NOTE: Yes yes, I knooow that Jack has red hair but I've always pictured him a blonde (even before I had seen the movie). Also....sorry about not having the 3rd chapter up for a looong time, I'm a big procrastinator...so I kept putting it off. Well here it is...just in time for christmas, the last chapter (I hope)!



It was midday, I could tell by the way the sun clung to the sky in a fury of passion. Almost how I clung to life, wishing, praying, that I would somehow win.

I had been looking for what seemed like hours and only to find nothing.

Just then I heard a soft rustling noise, blurs of colors raced past me and I threw my stick as hard as I could have imagined. The noise that followed was less than ecstatic.

"Aaah..." it was a groan, a cry. And it came from a human. I scurried around hurriedly, hoping to find what I had hit. My leg bumped something soft, and I looked down at the sodden earth to find Jack staring up at me. I had hit him, in the shoulder it looked like. I knew he wouldn't die, not right away. It would probably get infected, and then he'd die. What had I done? I didn't mean to hurt Jack, I wanted a pig. A pig was all I wanted, I wasn't a murderer!

"Oh Jack!" I bent to the ground and laid my hand on the gash, blood trickling down the side of his back. His eyes were full of hate, yet a spark of something I had never seen before, it was almost warmth.

"Ah, don't touch it!" came a voice from the closed teeth of my enemy, he cringed as I pulled my own fingers away. I drew my hand up to my face and stared at the blood, hoping it would dissapear as snow evaporates to your touch. But it stayed there, dripping down my index finger.

"Jack...I'm so sorry! I didn't know it was you! Everything happened so fast, I thought you were a pig...I didn't know! I didn't know! I didn't..." Jack stopped me and raised a hand, or at least he tried.

"Simon, be quiet. I can't lay here like this, I don't have the strength to get up either. Kill me Simon...take your stick and kill me. I'm going to die anyways, and you know it." tears filled his eyes, I knew why he wanted to be killed. He had lost, lost to me, and he thought he deserved to die.

"Jack! No! I could never kill you, you can still go on, I promise!" I didn't want to be a murderer, didn't want to! That was the only thought that ran through my head.

"Simon, do what I say! You'll take the stick, stab me in my heart six times. When I'm finally not breathing, drag me to the ocean's edge, it's not far away and I won't weigh that much. Throw me in the ocean, Simon. Why be buried, when you can float away, forever?" he didn't want to cry, I could tell. Jack never succombed to weakness. But the tears soon fell, slowly yet fervently.

I tried to talk but Jack interrupted me.

"Listen, you'll wash the blood off your body and then walk back to where everyone is. It should be dark by then. You'll tell them you couldn't find a pig, and then they'll ask about me. Now listen Simon, this part is very important! First, they'll probably have a search for me, So you must throw the sticks in the water too or else they'll see the blood and know something happened."

"Why can't I just tell them about you?" I didn't want to do it, why me? I just wanted Sarah, that was all!

"No, you musn't do that! They'll do something to you, my hunters, for sure they will. I know best, Simon. You must do this." he was trying to be brave. Oh Jack, why did you have to love Sarah...it wouldn't be like this, it would be...different.

"Come on Simon, now. Just kill me now." he closed eyes and he inhaled ever so slowly. I raised my stick and tried to force my body to throw it down...but it wouldn't. With a strength I drove the stick into his heart, a whimper escaping Jack's lips. He shook side to side and I wiped the salty tears from my cheek.

Blood was splattered on the ground and I drove the stick in a second time. I had to do it, for Jack. I kept telling myself it was the right thing, but something told me otherwise.

I finally came to the sixth time, and I mightily pushed the stick in again, for the last time. Jack laid limp on the ground and I forced my hands under his armpits. He was lighter than I had imagined, Jack never had much muscle. It was brain that had built up his body.

When I had finally reached the ocean's shore I wasn't sure if I could go through with it.

"For Jack..." I spoke aloud. He wanted to live on, through the oceans currents. I pushed him slowly into the water and he sunk under. I prayed that he would float along, not just remain limp in the sand. I wanted Jack to get away from this island, far far away.

It was dark, just like Jack had said, sluggishly I limped to where the boys stood in anticipation.

"Well?" Piggy was the first to speak.

"Nothing." I outstretched my hands and shrugged. Sarah walked over to me and let her head fall gently on my shoulder.

"Where's Jack?" It was Ralph, I knew what would come next.

It happened in a hazy mist of moonlight. The hunters led the search for Jack, and we all looked thoroughly, though I knew they would find nothing.

Jack was pronounced dead, no one had learned of the cause. No one but me and Jack. Jack who smoldered underneath the sky. I liked to imagine Jack flowing precariously in the currents. Maybe he had met the mermaids, maybe he had seen monsters. I only wished the best for Jack, traveling along, light as a scarf. Why be buried, when you can float away...forever?