[A/N]: Hey everyone! Sorry it took so long to make this particular one-shot . anyways, before I say anything, this is my 20th one-shot! So, in celebration of the 20 one-shots I have made, I made a one-shot contributed to my favorite character from Lord of the Flies: Piggy. This is basically Chapter 11 in Piggy's point of view, up until his death, so please read and tell me what you think :) Also know that I look A LOT of reference from the Chapter into this one-shot..I wanted to try to have it match the chapter as much as possible. Enjoy :-)
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Cocomelonkatzelada: I had to look at that name at least five times to make sure I spelled it right, and hopefully I did . hehe, I wonder why you changed your name? But it's cool regardless :) Anyways, thank you for the review, and I completely agree with you and about the lack of Jack and Roger. I think that, if any couple were to happen in the book realistically, it would either be them or Ralph and Simon, and since I love both, it makes me happy either way :D. So, you watched Angel Beats? Awesome! And ZOMG that idea sounds so flippin' awesome, I am encouraging you to think about that idea, no joke! Your stories are so fun to read, it would be awesome for you to do that! :D Thanks for reviewing again! I always love your reviews.
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I suppose the entire memory of it all was entirely too sudden. I had not an inkling this would happen, I couldn't even fathom that something like this would happen. My bones shook furiously at the thought of it, and my blood simply boiled. The fire, the savagery, the eclipse of the moon that fell upon us that night. All the reminders of the mere blood that fell, yet that was only the physical proof. Mentally and spiritually, I became a mess, and I am sure that Ralph felt the same also. Losing Simon...it never would have happened if he wasn't so batty. This was his fault, he chose to warn of us the thing we feared the most, the Beast. It was still on this island, I was sure, just waiting for me or somebody else to come from within the bushes and attack us, to feast on our skin and our bones. I tried desperately to remove this things from my thoughts, but how could I, when everywhere I ever knew about this damned island wanted to consume me in the idea that civilization no longer worked.
I sat down on a log and tried to get my head together. My thoughts were traveling at around a thousand miles a second, and my tongue felt flopped from using any speech. My eyes simply stayed onto the peach color of the conch shell, and the boy that carried it with in his hand, the hand that was the same exact one he used for piercing our friend's skin with a spear, to shed the blood. The innocence that came along with the shell was being held by a hypocrite, but if I were to say that I was more pure than our chief was, than it was obvious that I was being the hypocrite as well. It wasn't just his doing, it was mine as well, but like I said before, it wasn't all my fault. Simon running out to the feast, exclaiming such fantasies such as the Beast was within us all along? Ignorance is what it was.
My eyes couldn't see properly. Everything was a blur, due to the fact that my glasses had been stolen from the hunters of course, but I could still make out some forms of color. For instance, knowing that Ralph was still carrying the conch was one thing. Also another thing was the green from the trees that towered over us, the tannish skin that reflected off of the twins, and the deep blue that controlled my vision from the ocean. I didn't want to close my eyes, even though I was practically blind, because I knew if I shut my eyes, I would shut off all hope for rescue, for someone to come find us.
We were having our last meeting. Our signal fire on the beach burned out, and we had an ambush the night before. With my glasses gone and nothing else remaining, I could only hope that Ralph would know what is right, to go back to Castle Rock and demand Jack to give me back my glasses. I am only human, after all, and every human should be treated just the same.
Ralph neared me, only by a couple of feet, before a concerned look came across his face, covered in ash and having a smokey appearance from guarding the fire.
"Can you see me?"
"Just a bit," I replied.
His face looked so incredibly blurry, and I couldn't see the blue in his eyes as well as with my specs. It would be difficult to survive with my sight for very long, especially without my glasses, and Ralph sighed before turning away. An angered presence came before him, and the boy started blaming the hunters for stealing our fire. It wasn't them, or at least, as I would've thought, it was more of Jack's doing. Merridew had the tendency to cause havoc to corrupt, no surprise there, and he stole my glasses, something of which an actual civilized person would have none of. I wanted them back to badly...to see again.
