A Pale, Gentle Blur By Crimson Nightmare
Summary:
Shuddering at the cold flames
Reminding him of the old games
Clutching the raincoat
Slipping away
Running again and attempts to escape
Never succeeding and never again
I lose! I lose! I can't fight the signs
Fighting to live
As a painful pale blur, gently passes by
By [crimson nightmare]
Declaimer: Lord of the Flies belongs to W. Golding. Also, the lyrics at the end are my creation, belongs to me. No money is made from this, so no suing please.
MUST-READS:
I added about five years onto the boys' age for the sake of logical sex scenes.
Some changes will be made to the plot of the original book.
Quotes are taken from the original book; I will not list them in declaimer because there are quite a few of them.
New setting: After the boys came back into civilization, four or so years after that.
I am not associating the new setting with the actual history of Britain at the time. I'm simply using today's society as the new setting. (It's too much work to do the actual time - for those who know me; you know how lazy I can be.)
A/N: Yet we meet again, Earthlings! (No reason, just wanted to use that line *sweatdrops*) Yeah, anyways, here we are again, playing around with the lovely four guys that I happen to be studying for exams on, and so I decided to post this sometime after exam. Patience, patience..................
..........Fine! No patience!!! I posted this *during my exam time*!!! ................I am insane.
...........So review for me??? (What does that have to do with me being insane???)
This is a chapter dedicated to the pairing Jack/Roger. It's dark, and has nothing to do with Ralph/Simon, so those of you who are not really looking for a chapter on Jack/Roger, you may skip the flashbacks in the chapter. They are not exactly informative....................Um, yes ^-^bb so there you go!
Enjoy!!
And REVIEW!!!!
O=======ooOoo=======O
A Pale, Gentle Blur By Crimson Nightmare
Chapter 3: In the Dark
Jack walked away with shame and hurt on his face.
The red-haired man wondered for a moment what would happen if he had ran back and forced Ralph to listen to him, but killed that thought as he remembered the murderous look on Ralph's face when he had offered to explain.
Jack was a grown man now, an unsuccessfully grown man.
Not only was he a claustrophobic, but also he was scared of the wild, he could not bear to eat anything that tasted close to pork, and he wasn't able to stand anything close to red or white clay. He was afraid of heights, he did not thrive in any of the academic fields, and he could not work well physically, either, because of the many fears he held for the outside world. And 'rocks', he could not stand rocks. He ended up relying only on the financial supports that his not-rich-enough parents gave him.
His could not take singing, he could not speak with proper manner - he stutters, and he was terribly afraid of anything that reminded him of a boy named Roger - a figure of pure evil in his life that gives him cold shudders every time he thought about the boy. Where is Roger now? Is he lurking around that corner on the street? Is he watching from some where in the dark? Is he here?
Jack walked faster and faster on the street walk. His sweat soaked his red hair, and his blue eyes darted from place to place as he started running on the street, ignoring the strange stares from the passersby. He muttered to himself with a frightened tone that sounded like a child who got lost in the market. "Get away from me! Roger! Get away!"
He ran and ran as his whispers grew to a call, and later, a scream, until he tripped and fell on the sidewalk, and cold fear swept across him as a little boy in Indian costume with dark-tanned skin and a pure black gaze looked down on him. For a second there he wanted to scream out loud, and he wanted to tell the little boy to get away, but then he stopped dead as the boy asked him in a childish voice that most certainly wasn't Roger's low voice. "Are you okay, sir?" The little boy asked politely.
He coughed violently, and panted in relief, "Yes, I'm fine......You, you're not......I mean, I'm fine, thank you."
He discovered how pathetic he was, to think that Roger would appear beside him again with a painted face and leaves on his bare shoulders and chest. He sighed at the unsuccessful person he was and got up shakily. The little boy in Indian costume was gone by the time he had calmed down and turned around to find him. He felt incredibly stupid.
//flashback//
He crept in the shadows.
A lock of hair fell into his shadowed eyes, and he did not care to brush it away. The dark green light that glowed mysteriously printed its snake-like mark on his bare back, and he crept further until he got to the bottom of a tree trunk. He stopped before the root, sniffing it for a second and then picked up a sharp-edged rock on the ground and jammed at it until the juice came shooting out. He bent lower onto the ground, opening his mouth at the opening of the leaking root and sucked at the pale-green liquid fiercely.
"That could be poisonous you know?" An amused, taunting voice floated by, coming from a shadowing figure that was half hidden amongst the green and black shades of the leaves and woods.
