Chapter 3: A Savage's Regret
"Roger, Ralph," Jack said, startled by the entrance of the two boys.
"Ask him," Ralph said cluelessly.
"He never said what he meant to back on the boat," Roger stated.
"Oh, yes, that's right," Jack said, stepping forward, placing one hand on his hip- the other hanging loosely at his side. "So, what did you mean to say, anyway?" Jack interrogated.
"I told you: forget it," Ralph muttered.
"I want to hear," snapped Jack.
Ralph hesitated, and looked at Roger. "Let go," Ralph ordered, pulling his arm back a bit.
Roger smirked and tightened his grip on Ralph's arm.
"Stop it!"
"Let him go," Jack commanded.
Roger let go of Ralph, but not before a cold glare was shot toward him.
"He let go. Now tell me," Jack persisted, as he backed away from the door a bit. He continued on toward his bed- sat there, placed his elbows on his knees, and held up his head with his hands.
"I'm listening," he smirked.
"Well, I, uh," Ralph trailed off.
Roger elbowed Ralph in the ribs, causing Ralph to bend over a bit in pain, biting his lip.
"Get on with it," Roger growled.
"I wanted to know why you hunted me- why you wanted to.. to.. kill me," Ralph said, nearly chirping at the statement's conclusion.
"I.." Jack said, then trailed off, gasping meanwhile
Roger didn't say a word, but he listened attentively. Ralph heaved a sigh as Jack uttered constant vowels- but never sead a complete word.
The silence other than Jack's inarticulate speaking was deafening. But then, Ralph realized something: he was in a room with two killers. To this new thought, Ralph wasn't sure how to react. He was more afraid of Roger, truthfully. Roger had not even cleaned up since they got off of the motor boat. Several minutes of silence passed; even Jack's incomplete speaking came to an end shortly.
Finally, Jack broke the silence as he curled up into a ball on his bed, and wept quietly.
"It's all my fault," Jack hoarsely cried. "My fault," he whispered.
"Jack," Ralph said sympathetically.
"Go," Jack yelled through his sobs, "just go!"
"Come on," growled Roger, snatching Ralph's arm, and pulling him outside of the room. Ralph shut the door with his free hand, and then turned around. Roger was glaring menacingly.
"Happy with your reply?" Roger scowled.
Ralph snapped his arm back, freeing himself from Roger's grip. He turned around, and walked back to his own room.
"Roger, Ralph," Jack said, startled by the entrance of the two boys.
"Ask him," Ralph said cluelessly.
"He never said what he meant to back on the boat," Roger stated.
"Oh, yes, that's right," Jack said, stepping forward, placing one hand on his hip- the other hanging loosely at his side. "So, what did you mean to say, anyway?" Jack interrogated.
"I told you: forget it," Ralph muttered.
"I want to hear," snapped Jack.
Ralph hesitated, and looked at Roger. "Let go," Ralph ordered, pulling his arm back a bit.
Roger smirked and tightened his grip on Ralph's arm.
"Stop it!"
"Let him go," Jack commanded.
Roger let go of Ralph, but not before a cold glare was shot toward him.
"He let go. Now tell me," Jack persisted, as he backed away from the door a bit. He continued on toward his bed- sat there, placed his elbows on his knees, and held up his head with his hands.
"I'm listening," he smirked.
"Well, I, uh," Ralph trailed off.
Roger elbowed Ralph in the ribs, causing Ralph to bend over a bit in pain, biting his lip.
"Get on with it," Roger growled.
"I wanted to know why you hunted me- why you wanted to.. to.. kill me," Ralph said, nearly chirping at the statement's conclusion.
"I.." Jack said, then trailed off, gasping meanwhile
Roger didn't say a word, but he listened attentively. Ralph heaved a sigh as Jack uttered constant vowels- but never sead a complete word.
The silence other than Jack's inarticulate speaking was deafening. But then, Ralph realized something: he was in a room with two killers. To this new thought, Ralph wasn't sure how to react. He was more afraid of Roger, truthfully. Roger had not even cleaned up since they got off of the motor boat. Several minutes of silence passed; even Jack's incomplete speaking came to an end shortly.
Finally, Jack broke the silence as he curled up into a ball on his bed, and wept quietly.
"It's all my fault," Jack hoarsely cried. "My fault," he whispered.
"Jack," Ralph said sympathetically.
"Go," Jack yelled through his sobs, "just go!"
"Come on," growled Roger, snatching Ralph's arm, and pulling him outside of the room. Ralph shut the door with his free hand, and then turned around. Roger was glaring menacingly.
"Happy with your reply?" Roger scowled.
Ralph snapped his arm back, freeing himself from Roger's grip. He turned around, and walked back to his own room.