I told Ralph to blow the conch for the last time, and the noise that had once filled our ears with a melodic wonder was now the last sound for hope. It roared past the trees, over the seas, and yet nobody came. No surprise, I knew, but it was worth the effort at least. Ralph sighed, miserable to say the least, before sitting down besides me and the twins and handing me the conch. I looked over to the chief, as if to give permission to speak, and once Ralph prompted me to go on and say what I needed to say, I sighed and looked around, even though I couldn't see anything.
"I believe that we should go back to Castle Rock. Merrdiew, the filthy savage, he has my glasses, and the only way I will be able to see anything is if we get 'em back."
I wet my lips before continuing, with the sun's burning rays and hot temperature.
"Ralph was the only one...he was the only one to get anything done, for sure. Awful things have been happening on this island, so we have to trust that our chief can tell us what to do...where to go from here."
Even though I couldn't trust my blinded eyes for a mere second, I glanced over to where I knew Ralph was, and the leader's eyes were one me. I felt the gaze, awkward and trying to find the words to say, but yet they never did slip. Instead, he simply took back the conch and hissed down towards the ground in sheer anger.
"A fire...you would think that we would be able to take care of that, wouldn't we? But no, those savages...those hunters, they would rather go off and play than maintain the civil way! And with Merrdiew in the lead, who knows what else they will do? The ships are probably passing by at this very second, and yet we do nothing about it!"
I felt the darkened tone the boy was trying to send, and while his words were very true, they were not the words that needed to be said. What needed to be said was what we were going to do about the situation, not how we felt about it, so I scolded Ralph afterwards for simply saying the words rather than doing anything about it. The twins shivered, before suggesting we take spears up to where Jack and the others were, but I knew better. They even suggested that I carry my own spear. What was I going to do with it, without my eyesight anyways? It was like being leading a dog on its casual walk through the park, the dog wouldn't be able to control the route and would simply be led. Nothing more.
"Don't be silly." I responded at the suggestion, and the twins laughed once I told them what I thought about it. They always laughed at the more ridiculous things, and this was certainly no different.
"I got the conch. Let's go to Castle Rock, an' I will show Jack Merridew exactly what is on my mind."
"Piggy, no. You'll get hurt!"
Ralph's words of warning didn't seem to frighten me, oddly enough as it was, but instead a new fire seemed to light from inside me. The fire to do what is right, what is right for the sake of the rest of the boys and myself.
"Jack is stronger than me, that much is understood by a long shot, but we have something that he and his hunters will never have, not in their hearts anyways."
I raised the conch shell confidently, a smirk coming across my face at the mere image of Jack's shock from the conch itself.
"We have this. Now, I will not ask back my glasses due to kindness, or being a sport, but I will do it simply because that is what is right. Doing what is right...it is most important to the island and the people that are here...and if we abuse that, then..then we're just as bad as those savages!"
My smirk started to loosen its grip, and now my face turned pale at the rememberance of the night previous to the one before. The night where the smoke was high, where the flames danced within the air, and even our chief's voice could be heard from, perhaps, a million miles away. Shrieking, I remember, and the blood thirsty savagery erupting from all the boys themselves. I remember that...too painfully well.
"Jack Merridew has to give me back my glasses...he has to."
I could hear Ralph standing beside me, and the silence after my speech was almost devouring everything else. It was unbearable until Ralph coughed slightly and breathed in the island air idly.
"Alright then. We will go to Castle Rock, for the sake of Piggy...and doing what is right. If you want to try, Piggy, we will go."
I could practically feel the excitement bouncing off of the twins at knowing what Jack would look like once we arrived. They started babbling on about the paint of the savages, about their devastating spears, and even when Ralph told them to stop, they still laughed about it. I wanted to give Ralph back the conch, but he simply pushed it back and laughed slightly.
"I believe you should carry the conch. After all, that is what you wanted, isn't it?"