"Jack." He muttered darkly.
"Me." Came the furtive reply.
A black wave of power came forcing his head down in worship. The leaves around them rustled as a cool breeze blew by, and his eyes were colder. He looked up at the figure standing before him; cold fear and strange excitement filled him every time he talked to Jack.
***
"What do you want?" He bent back down, sipping the tree juice once again.
"Some help." The boy standing in the shadows stayed where he was, devouring the view of this firm, tanned body creeping on the ground.
His instincts told him that this was nothing like usual, but a tempting voice in his head challenged him with luring reasonings.
"Help?" He continued to stay low on the ground. He never spoke much, for he was uncommunicative by nature.
"Yes." The face looking down twisted into a dark grin. "Help."
Jack squatted down near the other boy, eyes still scanning the raw flesh that lay before him. With a beckoning motion, he summoned his Right Hand to him with the dark authority implanted within his hunter's heart.
***
Roger came closer.
He watched as Roger crept closer. He waited like a skillful predator waiting for the right moment to attack.
Then he attacked. Growling like an animal, he tackled Roger with a brutal force. Knocking the boy onto the ground he gripped onto the boy's shoulders and gnawed at his chest with a force that made the boy bleed. The boy under him laughed out with a low, cold voice and with a twist and turn of strong legs Roger ended up trapping the other boy between his legs. He felt his hard-on pressed tightly against the body underneath him.
"Oh no you don't." Jack hissed and struck the other boy across the face hard, making the beaten boy feeling dizzy with pain. He turned their position around again, grinding savagely against Roger, who had a few seconds of black out from the bash across the head.
"Remember who's who, Roger." Jack said again with a hissing voice. "And who serves whom."
The boy beneath him only looked at him with raw lust and evil hunger in his eyes. Satisfied with this, Jack bent down from the sitting position to explore the boy's raw flesh. He started with licking and chewing the flesh of the boy underneath. He felt the boy's hard-on and chuckled with dark pleasure.
Next he struck the throat with animal-like desire; he bit down hard at the apple at the middle of the boy's throat and felt a wave of pleasant, warm blood rushing out of that skin, leaking down his thirsty mouth and muddied chest. Roger choked hard as the fresh blood came shooting out of the opening on his throat, his eyes rolled white for several times as the pain and the dizziness from loss of blood hit him again and again.
Jack thrust himself in. Roger screamed out, surrendering to the dark pleasure of being eaten.
***
Jack smudged some mud and blood onto Roger's right cheek and licked his lips as if he was just done with a fabulous feast. He flipped Roger onto his back and took out his knife.
"What are you doing?" Roger asked him, suddenly wide-eyed.
"Making you mine." He felt the boy underneath him flinch, understanding that more pain was coming. He smiled, feeling more and more powerful. He admired for a moment at the dark strikes and lashes across Roger's back - his handy work. He lifted his knife, pressing the icy surface onto the small back of the body beneath him.
The coldness gave Roger a shudder, but he held onto his position, knowing that it was fatal to protest right now that he had Jack sitting on his back, pressing a blade onto his bare back -- he knew that Jack had the guts and the power to kill. He felt the cold blade drawing lines on his skin, hard enough to hurt a bit but not cutting into the flesh. Then without warning the blade cut into his bare skin at the center of his back, and pain shot to the top of his head as he felt the pain lining up into a writing-like pattern.
After what seemed like hours of torment, he finally looked up at Jack, who had lifted himself off of his back.
"What did you write?" He asked.
"Mine." He said with a new authority.
"Yours." Roger replied with a new kind of obedience.
"Mine." Jack repeated himself with a dark, evil satisfaction, looking at his new possession.
"All yours." Roger said, dark-eyed and excited.
//flashback end//
Dark surrounded Jack as he was reminded of the evil things he had done in his childhood. However innocent he had became after he had came back, he could not wash away the black dot in his heart that do and still will haunt him for the rest of his life. He did not want to, but it happened anyways.
That was what Roger could do to him. The boy had made him evil.
Evil
Evil
Evil
***
Somewhere in the street corner, a pair of black eyes was eyeing him with a smirk.
"Scared, Chief?" He said in a low voice, and fingered a set of scar that said 'MINE' on his back.
