Final chapter! Thank you for sticking with it this long, for those that do.

Disclaimer: Lord of the Flies does not belong to me at all, it belongs to the wonderful William Golding. I repeat, not mine at all.


Ralph and Giselle had stolen away into the jungle and kept running until their lungs pleaded for air and then some. Now they lay together, concealed and wounded. The ragged laceration on her arm had stopped oozing blood, but it looked no better. Both of them were mute, not needing words to express their crushing anxiety and share their fears, the silence told them all they needed.

Fiddling with the hem of her skirt that was already so torn and threadbare, she tore off a piece with ease. Staring at the faded pattern for a moment, as if trying to decide what to do with it, she gently placed her hand on Ralph's shoulder. He glanced up at her, surprised at her kind touch and the soft look on her face, noticing for the first time the doe-like quality in her dark eyes. It was one of the rare times when she wasn't being irritable and defensive, and even under the dire circumstances he appreciated it.

Lightly she placed the cloth on the gaping wound on his ribs, covering it the best she could. When some of the savages came through they crouched deep within the foliage, praying not to be heard. Ever since they departed from Castle Rock they had been on high alert, taking note of even the slightest rustle in the undergrowth and frantically searching, expecting to catch a glimpse of a painted face or sharp-edged spear.

Kneeling down by the thicket they looked out towards the land-bridge, and far off in the distance they could see someone on guard at the Castle Rock. It was then that Giselle remembered Erzsébet. That girl risked a lot to help me, to save me when nobody else could...I wonder what will become of her, her and Samneric. Would they end up like poor Piggy and that wretched Maria? And whatever happened to Amelia? They probably went and got her as well, and here we are, hidden. Her mind was on the others, the ones they had left behind, wondered if they would end up slaughtered. So will Ralph and I, that much is sure. Though she never would have done this before, times were different now, frightening now and she needed Ralph's comfort. Reaching for his hand with her own, he accepted them gratefully and held her, giving it a squeeze. It filled her with warmth and Giselle did not even try to deny to herself that she was glad to have him along with her.

Having the feeling that they would be safe for a while longer, they dispersed to the fruit trees and though dull hunger gnawed at their stomachs they refused to stop moving, knowing death was imminent, and they would only stay alive if they kept moving. Two of the littluns saw them, and shrieked. Giselle held her hand out to them and they ran. Looking at Ralph, she saw what the littluns saw and so did he. Both of them looked bloody and miserable.

Past the fruit trees, they came upon a skull, glistening and white. It looked as if it were scrutinizing them, smirking. Flowers bloomed all around, and when she took a look around she realized that these were the same exact flowers the former chieftess had worn on her head. Emotion bubbled up to the surface and she tore away from Ralph's grip and latched on to some of them, threw them to the floor and stomped upon them. She felt gratification from it, and Ralph turned, allowing her privacy. Instead he focused his gaze on the dark pits, two empty sockets where eyes once had been and blocked out the incessant squelching noise of flowers being ground into the floor.

The eye-sockets seemed to be holding his gaze. Casting his eyes to the floor, he saw an empty coconut carcass and approached it cautiously. Lifting it carefully, he examined it and blinked in surprise. The inside of it was a dark, rusty red. Blood...That, combined with a grinning skull on a stick was enough to bring out anger within him and he whipped the shell straight at the head. A crack on the top of the skull appeared, and using his fist he hit the thing again, and again. Now it lay on the floor, broken in two with an ever larger smirk than before.

He now had the stick to use as a spear, and he pulled it from the ground and motioned for Giselle, her own personal tirade complete. Together they made their way back through the thicket to Castle Rock.


Every inch of her body hurt, and she lay there curled up on the ground. She felt sick to her stomach, wanting desperately to empty it. But she hadn't eaten in so long, there was nothing to do but retch and bury her face in her arms and whimper. Sam or Eric, she wasn't sure which or if it were both, approached her numerous times, trying to display kindness but she spurned them. Compassion was dead, that much was clear to her and she wanted nothing from any of them. Nothing. Sick bastards...

Did they really try to help her even? Why didn't they just join like the tribe wanted them to? At least, that's what she think they wanted. Now they were forced to do so anyway.

If only she could comprehend enough of their language to know, that was the exact thing that they had done but it wasn't enough to stop Roger. The tribe is too powerful...Physical violence is the only thing they know, and you can't beat that. Even if you were to escape, this is an island. There's nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. You're stuck.

She could hear the twins talking, and perhaps other voices, but she didn't care who it was.

"Erzsébet." One of the twins whispered to her.

She turned around with a haggard look on her face and waved her hand dismissively. "Away. Go." It was then she realized, that it was not one of the twins, but the blond-haired boy, and the girl she had helped save. See where that got you, helping other people. You helped that girl, and this happened to you. It doesn't pay. They would have went to Samneric first, these were the other voices. If they couldn't get anything out of the twins, what would they expect her to be able to do?