I could only smile before nodding in appreciation and letting the twins, Ralph, and I go into the forest to bathe and eat before venturing to the other side of the island.
With Ralph being in lead, we all began to walk toward Castle Rock. I will admit, the anticipation of it all was starting to really get beneath my skin, but I wouldn't confess that or anything. The sun was dawning down on us, and while I knew that it was still the later part of the afternoon, it still felt as though the nightly winds would arrive at any given second. It wasn't probably from the berries I ate earlier, but my gut had this weird feeling about it, as though this entire act of going to the hunters' hideout was a very bad idea. Of course, my stomach often feels that way towards the most childish of things. I couldn't see very well, but the trailing ends of the spears the twins carried, which they drew onto the ground, allowed me to see which direction I was going.
The place where the tribal dance was held...the place where Simon...I couldn't bear to think about. Some spears still laid motionless on the ground, according to the twins that is, but I had a feeling that some of the hunters came back to retrieve some of the other ones. Why wouldn't they, with their blasted way of remaining so loyal to the blood that dried on the spearheads? I sighed at just thinking about their savage ways, and I really did wonder if we were ever going to get rescued. I was sure, however, that is things continued the way they did, with the lack of loyalty to the chief and with people trying to break apart..I doubted rescue would even be an options.
"Smoke."
Ralph's voice broke through my concentration, so I simply guessed that we had arrived at the Castle Rock. The twins said that they could guess the hunters were having a fire, and yet I knew that a bitter silence followed afterwards. Ralph questioned us, wondering why we were hiding such as this, and the leader sighed before continuing. We had finally reached the entrance, it seemed.
"You two, stay with Piggy and allow me to lead. Remember to have your spears ready."
An anxious feeling coming soaked with me. How was I to know what was in there? I had never been to the Castle Rock, and the sound of the crashing waves against the rocks on the side made it almost impossible to tell whether there's a guarantee I will come back out alive.
"Is it safe?" I asked simply, and I felt Ralph turn back with the whip of air from his face.
"You stay close to me, and it will be."
The four of us, honestly more scared now than we were before, cautiously walked up the entrance to the Castle Rock. However, a chuckling noise was apparent from above us, and I could hear a booming from a younger boy. The voice itself was awfully familiar, but as to who, I wasn't quite sure. The voice asked who was coming up the neck of the rock, and Ralph roared back that, whoever the boy was, he was being silly and that it was simply him. Afterwards, the roaring from the conch brought all the other savages together. I knew this because of their demonic laughter and the sound of spears trailing the dirty ground. It was clear that Ralph wanted to call another assembly, as he attempted before, but the muttering of the savages showed they couldn't care less. I tugged at my friend's sleeve, and I whispered to him to remind him of my safety. I was starting to feel as though I should run away, that the aura of all everyone here perhaps wouldn't be right for me. However, I quick;y remembered the reason why we came. I knew I must stay and remind Jack that I have to have my glasses back in order for me to see, and I couldn't give up quite so quickly.
"Kneel back," Ralph whispered to me, concern blooming in his voice. "Wait until I come back."
We must have been pretty far up the neck of the rock, because if there ever was a time the thundering sound of waves was more apparent, it was certainly now. It was almost as though the waves wanted me to come down and play with them, and the sickening feeling I had in my stomach before came back as quickly as it had left. I wasn't sure what was going on after that, but I knew that I heard Ralph asked Roger, who apparently was the booming voice that questioned our arrival, and the other hunters where the Jack was, and the hunter replied that their chief was out hunting at the moment and didn't want us to come in. Thinking of Jack, it was obvious that he would say something such as that, and when Ralph told Roger why we had came, the laughter coming from the savages at something from the back struck me with an idea of who was coming in. It was none other that the bony idiot himself.
"What do you want?" The voice threatened like a sharpened knife, and I could hear Ralph spin quickly on his feet of the hard, rocky ground below him. Yet I was still merely clinging onto the rock by my side where Ralph left me, trying to be mesmerized by the crashing waves. I tried not to let the tears make their way across my face, as they had earlier.