***
Dead silence
Insanity of the night
Grave footprints
Enjoy your ride
Ducking the shadows
Avoiding the stares
You are now at the dark pit
Where evil won't spare
Kill me if you will
Because it seems better
Then the eternity tormenting of pain
That follows me here and there
Begging if you like me to
Down here in the dirt
With broken wings of black and lust
I want you never on Earth
O=======ooOoo=======O
A/N: Oh! You've made it!! Congratulation, Earthlings (.............bb). So now you may click that, there, yes, that 'Review Button' and tell me what you think about the chapter! Here's a cookie for you~~~~ *w*bb
Big thanks to 'anyone' who read this and reviewed!! And also to those who are reading this.
Replies for Reviews:
Aftertaste of a Razorblade: Oh, thank you for telling me about that! I didn't even notice the word! Anyways, I hope you liked this chapter too, though it's really more about Jack and Roger than anything. It might be a little confusing, so if there's any questions just ask, 'kay? *beams* Oh, and I'm glad that you're at very least not a regular cutter. I'm constantly fighting with myself to quit cutting. It's been five or so months since my last cut and I'm still trying! *sighs~* Lastly, I can't believe someone actually read the poem! Thank you! That was so sweet of you to review. I didn't expect anyone to give a damn about lost works of other people - but personally, I did like the poem myself. First attempt. *dances around~*
Sarfox: I know~ I don't see so much Ralph and Simon pairing, while Jack and Roger is not as rare as the former pairing. So I decided to do one myself ^- ^! I hope you liked this chapter too! It's dedicated to Jack/Roger fans if there is any of them out there. Personally, I don't really like Jack, but on the other hand, he is an interesting character to work on when one talks about fear and authority; he is a mixture of the two aspects in a.........contrasting way. And I know I'm not making any sense now..........@)_@bb
The Nagisa Thesis: Yay to another Ralph/Simon pairing lover! I think the pairing is too rare and I intend to change that fact, even if I've only done one fic on them. This chapter is not about R/S, though, but I hope you liked it too. The conflict between Ralph and Jack was my presumption of what happens after they went back into society, if they ever meet each other again. Or, there could be another alternative (many, actually, I'm just rambling about the ones that came into mind) which would be Ralph and Jack pretending that they never met each other and look somewhere else if ever actually met. That would take a whole lot of explanation if to make sense, so I'm just going to stop now..............^o^bb
Licorice-Sama: *beams~* Someone who pointed out places to improve! And in a nice way!! (Trust me, it's not too common to find a *nice* criticizor~) Unfortunately, I think I need a betta reader at this point. English is *so* not my first language. Like, now if I were to go back and check some of my earlier works, I'd probably start to pull hair and go insane because of my blinding grammar amongst other stuff *sighs~* I have improved a bit, actually, from my past failures on vocab and basic grammar skills. But now I'm having this *worst* teacher I've ever met and I'm starting to hate English because of it~~~~o (But I still can't let go of writing fics!) Oh well...... Say, if you come back and read this fic, could you point out one or two mistakes as examples of what others may be? Tenses are one of my major weaknesses and I really need guidance on this part. It'll be greatly appreciated, thank you.
Redrose2310: You're back! *waves happily* The ending? Well, I simply can't tell you what'll happen, now could I *winks~*? I hope you liked this chapter all the same, and there won't be only three boys, but four - though I can probably tell you as a warning that Jack, Ralph and Simon won't be in threesome relationship ever again. Jack broke that relationship when he decided to start having his little war with Ralph and raped Simon. Too bad, his characteristics are just like that. He'll be, as the summary says, with Roger though; perhaps not exactly the happily-ever-after kind of relationship, but we'll whip something out, right? ^o^"
Rylyn: (By now she stares at the screen, twitching~) I didn't ask the few people before, but is this not everyone's exam time? I mean, assuming that you're not half way across the globe, people should be having exams like, at very least around this time, right? Um, scratch that, maybe I *am* the only one having exams right now. So you liked the chapter? Yay~ How about this one? Jack/Roger. Not the typical sweet type of relationship, is it? *Shrugs* Oh well, Roger *is* supposed to be the devil figure in the fic! Now, this part may be a little confusing. Roger, as the prime devil he always is, is being at the bottom during sex because he didn't care. He likes evil in any form, even if it being the sick feeling of being taken. Jack is the one actually being controlled, because it was Roger who *indirectly influenced and hypnotized* him into doing evil. ..........And I didn't lie *sticks out tong* I *did* want to see constructive criticisms~o
A/N: *produces a whip and cracks evil sniggers~* NOW GO AND REVIEW/REVIEW/REVIEW/REVIEW!!!! *Turns nice and angelical now* Would you review, please? =^ . ^=
Oh, and tell me what you think about the poem at the end! (Assuming that at least someone might understand it~?)
