The rain started to come pouring down on Jack as he lay under a bunch of leaves next to the log. The moons gleaming reflection in his eyes, and the tears falling down, that he just could resist, he couldn't hold. "Enough of this," he scoulded, muttering to himself. He turned towards the cave. The new house for him and the littl'uns and bigg'uns. The cave was dark, and all you could see was eyes glaring at Jack. He payed no attention to it, and just remained standing, hoping that they didn't know what had happened earlier. "Jack kissed Ralphy boy," said a farmiliar voice from the far end cornor. "No I never," said Ralph quickly. If there was one thing Ralph was good at, it as lying. But the boys seemed to find funny the fact that Ralph and Jack 'apperantly' did that, and seemed to stick to it. "You love him don't you Jack?" Said another voice, that seemed young. "I don't love him, I was about to kill him, but I got distracted! He ran away then," he said aggrivated, with his muddy fists clenched. "Sure.. Jack.. Whatever you say.. " A few of them said grimly. Jack decided to ignore it and just lie down. After a few wispering of rumors on what happened, they all eventually fell asleep. In the morning Jack had a stiff kneck from the lack of a good sleep, and wasn't in a very pleasant mood. When he woke up, there was no one left in the cave. This didn't upset Jack at all. He stretched out his long lanky arms, and went to have a swim. As he went down the rocks, he saw a message written with chalk on one of the rocks. "Meet us on the hill at 8:00 pm, and bring your knife," Jack didn't realize what unfortunate futur he would shortly behold. He just shrugged his shoulders and went for his swim. The water was cold in the morning, but it was good enough to wake him up. He put his grubby boxers back on. That's all he had left to wear, since the other clothes were either missing or were too warm for the weather. He went to find himself some food for breakfast, perhaps some berries or fruit.
Meanwhile Ralph was out deep in the forest. He had spent a restless night also, from thinking about the kiss, and all the mix feelings for Jack. He finally realized that he loved Jack back, and was convinced they would manage to perhaps see eachother on certain occasions, and share there love. He was sitting on a rock, eating a banana. He felt like crying, but some thing restrained him from his tears. Things were slowly becoming clearer for him.He couldn't stop thinking about how much pain Jack was probably going through. It upset him. He heard a noise once again, and it frightened him. But he thought in his mind it may be Jack and that calmed him. He closed his eyes, to regain concentration on the noises that still seemed far off. When he felt a tight rope across his kneck, he jumped of shock. He was cought, with rope tied around him, he had no weapon, no way of escape. Lunch passed by, and supper came quickly. Ralph was lying on the ground tied. Listening to the boys. " I think Jack will kill 'em," said one voice, it sounded like sam. "I think he loves him too much," said a snarling voice, perhaps Eric's. Ralph was scared and confused.
Meawhile Jack prepared fish for supper, and ate with less appetit then usual. He sharpened his knife on the rocks, and got ready to start his journy towards the mountain. After about a half an hour, he reached the moutain. There infront of him was a fire, and some one tied up, he couldn't quite make out who it was. He approached, paying close attention to the details to what he may have to do. The clouds came over, and once again it rained. But this time, not normal rain, but rain of sorrow.
Meanwhile Ralph was out deep in the forest. He had spent a restless night also, from thinking about the kiss, and all the mix feelings for Jack. He finally realized that he loved Jack back, and was convinced they would manage to perhaps see eachother on certain occasions, and share there love. He was sitting on a rock, eating a banana. He felt like crying, but some thing restrained him from his tears. Things were slowly becoming clearer for him.He couldn't stop thinking about how much pain Jack was probably going through. It upset him. He heard a noise once again, and it frightened him. But he thought in his mind it may be Jack and that calmed him. He closed his eyes, to regain concentration on the noises that still seemed far off. When he felt a tight rope across his kneck, he jumped of shock. He was cought, with rope tied around him, he had no weapon, no way of escape. Lunch passed by, and supper came quickly. Ralph was lying on the ground tied. Listening to the boys. " I think Jack will kill 'em," said one voice, it sounded like sam. "I think he loves him too much," said a snarling voice, perhaps Eric's. Ralph was scared and confused.
Meawhile Jack prepared fish for supper, and ate with less appetit then usual. He sharpened his knife on the rocks, and got ready to start his journy towards the mountain. After about a half an hour, he reached the moutain. There infront of him was a fire, and some one tied up, he couldn't quite make out who it was. He approached, paying close attention to the details to what he may have to do. The clouds came over, and once again it rained. But this time, not normal rain, but rain of sorrow.