean you should have to," The vines come loose and the twins help me to my feet. I hug them both and kiss them each on the cheek. THe boys smirk.

"Knew you were warming up to us," Sam says arrogantly. I glare.

"Must you spoil the moment?" I ask. They smile.

"Always." Eric answers. They hug me again. "NOw go, quickly, before somebody wakes up." Don't need to tell me twice, I think. I take off into the jungle. Despite my injuries, I'm still pretty fast. I try to stay near the camp though. The air is colder than it should, no birds have chirped, no waves have crashed and there's an emptiness in the air like that of a funeral. Something's not right.

Ralph's POV

Jack disappeared into the forest to hunt and blow off steam. The whole situation is hard on all of us, even more so on him. Piggy, Simon, and me head out to the woods near the hunters' camp to spy. We immediately hear Roger hollering his lungs out.

"What do you mean she GOT AWAY?" Samneric wince as he yells at them.

"We fell asleep when we were guarding Leah and she got out," Sam explains. Roger growls and lashes out. He hits them both over the head with his spear. It splinters and breaks. He punches them again and again and again. Sam, who is now taller, stronger, and far less identical to Eric as he was in the beginning, jumps to his feet and pushes him down. Roger snarls and knocks him to the ground with a strong left hook. He kicks him in the side and punches him in the gut. THen he stomps on his stomach, chest, and even his throat. He punches Sam in the face again. Sam cries out in pain. Roger goes to hit him again, but Maurice grabs his arm and pulls him back.

"Relax chief! Don't kill him, he's no use to us dead," Maurice says. Roger snarls, glares, and saunters off into his cave. Poor Sam. BUt...wait a second. Leah got away! She's okay! And I'll bet you anything the twins let her out. We can try to get Piggy's glasses back, and try to get them to let Samneric go without having to worry what those monsters will do to Leah! We run back to camp as fast as we can.

When we get to camp Jack still isn't back. We decide to go without him, his personal issues with Roger would probably cause problems for us anyways.

Leah's POV

THings at the camp have been quiet. Too quiet. That is, until I hear Ralph's voice comeng from beneath the cliff.

"We want Piggy's glasses back. And Samneric. You can't just ransack our camp and take whatever you want!" He yells up to the hunters. The boys snicker.

"To hell we can't! Who's gonna stop us Ralph?" Roger quips. "You?" The hunters snicker again.

"Go ahead and poke your fun. It doesn't change a thing. We'd have let you borrow the specs if you'd just asked, but you came in the night, painted like indians and stole 'em. And you forced Samneric to join you! That makes you a coward as well as a thief!" Roger howls with rage.

"THink me a coward do you?" He says. "I'd like to see you try to be half the man I am!"

"Ralph's twice the man you are, and twice the leader as well!" Piggy yells. Damn right! You tell him Piggy! "Which is better: rules and civilization, or rebellion and savagery? Peace and safety, or wildness and hunting? Rescue, or being trapped on this hell-hole forever?" The boys actually look like they're gonna agree with him. Roger. Is. Pissed. As Piggy continues his rant, Roger begins to lean his weight on a lever supporting a large boulder. I don't have to finish Lord of the Flies to know what happens next.

Without thinking, I charge out of the forest full speed, crying "No!"

Ralph's POV

One second Piggy's ranting about civilization versus savagery, the next, a blur of red and pale white comes flying out of the forest yelling. THe blur skids to a stop in front of Roger. It's Leah. Her old White Sox t-shirt is torn to shreds in the back, and caked with blood. What have they been doing to her? Leah tugs with all her might on his arm. I can't believe I didn't notice the great big boulder he was trying to push at us until just now. He growls and throws her aside like she weighs no more than a puppy, which, once you take a good look at her, she probably doesn't. She whimpers and a thin stream of blood trails down her back. I dash up the side of the cliff. Roger strikes Leah with the butt of his spear. He raises his hand to hit her, but I grab his long greasy hair and yank him back. He snarls. He punches me square in the jaw, his fist as hard as steel and sends me stumbling backward. He shoves me hard into a rock and I hit my head. The world blurs and spins. He steps forward, preparing to hit me again when Leah runs up, spins him around, and kicks him in the nuts. He fallls to his knees groaning. Leah, Simon, Piggy, Samneric and me start for the jungle, Eric supporting his black and blue brother who can't even support his own weight. Roger regains his composure and pulls Leah back by the collar of her shirt. The rest of us stop and begin to go back for her.

"Guys go!" She hollers. We don't budge. "If you don't high tail it into that forest this minute, I swear to god, when he kills me, I'm gonna come back and fucking haunt your asses!" She hasn't changed a bit. We still don't move. Her face softens. "Please," she pleads. Reluctantly, we do as she asked and flee the hunters' camp.

Leah's POV

The boys sprint into the woods. Roger turns to me.

"Well what do we have here? Leah just couldn't stop herself from coming to the aid of her dear little Piggy. So sweet, what a shame," he leans in and whispers in my ear, "that not all fairytales have a happy ending." He shoves me backwards, then does it again. I'm mere inches from falling to a tragic, painful death.

"Hold on a sec boss-" Maurice begins.

"No! No more 'secs'!" Roger snaps. A few of the younger boys giggle. "Think that's funny do you? Grow up, what are you twelve?"

"Actually, yes," one brave boy from the group says. Roger shoots him a death glare and he backs off. Roger turns around and focuses on me. He shoves me again and I stumble over the side. Before I fall, Roger grabs my arm

"Any last words?"

"Go to hell," I say simply, glaring intensely. I spit all over his fugly mug. He glares, but then smirks.

"Ladies first," Roger says in a sickly sweet voice. He releases my arm and I plunge towrds the hard rocky terrain below. I cross my arms, crinkle my nose and brace for impact. The landing is surprisingly soft. TOO soft. I look up and see that I'm in the arms of an angel with red hair, his startling blue eyes looking down with care and concern. Huh, I think, well at least this elevator's going up. I close my eyes and allow the darkness to swallow me up.

Spoiler alert! The angel is actually Jack. Leah assumes that the fall killed her and in my imagination Jack's good looking enough to be an angel, so it fits. I can't wait to post the next chapter. It's still in the works and it's taking it's own sweet time too, I'm sorry to say. Be patient, this stories coming to it's final chapters, having hit the climax, and it's days are numbered. I just want it to go out with a bang, so I'm being careful to make every word count. Reviews are inspiration and love. I KNOW you love this story, and you KNOW I could really use the inspiration, so let's help each other out. The more reviews I get, the sooner I update! Just so you knows, I'm not updating until I've gotten at least three reviews for this chapter, so pretty please review if you want more! Until next time peeps, PEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAACE!