Story: Lord of the Flies
Author of Original Story: William Golding
Title: Chapter 13: "Immortal Beast"
Rating: PG, for mild violence and language
Disclaimer: I don't own Lord of the Flies. I wouldn't want to. I also don't own any of the characters that were in the book. I do however own my made up characters, which would include Tom, and the dolphins. THE DOLPHINS ARE MINE!!! Hahahaha- okay, okay, you can use the dolphins in your stories. But you'll have to call their agent. They're really picky about things like that.
Chapter 13: Immortal Beast
Part I
Ralph peered out across the blue body, the golden flicks of the sun casting a sliver of a blaze into his eye, and forcing him to shield against it with his hand. There were few clouds, and the storm from the night before made the atmosphere all the brighter, but at least clear. He breathed in deeply, coils of fresh air, garnished with salt, keeping his throbbing headache from bother him too much. The waves flung themselves into the side of the huge warship, and showers of whitewash came with the same kind of force onto the deck.
"She's beautiful, 'en't she?" the sudden coarse voice bothered Ralph and he did not respond. "There's nothin' like her." The officer walked up and stood by Ralph, his perfection of appearance still not altered by the disturbing agitation of the quivering monster of a cruiser.
Ralph nodded quietly and crossed his arms, grainy with goosebumps that protected him from the whiplash of the wind, as well as raw from the peeling burnt, dead skin. He continued to look out at the ocean. Yes, she was.
"Stubborn to keep the silence filled, the officer went on. "Yes, just wait till you see this lugger blow those brutes right out of the water! Show 'em who's boss."
Ralph glanced shyly at the officer, glad that he had chosen not to say anything in the first place after the first comment was made. He returned to the dream-world under the sky.
"Still upset about your chaps I presume?"
"Maybe."
The officer, looking more determined than crestfallen, went on. "Have you at least given 'em a proper burial?"
Ralph gazed into his palms, feeling the sun burn his face even more now. He began to welcome the annoying flicks of pearly gold sea against his face. "Didn't have the time." He closed his eyes for a moment and thought back. Did he have the time? After the dance... they were putting themselves together... and there were only four at the time...
A long resonation thundered across the skiff, and Ralph's muscles received a chock from it's unexpected arrival. He turned and glared at the horns, mounted up high on poles, two of them turned directly his way.
"Come. We've got to keep our strength up."
Ralph diffidently pushed himself away from the icy metal bar and shadowed the officer into one of Ralph's most loathed sections of the ship. Conspicuous and unconcealed fro any isolation, he stood his place in line.
"Ralph, right?"
Ralph looked at the officer, not being able to help observe the dark lining against the officer's brow. He nodded.
"The name's Thomas. Tom is fine."
Tom looked down at the young boy, so oddly quiet, as if he'd been neglected and beaten. Hesitant to open, and even more to just spend time around people. A palpitation of memory closed in on Tom's mind, and he remembered his boy at home, maybe a few years younger than this one.
"I've got drill after lunch, so I will see to it that you're alright later," the officer said, grabbing a bowl of grey mush, which looked all too appetizing to absolutely no one. Ralph hesitated, glanced at the officer- Tom- and did the same.
"You run along now to your friends. They'll be glad to see you." The officer headed the other direction, to where his own companions sat. Ralph, glancing ashamedly as his personal space was filled with intruders, pushing in from all sides. With a sharm 'move it!' from one of them, Ralph quickly shoved his way into the dank and stale tables and sat down carefully, it's creaking giving a small warning as though it might fall apart at any moment.
Ralph held up the spoon, coated with the grey irregular mush, and pushed it away.
"It's not so bad-"
"-so's long you ask for a bit of sugar."
The sudden comments weren't uncanny at all. Ralph looked up, relieved to have this intrusion. "Hullo."
Samneric took their seats across from him, reluctant but still lapping up their portion. "Not like back there-"
"-not so good. But it's better-"
"Here."
"Yes," Ralph agreed, understanding.
"So you talk to Jack-"
"Yet?"
"No." The indication was not meant to be brutal, yet was. Ralph focused more attention on the creamy rocks which arose like goosebumps on the mush rather than the soupy brew itself, half expecting wisps of curling smoke to rise out of it as it began to bubble and finally burst into flames. Nothing happened, of course, except for the sudden slide of one of the chunks as it skated across the concoction.
The twins finished theirs and refused Ralph's. Ralph took this time to look out among the many tables. Jack was sitting in a well populated table, still busy playing with his own portion. Ralph stood up.
"Come on."
The twins stood up as well and followed Ralph as he walked away quickly, his palms stiffening as he passed by Jack. Out of the corner he saw Jack take a quick glance at his arch rival, then return to the conversation he had previously focused his attention on. He secretly wished he knew what Jack was thinking about him now.
"Where are we going?" the twins asked in chorus.
"To the barracks."
"What?"
"For?"
"For what we should've done a long time ago."
Back at the dining hall, Jack grinned across the rickety table. He stood up, and Roger stood as well. "Where are you going, Jack?"
Jack turned. "Don't come with me." Then he descended out, down a long, dark corridor, following the bubbling, inquisitive voices and the one dark, lone, deep one that answered them.
Roger gazed at the back of his companion, the no longer idolized leader, until it disappeared within the darkness.