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Summary:
Shuddering at the cold flames
Reminding him of the old games
Clutching the raincoat
Slipping away
Running again and attempts to escape
Never succeeding and never again
I lose! I lose! I can't fight the signs
Fighting to live
As a painful pale blur, gently passes by
By [crimson nightmare]
Declaimer: Lord of the Flies belongs to W. Golding. Also, the lyrics at the end are my creation, belongs to me. No money is made from this, so no suing please.
MUST-READS:
I added about five years onto the boys' age for the sake of logical sex scenes.
Some changes will be made to the plot of the original book.
Quotes are taken from the original book; I will not list them in declaimer because there are quite a few of them.
New setting: After the boys came back into civilization, four or so years after that.
I am not associating the new setting with the actual history of Britain at the time. I'm simply using today's society as the new setting. (It's too much work to do the actual time - for those who know me; you know how lazy I can be.)
A/N: Yet we meet again, Earthlings! (No reason, just wanted to use that line *sweatdrops*) Yeah, anyways, here we are again, playing around with the lovely four guys that I happen to be studying for exams on, and so I decided to post this sometime after exam. Patience, patience..................
..........Fine! No patience!!! I posted this *during my exam time*!!! ................I am insane.
...........So review for me??? (What does that have to do with me being insane???)
This is a chapter dedicated to the pairing Jack/Roger. It's dark, and has nothing to do with Ralph/Simon, so those of you who are not really looking for a chapter on Jack/Roger, you may skip the flashbacks in the chapter. They are not exactly informative....................Um, yes ^-^bb so there you go!
Enjoy!!
And REVIEW!!!!
O=======ooOoo=======O
A Pale, Gentle Blur By Crimson Nightmare
Chapter 3: In the Dark
Jack walked away with shame and hurt on his face.
The red-haired man wondered for a moment what would happen if he had ran back and forced Ralph to listen to him, but killed that thought as he remembered the murderous look on Ralph's face when he had offered to explain.
Jack was a grown man now, an unsuccessfully grown man.
Not only was he a claustrophobic, but also he was scared of the wild, he could not bear to eat anything that tasted close to pork, and he wasn't able to stand anything close to red or white clay. He was afraid of heights, he did not thrive in any of the academic fields, and he could not work well physically, either, because of the many fears he held for the outside world. And 'rocks', he could not stand rocks. He ended up relying only on the financial supports that his not-rich-enough parents gave him.
His could not take singing, he could not speak with proper manner - he stutters, and he was terribly afraid of anything that reminded him of a boy named Roger - a figure of pure evil in his life that gives him cold shudders every time he thought about the boy. Where is Roger now? Is he lurking around that corner on the street? Is he watching from some where in the dark? Is he here?
Jack walked faster and faster on the street walk. His sweat soaked his red hair, and his blue eyes darted from place to place as he started running on the street, ignoring the strange stares from the passersby. He muttered to himself with a frightened tone that sounded like a child who got lost in the market. "Get away from me! Roger! Get away!"
He ran and ran as his whispers grew to a call, and later, a scream, until he tripped and fell on the sidewalk, and cold fear swept across him as a little boy in Indian costume with dark-tanned skin and a pure black gaze looked down on him. For a second there he wanted to scream out loud, and he wanted to tell the little boy to get away, but then he stopped dead as the boy asked him in a childish voice that most certainly wasn't Roger's low voice. "Are you okay, sir?" The little boy asked politely.
He coughed violently, and panted in relief, "Yes, I'm fine......You, you're not......I mean, I'm fine, thank you."
He discovered how pathetic he was, to think that Roger would appear beside him again with a painted face and leaves on his bare shoulders and chest. He sighed at the unsuccessful person he was and got up shakily. The little boy in Indian costume was gone by the time he had calmed down and turned around to find him. He felt incredibly stupid.
//flashback//
He crept in the shadows.
A lock of hair fell into his shadowed eyes, and he did not care to brush it away. The dark green light that glowed mysteriously printed its snake-like mark on his bare back, and he crept further until he got to the bottom of a tree trunk. He stopped before the root, sniffing it for a second and then picked up a sharp-edged rock on the ground and jammed at it until the juice came shooting out. He bent lower onto the ground, opening his mouth at the opening of the leaking root and sucked at the pale-green liquid fiercely.
"That could be poisonous you know?" An amused, taunting voice floated by, coming from a shadowing figure that was half hidden amongst the green and black shades of the leaves and woods.
"Jack." He muttered darkly.