"Ralph, don't leave me!" I cried out, trying to make him remember of my safety once again. I could hear Jack and two other boys alongside him yell at Ralph to leave them alone, but Ralph and I both knew better. The blonde screamed at the redhead, reminding him of stealing my specs, and I felt the conch wobbling in my hand as I tried to cling myself closer to the rock for support. Jack laughed almost comically at what Ralph said, as though he was apathetic towards rescue now, anyways.
"Got to? Who says?"
"I say!" Ralph screamed in response to the childish remark, and while I couldn't see Ralph, the fury that was stated made me shiver almost. It was almost as though Ralph was wanting to rip Jack limb from limb, and the redhead could see it just as much as I did, for without a second's hesitation and without much more arguging, the two clashed. I could hear their spears hit against each other, and the roaring from the other boys caused me to be a stage of panic, almost. Brawling and hitting it out, Jack and Ralph didn't seem to care about who was getting hurt, as long as cuts and bruises were made. Did Ralph not mind me?
"Remember what we came for, Ralph! The fire...my specs!" I recalled, cupping my hand around my mouth and grabbing the ground to try to get his attention. Ralph backed away after the fight, keeping an eye on Jack however, and I could hear him gasp. Perhaps he could see the spectacles in Jack's hand or something, for I really couldn't guess without my sight.
"The glasses! They're Piggy's, you know! Besides, if he doesn't have them, he won't be able to see!"
The silence was bitter, although the savages couldn't stop laughing for some reason, so I whispered and reminded Ralph about the fire, who instantly brought that up as well. However, it seemed that before too long, I could hear the sound of two being tied up...who was it? Oh no, could it have been?
Ralph attempted a rescue, it was evident by the noises he was making, and Jack gritted through his teeth saying that the hunters did as was instructed by him. Fury that was once bottled within me practically begged me to let it out, but I had to stay orderly for the entire thing to work out, so I decided to make myself known as Ralph and Jack once again brawled with their measly spears.
"I have the conch, let me speak!"
I uproared, craving the attention...no, desperately needing the attention from the other boys at this one moment. I clutched the conch close to my abdomen, and while it was shaking within my palm, I was confident enough knowing I wasn't ever going to let it go. The booing that was there was dimmed at first, but it greatly picked up speed at me speaking. Ralph and Jack paid no mind, since they were fighting their blasted guts out, but I was determined to make my point be across, at any given point.
"I said I've got the conch! You listen to me, you're acting like a crowd of kids with no minds!"
The booing continued, but I decided to simply ignore it. I raised the conch with a sense of power, and the while the sound died a little, it didn't go away completely. I kept on with what I was saying before, asking the boys whether rules and discipline was important, or doing nothing but playing and lacking in the spirit to be rescued.
"Which is better, to be such as a pack of Indians, or to be sensible..such as Ralph?"
Something awfully bad trembled within the Earth, I could clearly feel it within the soles of my feet. However, I didn't realize that this feeling...this heavy blasted thing would be hurdling towards me. I could hear the shrieking from the other boys, and I didn't know where Ralph was during this, but I felt a hard object sweep me off my feet and carry me through the chilly, sea-salted air. It almost felt like slow motion, it did, and my eyes shut while my mind didn't know what to think. I couldn't grunt, I couldn't even muster a single syllable as my body, yet my heart automatically felt as though it was going to stop.
The ocean water engulfed me, with its cool surface and salty liquids pouring into my nose and filling me with the watery nausea, yet before I dared to close my eyes and drift away in unconsciousness, the scattered remains of the beautiful conch shell fell before me, in a clearing of water that was very close to where I was. Slowly, not wanting to die without the shell imprinting its way into my memory, I smiled at knowing the shell was the last thing I saw, not the bloodied end of a spear or the paint of a savage.
I finally closed my eyes and let the darkness overtake me.
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