By the way, yesterday I posted the first chapter of a movie parody for the 1963 version of this, if you're interested.

Immature humor, though… but other than that, hey, it's not extremely suckish.

Traffic – Roger

Roger yawned and rubbed his eyes. He'd been up all night, making sure nobody showed up. Nobody had, thank god, but they were going to be walking all day anyway. They needed to get as far away from the others as they could. They couldn't let the others catch up.

As Roger was walking past one of the few shelves left standing, something grabbed him and pulled him into a storage room.

It was dark. Roger had no idea what was going on. So he twisted, kicking until his foot connected with something.

"Dammit Roger!"

Oops. Jack. Roger fumbled for the light, and turning it on revealed a Jack kneeling on the floor, rubbing his leg.

"Sorry."

Jack rolled his eyes, and they both froze when they heard a crash. Roger turned the light back off, and they stood, frozen.

Someone else was in the grocery.

Language – Ralph

Now one of the twins was with them. It had been the last one to turn into a girl – but it was a boy.

Obviously, Eric was a boy in his soul…

Ralph welcomed the twin with open arms, of course, but there was something off about the boy.

Swimming – Samneric

They'd just gone swimming. That's all. It had even been a pool, not a river or something. And Eric had drowned.

Sam wasn't sure what was going on, and he didn't care. He didn't care if the world came down around him; he just wanted his brother back.

That's all he was asking for. It wasn't a lot, was it? Maurice had come back from the dead, Percival had come back from the dead. Why couldn't Eric, too?

Disaster – Percival Wemys Madison

There they were. There were his demon-friends. They were at Castle Rock, just like they'd been the last time. They were standing kinda like when they'd killed the fat one – the pig. Except neither the demon nor the fire-headed one were there.

The big rock was, though! Ignoring his fear of heights, Percival scrambled up to the big rock that the demon had cleverly used to kill the pig.

He could wait for a pig, and then kill it with a rock!

Yes, that's what he'd do.

Kill the pig.

Cut her throat.

Spill her blood.

Sparkle – Simon

The heat was almost unbearable. Simon lay in the grass, hoping the shade would take away some of the heat. His skin gleamed with sweat, and his eyes were bright green in a sea of brown.

Ralph appeared, bending over so his face was just a foot or so above Simon's. Simon flushed and sat up, brushing hair out of his face.

"Hi," Ralph said, sitting beside Simon. They sat underneath one of the most magnificent trees on the island, tall and shady and bearing the best fruit.

Simon murmured a greeting as well and they sat in silence until Ralph brought up why he had really come.

"Have you seen Piggy anywhere lately?"

Simon, more than a little disappointed that Ralph had a reason to want to talk to him, shook his head. Heat flooded his face again and he looked away.

Ralph, as oblivious as ever, didn't notice.

Precious – Maurice

He'd been looking all over for them, dragging a shocked Sam behind him. He stopped in front of a grocery with the front door slightly cracked open.

"They must be in there!" Maurice said, hoping that they actually were, unlike the last thirty places.

He didn't know why he bothered talking. It was just like talking to himself, really.

Laughter – Jack Merridew

"We can probably get out of here now," Roger said, opening the door of the storage room. Jack rolled his eyes, pulling the door shut. The brief sliver of light was destroyed. "Wh-what…"

Jack bit his lip. Roger'd lost the confidence he'd had during the last time they'd… done this. Very well. He'd have to drag it out of him.

Completely guessing on where Roger was, Jack attacked him with his mouth.

"Ow! My eye!"

Oops. After a few more mess-ups, their lips found each other's and they kissed. Jack didn't rush it, savoring the moment –

And then the door flew open. Roger let out a startled yelp as they crashed against the floor, landing at a pair of familiar feet.

They heard a snort of laughter. Jack lifted himself off Roger and looked up. It was Maurice.

"Sorry-" more laughing "It's just- I get why you left us-"

"Eric's dead."

They all looked in disbelief at Sam. Maurice's laughter left him and he sobered completely, lips pressing together in a thin line.

"Yeah. Eric's dead. Well, you can go back to whatever you were doing before."

:3 I hope you enjoyed.