"Me." Came the furtive reply.
A black wave of power came forcing his head down in worship. The leaves around them rustled as a cool breeze blew by, and his eyes were colder. He looked up at the figure standing before him; cold fear and strange excitement filled him every time he talked to Jack.
***
"What do you want?" He bent back down, sipping the tree juice once again.
"Some help." The boy standing in the shadows stayed where he was, devouring the view of this firm, tanned body creeping on the ground.
His instincts told him that this was nothing like usual, but a tempting voice in his head challenged him with luring reasonings.
"Help?" He continued to stay low on the ground. He never spoke much, for he was uncommunicative by nature.
"Yes." The face looking down twisted into a dark grin. "Help."
Jack squatted down near the other boy, eyes still scanning the raw flesh that lay before him. With a beckoning motion, he summoned his Right Hand to him with the dark authority implanted within his hunter's heart.
***
Roger came closer.
He watched as Roger crept closer. He waited like a skillful predator waiting for the right moment to attack.
Then he attacked. Growling like an animal, he tackled Roger with a brutal force. Knocking the boy onto the ground he gripped onto the boy's shoulders and gnawed at his chest with a force that made the boy bleed. The boy under him laughed out with a low, cold voice and with a twist and turn of strong legs Roger ended up trapping the other boy between his legs. He felt his hard-on pressed tightly against the body underneath him.
"Oh no you don't." Jack hissed and struck the other boy across the face hard, making the beaten boy feeling dizzy with pain. He turned their position around again, grinding savagely against Roger, who had a few seconds of black out from the bash across the head.
"Remember who's who, Roger." Jack said again with a hissing voice. "And who serves whom."
The boy beneath him only looked at him with raw lust and evil hunger in his eyes. Satisfied with this, Jack bent down from the sitting position to explore the boy's raw flesh. He started with licking and chewing the flesh of the boy underneath. He felt the boy's hard-on and chuckled with dark pleasure.
Next he struck the throat with animal-like desire; he bit down hard at the apple at the middle of the boy's throat and felt a wave of pleasant, warm blood rushing out of that skin, leaking down his thirsty mouth and muddied chest. Roger choked hard as the fresh blood came shooting out of the opening on his throat, his eyes rolled white for several times as the pain and the dizziness from loss of blood hit him again and again.
Jack thrust himself in. Roger screamed out, surrendering to the dark pleasure of being eaten.
***
Jack smudged some mud and blood onto Roger's right cheek and licked his lips as if he was just done with a fabulous feast. He flipped Roger onto his back and took out his knife.
"What are you doing?" Roger asked him, suddenly wide-eyed.
"Making you mine." He felt the boy underneath him flinch, understanding that more pain was coming. He smiled, feeling more and more powerful. He admired for a moment at the dark strikes and lashes across Roger's back - his handy work. He lifted his knife, pressing the icy surface onto the small back of the body beneath him.
The coldness gave Roger a shudder, but he held onto his position, knowing that it was fatal to protest right now that he had Jack sitting on his back, pressing a blade onto his bare back -- he knew that Jack had the guts and the power to kill. He felt the cold blade drawing lines on his skin, hard enough to hurt a bit but not cutting into the flesh. Then without warning the blade cut into his bare skin at the center of his back, and pain shot to the top of his head as he felt the pain lining up into a writing-like pattern.
After what seemed like hours of torment, he finally looked up at Jack, who had lifted himself off of his back.
"What did you write?" He asked.
"Mine." He said with a new authority.
"Yours." Roger replied with a new kind of obedience.
"Mine." Jack repeated himself with a dark, evil satisfaction, looking at his new possession.
"All yours." Roger said, dark-eyed and excited.
//flashback end//
Dark surrounded Jack as he was reminded of the evil things he had done in his childhood. However innocent he had became after he had came back, he could not wash away the black dot in his heart that do and still will haunt him for the rest of his life. He did not want to, but it happened anyways.
That was what Roger could do to him. The boy had made him evil.
Evil
Evil
Evil
***
Somewhere in the street corner, a pair of black eyes was eyeing him with a smirk.
"Scared, Chief?" He said in a low voice, and fingered a set of scar that said 'MINE' on his back.
