"The Consequences of Humankind"
-- A Lord of the Flies FanFic, Sequel --
Disclaimer -- I don't own Lord of the Flies or ANY characters associated with it. Ok'ee?
Chapter One - Tears
They all stepped up the stairs onto the motor boat. Ralph lead the procession- followed by the littluns, and then Jack and the choir. Ralph could barely contain himself as he walked along. He stepped toward a seat, hanging his head miserably, while tears flowed out of his eyes in a steady stream. The littluns wailed and moaned, and even Jack and the choir boys were not ashamed of their sobbing. Everyone took a seat: Ralph and the littluns on one side, Jack and the choir on the other.
The boat started into motion, as they left the island forever. No one said a word. Ralph buried his head in his hands, while Jack faced the wind, allowing his hair- and his tears to flow past his head. Silence daunted them for a few moments, but finally Ralph stood up, and walked toward Jack. All eyes were upon Ralph, as though he was cradling the conch.
"Shove over," grumbled Ralph to Roger, who sat nearest to Jack.
Roger moved over a bit, and Ralph sat beside Jack in the space that had been provided.
"I want to talk to you," Ralph said clearly to Jack, even though Jack's head was turned in the other direction.
"What?" Jack snapped immediately, turning his head toward Ralph.
Ralph stared at Jack, who was still painted- appearing like a savage. Ralph stared deeply into Jack's eyes, which were decorated on the lids and surrounding skin with smears of red paint. Then, a familiar chant arose in Ralph's mind--
Kill the pig, cut his throat, spill his blood!
Kill the pig, cut his throat, spill his blood!
Ralph did not stare for much longer, for his eyes began to tear up. Ralph ripped his gaze away from Jack's, and stared at the ground, instead.
"N-nothing," he finally stuttered, managing to gain a poseur.
Ralph began to stand, but Roger rose a bit as Ralph did, and then shoved him back down. Ralph stared at Roger- confused and searching for some kind of twisted answer.
"..uh?"
"Go on, talk," Roger said, gesturing toward Jack.
"I don't have anything to say," Ralph said sternly, sniffling after the statement.
"No," Roger growled in protest, "you came over here to say something. Now say it," Roger conluded.
Ralph now took notice that Roger- out of all the others- had not cried. Before he managed to get a retort out, the motor boat halted, stopping beside a cruiser.
"All out onto the cruiser!" called the naval officer.
Everyone stood up instantly. While they started out, Jack cut in front of Ralph, shoving something into Ralph's hands as he did. Ralph hesitated, but he finally looked down as Jack walked on. He gasped; what Jack had left in Ralph's possession was a pair of spectacles- with both lenses broken.
-- A Lord of the Flies FanFic, Sequel --
Disclaimer -- I don't own Lord of the Flies or ANY characters associated with it. Ok'ee?
Chapter One - Tears
They all stepped up the stairs onto the motor boat. Ralph lead the procession- followed by the littluns, and then Jack and the choir. Ralph could barely contain himself as he walked along. He stepped toward a seat, hanging his head miserably, while tears flowed out of his eyes in a steady stream. The littluns wailed and moaned, and even Jack and the choir boys were not ashamed of their sobbing. Everyone took a seat: Ralph and the littluns on one side, Jack and the choir on the other.
The boat started into motion, as they left the island forever. No one said a word. Ralph buried his head in his hands, while Jack faced the wind, allowing his hair- and his tears to flow past his head. Silence daunted them for a few moments, but finally Ralph stood up, and walked toward Jack. All eyes were upon Ralph, as though he was cradling the conch.
"Shove over," grumbled Ralph to Roger, who sat nearest to Jack.
Roger moved over a bit, and Ralph sat beside Jack in the space that had been provided.
"I want to talk to you," Ralph said clearly to Jack, even though Jack's head was turned in the other direction.
"What?" Jack snapped immediately, turning his head toward Ralph.
Ralph stared at Jack, who was still painted- appearing like a savage. Ralph stared deeply into Jack's eyes, which were decorated on the lids and surrounding skin with smears of red paint. Then, a familiar chant arose in Ralph's mind--
Kill the pig, cut his throat, spill his blood!
Kill the pig, cut his throat, spill his blood!
Ralph did not stare for much longer, for his eyes began to tear up. Ralph ripped his gaze away from Jack's, and stared at the ground, instead.
"N-nothing," he finally stuttered, managing to gain a poseur.
Ralph began to stand, but Roger rose a bit as Ralph did, and then shoved him back down. Ralph stared at Roger- confused and searching for some kind of twisted answer.
"..uh?"
"Go on, talk," Roger said, gesturing toward Jack.
"I don't have anything to say," Ralph said sternly, sniffling after the statement.
"No," Roger growled in protest, "you came over here to say something. Now say it," Roger conluded.
Ralph now took notice that Roger- out of all the others- had not cried. Before he managed to get a retort out, the motor boat halted, stopping beside a cruiser.
"All out onto the cruiser!" called the naval officer.
Everyone stood up instantly. While they started out, Jack cut in front of Ralph, shoving something into Ralph's hands as he did. Ralph hesitated, but he finally looked down as Jack walked on. He gasped; what Jack had left in Ralph's possession was a pair of spectacles- with both lenses broken.