A/N: Okay, so this is the assembly part 2. Hmm, more Ralph/Victoria moments okay. But not so fast.

Ralph stood up in astonishment and I couldn't believe it too. What did he mean?

"Simon, you believe in this?" I gasped.

"I'm not sure," he replied, his body was now shivering, "But..."

The others roared in laughter and uncanny remarks.

"Ridiculous!"

"Weird!"

"Sissy!"

"Shut up!" Ralph and I said in sync.

"Shut up!" Ralph defended, "Hear him speak!"

"I mean, maybe the beast is just us..." Simon trailed off.

"Nuts!" Piggy remarked, shaking his head. His efforts in vain, Simon's words drowned in the noise, so he shrank back to his seat.

"Maybe the beast is a ghost," someone piped up. Then, there was an eerie silence that crept among us. Ghost? Ghost? Do they really exist? What about the mulberry littlun haunting in my dreams?

Piggy was the one who first broke it by saying, "Ghost? I don't believe in them!"

"Who cares what you believe, Fatty!" Jack scowled, incredibly annoyed. He started to tussle the conch out of Piggy's hands.

"I got the conch! Give it back!" Piggy said defensively.

"Alright, who here thinks that spirits exist?" Ralph interrupted and stole the shell from Jack to give it back to Piggy.

A number of boys raised their hands. I did too. I wasn't sure, but with the missing boy who was probably dead re-appearing in my nightmares, maybe, just maybe.

"I see," Ralph said.

"There's no ghost!" Piggy erupted contemptuously, "What are we? Humans or savages? Hunting pigs and letting the fire out! What would grown ups think?"

"Nobody gives a damn of your thoughts, fatty!" Jack remarked. Then, he started to hassle the conch away from Piggy again and Ralph interfered.

"Jack! Jack! You haven't got the conch!" Ralph scolded.

"That's right," Jack said resently, "Favour Piggy as you always do."

"Who are you to tell me what to do? Shut up," he added.

"I'm chief and I was chosen," the fair boy replied.

"Who gives a fuck whether you were chosen anyway? Who do you think you are sitting your ass and ordering us what to do? No one tells me what to do. Certainly not you," Jack hollered angrily.

"Jack! Jack! Stop! Just let Piggy, ok?" I interrupted, not liking to see Jack's dark side.

"Jack, Jack," he mimicked. I was appalled by his behaviour, offended, although I shouldn't really be bothered. He wasn't this mean before, not to me, I guess.

"Do whatever you want then!" I fought back, feeling the wrath pumping through my veins. I swore that my heart was jabbering with pain and hatred.

"Jack, you're breaking the rules! Shut the fuck up!" Ralph was now the one who lost his temper.

"Who fucking cares?" Jack answered.

Ralph replied, "Because that's the only thing we've got!"

"Bollocks to the rules!" Jack hollered brusquely, "I say, if you're strong, then hunt. And if there's a beast, we'll track it down and kill it!"

He then ran off, staging a mock hunt and the others followed. I stayed behind, feeling that the red-haired boy was slipping away.

"Look at them! What would grown ups say?" Piggy remarked.

Ralph took the conch from Piggy and held it up to his face. "Blow the conch, Ralph," I said.

"Stay strong, make them do what you want," Piggy encouraged him, urging him to call them back.

"I can't tell them. I give up being chief," Ralph sighed, feeling disheartened about the turn of events.

"Don't give up, Ralph," I placed my hand on the fair boy. He laid his head on my shoulder in response and I was stoned. He seemed stressed. I tilted his head away with my finger, trying to break free but he placed his arm around me tightly.

"No, stay," he whispered and I did.

"Go on being chief," Simon spoke, "At least, he respects you. You can hit him."

"I'm scared of him," Piggy joined in, "and he hates me. Whenever I see him, it's like ass-mar, I can't breathe. And I could tell he hates you too, Ralph."

"Why does he hate me so much? He's the one taking everything from me," Ralph closed his eyes, "Everything." I felt his grip tighten, I flicked his hand away. I'm not going to get myself used to skinship. It's unethical.

"Don't you dare get away from me," Ralph scolded, but his voice was hoarse, tired of speaking in the assembly, "I'm not gonna let you go."

I ceased my struggles from his touch, the heating warmth was comfortable, but I must resist it. It was the right thing to do, I don't want fights anymore. Maybe if I stayed away from both of them, maybe, it would make things better.

"You can win over Jack," Piggy added.

"But, but he's Jack Merridew!" Ralph wailed out desperately, "You listen to him! Why, Victoria, why?"

Piggy remarked scornfully at me, "Ralph, you shouldn't care what that woman thinks about Jack."

"Watch your mouth," I fought back spitefully.

"Well, sorry," Piggy spoke, "but really, what's gotten into your head? Oh sure, he's charming, but underneath it is a selfish savage."

"Piggy, I don't want to argue. Jack's rudeness and others' insults towards you is not enough, is it?" I replied, a little annoyed, but I was trying to control my temper.

"I was just thinking that your judgment's always clouded," Piggy opposed, creasing his eyebrows into a frown.

"Talk to him then," Ralph spoke, his eyes shut, still resting on my shoulder.

"What?" the only word that I could respond.

"Talk to Jack, about this," he elaborated as he held my hand and placed it on his scalp, guiding it along and brushing his hair, "Don't you see? It's getting worse. If you were his priority like you are to me, he would listen."