***
Dead silence
Insanity of the night
Grave footprints
Enjoy your ride
Ducking the shadows
Avoiding the stares
You are now at the dark pit
Where evil won't spare
Kill me if you will
Because it seems better
Then the eternity tormenting of pain
That follows me here and there
Begging if you like me to
Down here in the dirt
With broken wings of black and lust
I want you never on Earth
O=======ooOoo=======O
A/N: Oh! You've made it!! Congratulation, Earthlings (.............bb). So now you may click that, there, yes, that 'Review Button' and tell me what you think about the chapter! Here's a cookie for you~~~~ *w*bb
Big thanks to 'anyone' who read this and reviewed!! And also to those who are reading this.
Replies for Reviews:
Aftertaste of a Razorblade: Oh, thank you for telling me about that! I didn't even notice the word! Anyways, I hope you liked this chapter too, though it's really more about Jack and Roger than anything. It might be a little confusing, so if there's any questions just ask, 'kay? *beams* Oh, and I'm glad that you're at very least not a regular cutter. I'm constantly fighting with myself to quit cutting. It's been five or so months since my last cut and I'm still trying! *sighs~* Lastly, I can't believe someone actually read the poem! Thank you! That was so sweet of you to review. I didn't expect anyone to give a damn about lost works of other people - but personally, I did like the poem myself. First attempt. *dances around~*
Sarfox: I know~ I don't see so much Ralph and Simon pairing, while Jack and Roger is not as rare as the former pairing. So I decided to do one myself ^- ^! I hope you liked this chapter too! It's dedicated to Jack/Roger fans if there is any of them out there. Personally, I don't really like Jack, but on the other hand, he is an interesting character to work on when one talks about fear and authority; he is a mixture of the two aspects in a.........contrasting way. And I know I'm not making any sense now..........@)_@bb
The Nagisa Thesis: Yay to another Ralph/Simon pairing lover! I think the pairing is too rare and I intend to change that fact, even if I've only done one fic on them. This chapter is not about R/S, though, but I hope you liked it too. The conflict between Ralph and Jack was my presumption of what happens after they went back into society, if they ever meet each other again. Or, there could be another alternative (many, actually, I'm just rambling about the ones that came into mind) which would be Ralph and Jack pretending that they never met each other and look somewhere else if ever actually met. That would take a whole lot of explanation if to make sense, so I'm just going to stop now..............^o^bb
Licorice-Sama: *beams~* Someone who pointed out places to improve! And in a nice way!! (Trust me, it's not too common to find a *nice* criticizor~) Unfortunately, I think I need a betta reader at this point. English is *so* not my first language. Like, now if I were to go back and check some of my earlier works, I'd probably start to pull hair and go insane because of my blinding grammar amongst other stuff *sighs~* I have improved a bit, actually, from my past failures on vocab and basic grammar skills. But now I'm having this *worst* teacher I've ever met and I'm starting to hate English because of it~~~~o (But I still can't let go of writing fics!) Oh well...... Say, if you come back and read this fic, could you point out one or two mistakes as examples of what others may be? Tenses are one of my major weaknesses and I really need guidance on this part. It'll be greatly appreciated, thank you.
Redrose2310: You're back! *waves happily* The ending? Well, I simply can't tell you what'll happen, now could I *winks~*? I hope you liked this chapter all the same, and there won't be only three boys, but four - though I can probably tell you as a warning that Jack, Ralph and Simon won't be in threesome relationship ever again. Jack broke that relationship when he decided to start having his little war with Ralph and raped Simon. Too bad, his characteristics are just like that. He'll be, as the summary says, with Roger though; perhaps not exactly the happily-ever-after kind of relationship, but we'll whip something out, right? ^o^"
Rylyn: (By now she stares at the screen, twitching~) I didn't ask the few people before, but is this not everyone's exam time? I mean, assuming that you're not half way across the globe, people should be having exams like, at very least around this time, right? Um, scratch that, maybe I *am* the only one having exams right now. So you liked the chapter? Yay~ How about this one? Jack/Roger. Not the typical sweet type of relationship, is it? *Shrugs* Oh well, Roger *is* supposed to be the devil figure in the fic! Now, this part may be a little confusing. Roger, as the prime devil he always is, is being at the bottom during sex because he didn't care. He likes evil in any form, even if it being the sick feeling of being taken. Jack is the one actually being controlled, because it was Roger who *indirectly influenced and hypnotized* him into doing evil. ..........And I didn't lie *sticks out tong* I *did* want to see constructive criticisms~o
A/N: *produces a whip and cracks evil sniggers~* NOW GO AND REVIEW/REVIEW/REVIEW/REVIEW!!!! *Turns nice and angelical now* Would you review, please? =^ . ^=
Oh, and tell me what you think about the poem at the end! (Assuming that at least someone might understand it~?)
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