I repeat, this is again off the 1990 movie, though I have now also seen the 1963 version and cooed over how cute it was, surprise surprise. Sorry for not updating in awhile, parents decided they didn't feel like paying for net access.

Wrong: Chapter 3

"Boys, boys, calm down," Jack walked through the circle of boys assembled on the beach. They immediately parted, making way for their leader. "Roger has informed me a new creature has been discovered. Who discovered this creature?"

"I did, sir," one of the older littluns, Johnny, approached cautiously, "I and a few others, that is."

"Tell me about it, hunter, what did it look like? It wasn't, it wasn't the beast returned, was it?"

"No sir, I don't believe so. I mean, it didn't look like Ra-him."

"Was it very big?"

"Yes sir, enormous."

"And did it attack any of you?"

"We ran, sir, when we saw it move."

"Alright. All who are brave enough, follow us and we will hunt and kill this creature. We need at least one of you who were in the group to come with us, to show us the cave. Who wishes to leave?"

None of the boys raised a hand.

"Good, you are all brave, strong boys. I am proud to be your chief. Start leading boys. We will kill this creature and serve it at my and Roger's bonding."

The boys cheered loudly and crudely, racing into the jungle in a thin line of boys. Though skilled with bodies finely tuned, they tripped over each other, gangly as puppies, sometimes falling, sometimes catching themselves on others. Jack and Roger watched silently.

"You're awfully serene."

"Yes, I suppose I am," Roger grinned. He reached a hang out, rubbing a palm against Jack's chest. He cocked his eyebrow.

"Face paint, from where I was lying against you. Come now love," he grabbed his quickly by the shoulders, pulled him forth, and kissed him fully on the mouth. Jack barely felt his tongue on his own before the solid warmth was gone and Roger was running into the jungle after the quieting troop of boys.



The boys must have been extremely bored or just really curious to have found the cave. It wasn't an obvious one, set on the side of a hill or such. It was found along the coast, beneath another large platform that jutted out from the island. It was dark and wet inside, and small, so that if any of the boys had been overweight they couldn't have squeezed in. Roger held the spears in his hand and then passed them into Jack once he was inside.

"Is it very big in there?"

"Not so very, but it is wide and tall enough, come in here."

"So, where is this creature," Jack smoothed back his messy blond locks and turned towards the group of boys. He didn't show any sign of Roger's appearance in the cave when he felt the heavy hand on his shoulder.

"We saw it in there," Tony, hidden in the darkness, pointed through a tunnel leading towards another opening.

"It seems if you were to travel so far, you were asking for trouble."

"We just wanted to see what was in here!"

"Yes, yes," he pushed them aside and held his spear out, handing the other to Roger. "Wait, I hear something."

"Be careful," Roger spoke so quietly that Jack only heard the words.

"The rest of you, stay back till I tell you."

Jack began to creep along the stone wall, cautiously. He wasn't exactly sure what it was that he heard, but something was definitely echoing from inside the cave. It sounded aquatic, like splashing except quieter. He heard Roger's heavy breathing less than a foot away from him. Sweat was beginning to build on his own brow, and he could imagine it resting on Roger's, salty and erotic, appearing as it had last night in the hut.

"Let me go first," Roger's lips were grazing his ear.

"No, stay behind me."

"I'm bigger than you."

"I'm the chief, I've survived beasts before."

"Careful," the voice sounded farther away now, but still easily close enough that he could reach back a hand and touch Roger's flesh. Oddly enough, this was a comforting feeling.

The tunnel closed in as they crept further, then began to spread again as they reached the new opening. It was darker there, much darker. They heard something almost like sandpaper, as if something heavy was dragging along the stone ground.

"Can you see anything?" Jack whispered.

"No, it's too dark. Do you hear it?"

"Yes." His voice caught and he had to swallow, not bothering to quite finish the simple word. He almost jumped at the sudden feeling of something clammy on the back of his neck, but recognized the fingers. Roger was telling him he was there.

He stepped forward once, a second time. Something felt rough on his feet, sharp and pointy objects. Then he stepped on something thicker. It was slick and just slightly damp. It moved beneath his feet, and he heard something snapping like an object with a spring set within. Whatever he had stepped on slapped against him, almost tripping him. The snapping repeated several times and he felt the onslaught of a large creature pushing against him. He gasped automatically, swallowing a mouthful of air, and swung with his spear, stabbing forward and touching nothing. He directed it towards the floor.