"What's in it for me?" I prompted a question, attempting to test my luck. Then he let go of my hand and I got used to the brushing of his blond hair. They were beautiful, the stands of his hair were truly fair, thin and smooth. I wrote my name with my finger through his hair while waiting for his answer.

Ralph answered, "Let's just say it'll salvage us from this island." He then opened in his brown eyes and gazed at me, smiling.

From then, his benevolence shined out, just like the first time I met him. For weeks, or maybe months, I had forgotten about it. Behind his wrath in lectures, there was a heart abundant with sincerity towards the group as our chief.

He shifted his eyes at my scar that Roger gave me. He stopped and stared at it intriguingly, before asking, "Is it Jack? Did he?"

"No, it was a scratch," I lied, hoping that he would stop this interrogation.

Ralph's face showed that he almost was going to erupt like a volcano. He sat up and yelled, "Then what is this? Don't lie! This is a scratch? It's a knife! And Jack Merridew's the only one with a bloody knife!"

"Jack had nothing to do with is, trust me," I snapped, looking into his eyes so that he knew that I was telling the truth.

He heaved a sigh, gritted his teeth and fisted his hands, "Fine, I trust that he's not involved. But I still don't believe that's a scratch. If I find out who did that, and trust me I will, he'll get a beating from me."

"Ralph-"

"If you don't want to tell me, fine! I will find out because I care," he cut me off, "Just do one thing for me, convince Jack."

Then, without warning, he cupped my cheeks and pulled me close, slamming his lips on mine. The familiar warm touch came rushing back to my senses. It didn't hurt. In fact, it was delicate and I felt secured with such senses. I shut my eyes, rejecting to pay attention to the surroundings. It didn't feel like I was marooned on an island, it was as if, I was in paradise.

"Oh, Lord!" I heard Piggy gasped.

His voice suddenly snapped me back to reality. Pushing Ralph away, I said in an annoyed tone, "Ralph! You've got to stop doing that!"

"And you allow Jack to kiss you like that?" Ralph snapped, a little sarcastic on his rhetorical question.

"No," I answered, "Nobody should touch me, no one."

Piggy yawned, "I guess we need to sleep. No point waiting for them." Then the four of us turned to look at the huts, just in time to see one of them shaking like an earthquake had strike it and it collapsed.

"Great, all thanks to them," Ralph said, pushing out the fair hair in his eyes to vent in his frustration, "Victoria, you can't have one shelter all by yourself. You need to share with someone."

"Ok, I get it," I chuckled, uncannily, "But this mind you, it's just sharing. No cuddles or anything."

"We'll see about that, shall we?" Ralph said sarcastically, sticking his tongue out.

"So the littluns share one shelter and the four of us on the other one. Sam and Eric would spend the night watching the fire on the mountain," Piggy concluded, "Screw those who went to the mock hunt. All they do was to hunt anyway!"

Being said and done, we crawled to the huts. Ralph laid on my right, with Piggy on his side and Simon on my left.

"Simon, what do you mean about that the beast in inside us?" I asked Simon, but he didn't respond.

I moved my head towards him, and I found out that the uncommunicative boy was fast asleep. That was quite a shock to me, as Simon was a profound thinker and I expect him to have think through at night.

I decided to turn my direction to the other side, and I was stunned at two hazelnut eyes gazing at me. Ralph was wide awake, although it was evident that he was suffering from fatigue.

"Go to bed, Ralphie," I hissed after recovering from my shock, but he just gave me a meek smile.

He replied in the same sarcastic tone, "Ralphie doesn't want to sleep yet. He wants to ensure you don't have nightmares."

"Whatever you want, Ralphie," I yawned and gradually close my eyes.

"It's the beast! It's real!" a boy shouted and started jabbing his spear on a creature. The rest of us followed, terrified and bloodthirsty, impaling on the creature. But it wasn't a creature, it was Simon.

"Simon! No!" I screamed as loud as I could while I witnessed Roger poke one of Simon's emerald eyes. Blood was gushing out from his wound and splashing everywhere. Simon was mentioning about a dead man on an island, but the rest took no notice.

Seconds later, the wise boy was dead, and vanished. Everyone crowded around me, with Jack towering in front of me, furiously glaring at me with his turquoise eyes.

"This, is what happens when someone tries to share with what's mine," he muttered, then showing Ralph. On a stick with both ends. His head, on that stick.

"Snakes! Snakes! Look at em' snakes!" a familiar voice screamed.

"Ralph! Ralph!" I cried out desperately at the sight of his decapitated head. Out behind the cadaver, a crytozoological animal emerged from the darkness. It had wings and a pig's face, it swifted towards us started to devour us one by one.

"Ralph!-"

"There's a beast!-"

"Ralph!-"

"The beast from the air!"

"Victoria!" the familiar voice called me out and I opened my eyes.

"You alright?" Ralph asked sincerely, "You were having a nightmare."

"Ralph-!"

"There's a beast-!"

Two similar voices came called out. It was the twins rushing back to the lagoon.

"Ralph," Sam said breathlessly.

His brother continued his sentence, panting in inconstant pattern, "there's a beast!"

I wouldn't mind if the littluns talk about the beast, but this is Samneric talking about it.

And I knew that they weren't joking.

A/N: Hmm, so... The beast is getting real huh? Oh well, stay tune to find out. Ralph's POV can be here at anytime soon if this hits enough reviews! Thanks! :)