I would like to thank all of you who review, I am starting to think I'm writing this pretty much only for myself…but what ever xD. I love you guys who read it. I'm sorry to say this fiction is soon coming to a close. But, what will happen in that time? Who knows? Stick around.

*Disclaimer: I do not own any characters from Lord of the Flies.

[Torn]

Ralph yanked the navy blue sweatshirt over his head numbly. Dark rings of purple were nestled under his eyes. The blonde pulled on his favorite pair of jeans and shuffled through his desk drawers until he found the mangled specs. He gazed at them lovingly before placing them on his pillow, where white sheets and blankets were all folded perfectly. Ralph glanced at Jack's chunky watch, which was wrapped around his wrist. It was eleven thirty at night; tomorrow his mum would come to pick him up form the school. Ralph was expelled, as well as Jack.

The fair boy frowned while thinking of the red head. The afternoon's events played over and over in his head as he laced up his running shoes.

Ralph tapped a worried finger against his leg anxiously. He was in a small office, sitting in front of a large oak desk. Behind this desk was a big leather chair which waited for its beholder patiently. Ralph knew the man that sat in that chair must be important, and when he heard the sound of the door brushing against carpet, he turned around quickly.

Warm relief thawed his icy veins when he saw Jack walk in, accompanied by a nun. The old woman shot Ralph a glance, and her face morphed into a mask of utter repugnance. Jack seemed oblivious to the woman's offensive facial expressions and took the chair next to Ralph. He granted the fair boy a smile, and peeked back at the nun carefully. The chorister motioned for Ralph to bring his head closer, and he did.

"They're going to tear us apart." Jack whispered, just low enough so the horrid old woman wouldn't hear. "Ralph, I'm not going to loose you. At midnight, meet me in the clearing in the woods." He said, constantly looking back, to make sure none of his words were captured. "I promise that they won't separate us." Ralph brought his head away slowly. The blonde nodded and tugged down at his sleeves quietly. Then, Jack raised his voice, as if mocking the nun behind him. "I love you." He said proudly. Ralph caught the disgusted expression on the woman's face and (despite the terrible situation he was in) almost laughed.

Ralph had no idea what Jack had in store for him. What were they going to do? Exchange phone numbers? Home addresses? Ralph looked at the watch again, the time was eleven fifty. He gathered his jumbled thoughts and crept to his door. Adults had been guarding it all day and, although he was sure it was in vein, Ralph prayed that no one would be waiting outside for him now.

His prayers, for now, were answered. As Ralph cracked open the thick door he was greeted with nothing but the millions of crucifixes that lined the stone walls. Ralph closed the door as quietly as he could, and almost sprinted down the hallways. He wanted to be out of Christ's stare. The marble eyes reminded him of where he was surely going when he died. Hell. Because killing Simon wasn't enough.

The cold air smacked Ralph in the face as he melted into the icy night atmosphere. The darkness intimidated him, and the towering trees didn't help. The black bare trunks reminded him of ugly images; images of beasts, savage boys, and haunting gifts to evil. Ralph shivered as the prickly wind licked at his exposed neck and cheeks. His footing was awkward through the thick foliage, and it seemed to take him years until he finally stepped into the damp clearing.

Jack was there, his read hair shining dully in the moonlight. The clearing was enchanting when the silver beams splashed onto the lush grass and danced up onto rough tree branches. The red head quickly embraced the blonde and bestowed light kisses on top of his head. Ralph nestled his face into Jack's chest, absorbing the boy's warmth. The two boys stood this way until something finally had to be said.

"What are we going to do?" Ralph asked, pulling away, but keeping his arms around Jack's lean waist. The chorister was silent for a very long time, and Ralph wondered if he even heard the question. Before the fair boy could repeat himself, Jack spoke.

"Run."

Everything became still. The grass stopped dancing in the icy wind, and the trees stopped waving their arms harmoniously. Ralph waited, but nothing else escaped the ginger's mouth.

"Are you mad?" He ripped his numb hands away from Jack's waist. "Are you suggesting we run away together?" Jack's eyes sparkled, which made Ralph cringe. He hadn't seen that look in Jack's eyes since…the island.

"Yes!" Jack said ecstatically. He grabbed Ralph and held him close to his body, an iron grip caging the boy in. "I've got a few pounds in the bank that my parents set up for me. Think of it Ralph! Just you and me! We could find jobs! We're healthy young boys, maybe work at a factory somewhere." Ralph tried to separate himself from the red head, but Jack held fast, clinging to Ralph eagerly. "We can do it. We're smart."

"Jack…" Ralph pressed his head against the boy's shoulder. His head had suddenly begun to ache. To run away with Jack…it was just nuts! "…you aren't thinking right. You know we can't run away."

"I've been thinking about this for a long time Ralph." Jack murmured, he placed a thin hand under Ralph's chin and brought the fair boy's gaze to meet his. "There are places for boys like us, I looked into it. We would have a place to stay until we saved up enough money…we wouldn't have to hide anymore." He's been planning this, the sick realization rung in Ralph's head like the bell at a funeral.

Ralph turned his head to the side to avoid a kiss meant to be planted onto his mouth. "How long have you—"

"After we kissed in the woods, I've been thinking about it." Jack said, shame nudging shyly at each word.

Ralph closed his eyes and rested his head against Jack's shoulder. He knew he couldn't function without this red headed chorister, whom at the right age of sixteen, could still pull off singing a C sharp. But, to run away? Did he really need Jack that much?

"Ralph—" The ginger's voice sliced through his mangled thoughts, "ultimately it's your decision." He let his iron grasp fall from Ralph's sides. "I can't force you to come with me. Either way, I'm going."

"Jack…"

"What's it going to be?" Worry was tense within Jack's blue eyes, and Ralph wanted to wipe it away. However, he wasn't certain he could. Jack was asking him the question that would definitively decide their fate. Jack or…everything else?

Ralph rubbed the bandage on his palm. He licked his lips, before giving Jack his answer…

Really quick update before spring break! I'm leaving tomorrow and decided to squeeze in one more chapter! Well, see yah in two weeks! Thanks for reading!