You've got the choice.

Disclaimer : All characters except Simon's brother belong to William Golding, whom I deeply admire. No offence intended.

Warnings: Everyone who was able to read the book without being scarred for life will be able to read this, too. That means: Violence, language, philosophical thoughts and angst. Probably slash ahead, as well. PG-13 - R

Summary: It's 1968, twenty years after the events of 'Lord of the Flies'. The survivors reunite and travel to the island once more, to have a little ceremony for the dead ones. But then, unforeseen things happen... have they learned or will the past repeat itself?

Note: I started writing this almost a year after having read LotF for the first time, and a day after having seen the 90's movie, which is crap in my opinion (mostly, the actors were okay, especially Simon and Jack). But the movie triggered the fascination I held for LotF once more, so I had to write something. Sadly, I could not just write a little snippet (oh no), but once more a multi-chaptered story. Lately my inspiration is a little undependable, though, so I cannot promise to finish this. Let's hope!

Bagheera (who would also like to excuse for any terrible grammatical errors, for she is not a native speaker!)

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1 Erase Rewind

Even when the sea had long become a silent surface of glittering azure again, he still stood there, his blue eyes wide and burning. The incandescent sky was clear and peaceful as it ever would be. It bore no sign of what had happened only minutes ago, no sign of the destruction that had torn its blueness apart.

With an eerie slowness he turned around, to the group of men standing behind him, their faces bearing similar expressions of horror and consternation. But his gaze saw none of them, it was fixed on the person who was standing behind them, his hands in the pockets of his jeans, his face grim but satisfied. Ralph clenched his fists, shaking with his whole body, his whole being, and suddenly he surged forward, hauling himself onto the man. Both fell down to the white sand of the beach with a soft thud, and they started struggling and boxing, throwing the sand around. Ralph tackled and hit him, screaming all the time. The other men stood gaping and unmoving around them.

"You! You're insane!" Ralph yelled, straddling the man beneath him, hitting the bloodied face once more.

"You destroyed the plane! Admit it! It was you! You're totally insane!" Everyone was listening now. The man Ralph had attacked looked at him calmly.

"Yes. I destroyed the plane." Gasps were heard all around them. Ralph's eyes narrowed and he seized the man's neck, trying to choke him. The man grabbed his hands in an attempt to get free, but soon his face became red and his steely eyes widened.

"It... was my... only chance!" Jack hissed. Then a pair of strong arms tore Ralph away from him.

"You'll kill him!"

"That bastard! He crashed the plane! He wants us stuck here again! He..." Ralph struggled in the arms of Sam while Jack slowly got up. The others took a step back when he did so, still staring at him like frightened children. Once more Ralph tried to get at him.

"You're insane!"

"I made a lot of mistakes, 20 years ago! Now is the time to rectify them!"

"You'll only repeat them."

"No. I have learned."

Jack wiped the blood away that dribbled from his nose. It smeared across his cheek, stripes of bright red. The crashing and sizzling of the waves were the only sounds, as all eyes were fixed on him. His steel-blue eyes held their gazes, hard and defiant at once. Then he turned around, taking off his jacket while he did so, walked a few steps away, up to the palm tree and flopped down in their shadows. Sam let go of Ralph and the blonde man staggered a few feet away, like a drunk. His eyes were closed, his face a mask of pain.