Part II will be coming soon...
Author of Original Story: William Golding
Title: Chapter 13: "Immortal Beast"
Rating: PG, for mild violence and language
Disclaimer: I don't own Lord of the Flies. I wouldn't want to. I also don't own any of the characters that were in the book. I do however own my made up characters, which would include Tom, and the dolphins. THE DOLPHINS ARE MINE!!! Hahahaha- okay, okay, you can use the dolphins in your stories. But you'll have to call their agent. They're really picky about things like that.
Chapter 13: Immortal Beast
Part I
Ralph peered out across the blue body, the golden flicks of the sun casting a sliver of a blaze into his eye, and forcing him to shield against it with his hand. There were few clouds, and the storm from the night before made the atmosphere all the brighter, but at least clear. He breathed in deeply, coils of fresh air, garnished with salt, keeping his throbbing headache from bother him too much. The waves flung themselves into the side of the huge warship, and showers of whitewash came with the same kind of force onto the deck.
"She's beautiful, 'en't she?" the sudden coarse voice bothered Ralph and he did not respond. "There's nothin' like her." The officer walked up and stood by Ralph, his perfection of appearance still not altered by the disturbing agitation of the quivering monster of a cruiser.
Ralph nodded quietly and crossed his arms, grainy with goosebumps that protected him from the whiplash of the wind, as well as raw from the peeling burnt, dead skin. He continued to look out at the ocean. Yes, she was.
"Stubborn to keep the silence filled, the officer went on. "Yes, just wait till you see this lugger blow those brutes right out of the water! Show 'em who's boss."
Ralph glanced shyly at the officer, glad that he had chosen not to say anything in the first place after the first comment was made. He returned to the dream-world under the sky.
"Still upset about your chaps I presume?"
"Maybe."
The officer, looking more determined than crestfallen, went on. "Have you at least given 'em a proper burial?"
Ralph gazed into his palms, feeling the sun burn his face even more now. He began to welcome the annoying flicks of pearly gold sea against his face. "Didn't have the time." He closed his eyes for a moment and thought back. Did he have the time? After the dance... they were putting themselves together... and there were only four at the time...
A long resonation thundered across the skiff, and Ralph's muscles received a chock from it's unexpected arrival. He turned and glared at the horns, mounted up high on poles, two of them turned directly his way.
"Come. We've got to keep our strength up."
Ralph diffidently pushed himself away from the icy metal bar and shadowed the officer into one of Ralph's most loathed sections of the ship. Conspicuous and unconcealed fro any isolation, he stood his place in line.
"Ralph, right?"
Ralph looked at the officer, not being able to help observe the dark lining against the officer's brow. He nodded.
"The name's Thomas. Tom is fine."
Tom looked down at the young boy, so oddly quiet, as if he'd been neglected and beaten. Hesitant to open, and even more to just spend time around people. A palpitation of memory closed in on Tom's mind, and he remembered his boy at home, maybe a few years younger than this one.
"I've got drill after lunch, so I will see to it that you're alright later," the officer said, grabbing a bowl of grey mush, which looked all too appetizing to absolutely no one. Ralph hesitated, glanced at the officer- Tom- and did the same.
"You run along now to your friends. They'll be glad to see you." The officer headed the other direction, to where his own companions sat. Ralph, glancing ashamedly as his personal space was filled with intruders, pushing in from all sides. With a sharm 'move it!' from one of them, Ralph quickly shoved his way into the dank and stale tables and sat down carefully, it's creaking giving a small warning as though it might fall apart at any moment.
Ralph held up the spoon, coated with the grey irregular mush, and pushed it away.
"It's not so bad-"
"-so's long you ask for a bit of sugar."
The sudden comments weren't uncanny at all. Ralph looked up, relieved to have this intrusion. "Hullo."
Samneric took their seats across from him, reluctant but still lapping up their portion. "Not like back there-"
"-not so good. But it's better-"
"Here."
"Yes," Ralph agreed, understanding.
"So you talk to Jack-"
"Yet?"
"No." The indication was not meant to be brutal, yet was. Ralph focused more attention on the creamy rocks which arose like goosebumps on the mush rather than the soupy brew itself, half expecting wisps of curling smoke to rise out of it as it began to bubble and finally burst into flames. Nothing happened, of course, except for the sudden slide of one of the chunks as it skated across the concoction.
The twins finished theirs and refused Ralph's. Ralph took this time to look out among the many tables. Jack was sitting in a well populated table, still busy playing with his own portion. Ralph stood up.
"Come on."
The twins stood up as well and followed Ralph as he walked away quickly, his palms stiffening as he passed by Jack. Out of the corner he saw Jack take a quick glance at his arch rival, then return to the conversation he had previously focused his attention on. He secretly wished he knew what Jack was thinking about him now.
"Where are we going?" the twins asked in chorus.
"To the barracks."
"What?"
"For?"
"For what we should've done a long time ago."
Back at the dining hall, Jack grinned across the rickety table. He stood up, and Roger stood as well. "Where are you going, Jack?"
Jack turned. "Don't come with me." Then he descended out, down a long, dark corridor, following the bubbling, inquisitive voices and the one dark, lone, deep one that answered them.
Roger gazed at the back of his companion, the no longer idolized leader, until it disappeared within the darkness.
Part II will be coming soon...