He felt Roger brush against his arm as he sprung forward also and started attacking whatever lay before them. Something whipped against his legs as it undoubtedly directed its attention to his lover. It made little noise, just that snapping and an occasionally grunting sound. Jack saw the barest outline of something large grasp Roger's legs and pull him to the ground. He jumped into action, attacking with all his might and force. He felt the stick penetrate the thick skin and twisted it, forcing it upwards into more of the flesh. The creature quickly turned again and snapped its, at least he presumed, jaws at him. He felt the breath on his legs and the teeth barely grazing him. Then Roger was on the creature, actually laying upon its back, beating it with bare fists. Jack heard him crying softly and also reached out blindly with his hands. He kicked once he was sure Roger wasn't in that area, but between the various wounds and Roger's beating, it was slowing down. He saw just the barest bit of light glittering and knew he had pulled out a knife. He heard the flesh tear.

"Roger, Roger, are you okay?"

"I, I'm fine Jack. I think it's dead."

"Where are you, come here."

"I'm right here, on the creature. I don't want to get up just yet, just in case."

"Boys," he called back, "Boys, you didn't run I hope! Somebody go to the fire and bring back a torch, so we can inspect this creature."

"Somebody just went," one of them yelled back, "He'll be right back. Are you hurt, sir?"

"No boys, we're fine, we're both fine."

So seven minutes later they were found lying on the floor of the cave. Roger was straddling the creature, arms hugging the throat fiercely though it was quite obviously dead. Jack, on the other hand, was straddling Roger, arms lying over the other boy's, hands covering hands. In case the creature really wasn't dead. He didn't want Roger to take it on by himself.

"What is it," they carried three torches. Maurice approached now, lifting it near the head to peer at the animal.

"It's an alligator, or a crocodile, I think," Jack told them. Roger stroked the head lightly then brought his hand to his face, inhaling the scent of fresh blood.

"It's big, how did it get here sir?"

"Probably swam here, looking for a mate or something. Roger, come on, let us get up, I'm quite sure it's dead."

"It is, I don't feel any tension in the muscles."

"Sir, can we leave now," one of the boys sidled up next to Jack, shifting uncomfortably.

"Once we figure out how to get it back to camp."

"We're bringing it with us?" Another boy questioned.

"I said I was serving it at my and Roger's bonding, and I meant it. We might have to cut it into parts. It must be at least eight feet long."

"No, I want to bring it back how it is," Roger cut in, "Show the others."

"Yes, a trophy it is. Alright, you four," he singled out the biggest ones, including Maurice and Robert, "Help Roger and I pull it into the cave opening. Getting it through the water should be easy, it's on land we'll have trouble carrying it."

The twins were taking charge in the absence of their leaders, ordering around those who were younger than them just because they could. Besides, they had been put in charge of getting the ceremony in order and there was much to do. They weren't getting any help from Jack, and certainly none from his mate.

"You two, finish mixing that paint," one of them yelled at two boys who sat on a log, creating a paste of red and blue berries.

"We are, we are," Percival grumbled.

"Sam," the other twin cut in, "They're returning. What is that they're carrying?"

"It looks heavy, look at the littluns stagger."

"Should we help them?"

"We're busy."

"Jack," Eric climbed to his feet and ran off to greet his chief. Sam sighed in frustration but followed his brother obediently.

Jack and Roger were both streaked with fresh blood, face paint smeared by sweat and water. They walked behind the line of boys, spears in hands, not participating in carrying the heavy animal.

"Is that an alligator?"

"It's a crocodile, look at its nose!"

"You don't even know the difference," they slapped at each other.

"I'm going into the forest," Roger whispered against Jack's temple before disappearing from the crowd. "Tell the twins we'll speak to them tonight."

"Alright, be careful." He smiled at the twins and let out a loud shriek, shocking the boys so they almost dropped their quarry.

"You should have seen it, I almost died! Did you see Roger before he left, his legs are practically shredded!"

"Are you hurt?"

"Not at all. Boys, drop it there. Samneric, I have a job for you."

"What is it?"

"I decided what I want to give to him as a gift. You guys, I want you two to keep this secret, alright?"

"Yes."

"Of course."

"I want you to pull out all the teeth, I don't care how you do it, and make him a necklace worthy of his strength."

"A warrior necklace?"

"Of course. And make sure it's as perfect as can be. I'll present it to him during the ceremony. You guys will do this, right?"

"It'll be the most beautiful warrior necklace you ever saw Jack!"

"Yeah, only problem being it'll probably scratch the shit outta you in bed."

"Sam!"

"Sorry!"

TBC