"A stick sharpened on both ends!" The fair-haired boy gestured wildly to her and she sneered. I've heard those words before, and I think I know what they mean...But why should I tell them? She could utter those dreadful words she had that one night, Kill the beast! Cut his throat! Spill his blood! Those words that everybody knew. That was what she could do, warn them of what would become of them. But she wasn't going to do that, and instead buried her head in her arms, and heard the boy scramble through the foliage. He was leaving. I wonder how long they'll survive out there. Maybe they'll become like me, or maybe they'll get lucky. Maybe they'll get mercy...death...

"If you're fooling us-" There were shrieks of pain and she instantly pressed herself deeper into the ground, hoping to sink into it so they wouldn't find her. Please, stay away, stay away from me! No one came near her.

"You sure he meant there?"

Another pitiful squeak of pain from one of the twins.

"Oh, yes yes!"

They don't want me, they're going for those two, the ones who escaped...and I wasted that rock saving her in the first place. Well, that's what I get. Releasing a ragged sigh of relief, for once she felt content to just lay there.


"Amelia dear, I see fire." Ellen giggled.

"So there is, so there is." Amelia sighed contentedly.

"What are we even doing there? I bet all hell broke loose, and here we are. I say we build a raft before the fire burns it all, and then we get the hell off this island. Let the rest of them burn." Ellen commented dryly, and Amelia found that she was thinking the same thing, and she said so, not even the least bit ashamed of her true thoughts, her true feelings.

Ellen responded with, "Great minds think alike."

"Indeed they do!" Amelia grinned.

Were they even afraid of death, that they weren't sure of anymore. All they wanted to do was lie in the sun and watch the ocean, ignore the fire igniting the forest. They had nothing to care about anymore, or pretend to care about. Just the two of them.

"At least we should go swimming in the ocean once! That should be fun, don't you think?" She commented offhandedly and continued to speak in the same fashion. "Oh, and by the way, Simon is dead. So is Iris, she's dead as well."

"So, you've learned to accept things. I'm proud of you, I really am! Now, we shall swim?" Ellen inquired gleefully.

"Let's do it then."

The two ran down to the beach, giggling and beaming at one another.

"Well, well. Would you look at that." Amelia pointed to something bobbing in the distance, coming closer by the minute.

"There's a ship out there." Squinting to make sure she wasn't just seeing things, Ellen nodded to herself to confirm it. "Yes, it's coming closer."

"Coming to rescue us, you think?" Amelia blinked, corners of her lips turning up.

"I think so, Amelia, I think so." A way down the beach, they watched as it approached the shore to greet a group of figures.

Down the beach not too far, the fair-haired boy and his doe-eyed companion wept for the end of innocence and a true friend called Piggy, the Lord of the Flies was split in two with nothing but a bloody coconut shell to keep him company, and the Lady of the Flowers lay in her watery grave.

The two girls began to walk hand in hand towards the cruiser.


Funny thing how I never meant for it to end like this, with Amelia and Ellen just chilling out, having the last POV, but I like how it turned out anyway. Also, everybody lives, in case that wasn't made clear. (With the exceptions of those numerous littluns who perished in the fire, and Simon, Piggy, Iris, and Maria of course. But everybody else lived so yay, right?)

And the pairings that currently stand are as follows(This is what I see happening, even though I'll probably never write sequels ever.) : Amelia/Ellen,(Funny how Simon told Amelia she'd find somebody else...and she did. Simon knows all, he does. xD) Giselle/Ralph,(These two are getting married, mark my words.) And...Sofia/Maurice, but who cares about them they are secondary characters! Ha-ha, just kidding love you Maurice. Okay.

If things were different(In other words nobody died.), Amelia/Simon would have gotten married and had 3 kids. (Ben, Julian, and Lily.) Yes, totally random. And somewhere in an Alternate-Universe, Roger and Erzsébet would of had a one-night stand or something. Then she'd get pregnant with twins, (boy and a girl) name them Hungarian names that would be really difficult for English speakers to pronounce. (Just to spite Roger, of course.) Then she'd either die in an accident or just get sick of looking after them, either way he'd have to take care of the kids and hilarity ensues.

Oh, and if Maria lived to the end like I was originally intending to, she totally would have been to Jack at the end, "Derp I was just pretending to like you now go away' because I always imagined that he actually really liked her and she was just messing with him so she could be the chieftess. Now he'll never know the truth. Also no Eric/Erzsébet either because she probably won't trust any of them ever again. Not a single one of those people.

So most of them did not get a happy ending, but they don't deserve one! *rage* (I really don't like any of my original characters because I fear I have not made their personalities consistent enough yet I can't prove where I feel this way...did you catch anything wrong with them?)

Regardless, I hope you liked this story well enough to make it to the end. Here's one last disclaimer, even though I've posted those just about everywhere! Thanks for reading.

Disclaimer: Lord of the Flies does not belong to me at all, it belongs to the wonderful William Golding. I repeat, not mine at all.