"What did you want me for?" Jack said feeling rather worried on what was going on. "Do you love Ralph?" said Sam looking sternly into Jack's eyes. He paused for a moment not knowing how to answer.
"I don't know," He said, he was too confused. He knew that the body was obviously Ralph's and he didn't want to say no and hurt him, yet he didn't want to say yes and be hurt by the guys. All these consequences running through his mind. "We have a task for you, me and the boys chose it," said same, no chance of him being fair, unlike before. Jack made eye contact with

Ralph, he knew he wouldn't be able to kill Ralph. He knew some thing bad was going to happen. After taking a few deep breathes, he continued there conversation,
"what would the task be?" The sound of thunder and lighting struck, with sprinkles of rain pouring down the young boys chests. Their hair wet, to add to Jack and Ralphs sorrow.
"You will have to either kill Ralph, and continue with us, or admit you love Ralph, and you kill yourself and Ralph," every one remained silent. Heads hung low they waited for his decision.
" Can I just kill myself," he pleaded.
"No, we don't like Ralph, we will kill him any ways, all he did was ruin every thing for you and us," he said firmly as usual.
"I was wrong. He did nothing.." Ralph was crying, but didn't care if the boys saw him. These were tears of anger and grief.

"So either way I have to kill Ralph?" Jack was going though to much trauma for such a young boy. "Yes," Sam continued. "If I kill him, I will kill myself too, how can I live knowing I killed a boy?" said Jack crying from the confusion.
"Told you he loved him," one of the boys snapped.
" I don't know how I feel right now," Jack knew he loved him, but he couldn't say it, it was stuck at the tip of his tongue.Jack was swaying from foot to foot, he needed some thing to keep his mind of this pain.

"So what is your choice?" Sam said eagerly looking back and Eric. Jack took a quick glance at Ralph who was staring at him, his face red from furry. Then he looked at Sam and the boys. He ran. He ran out of sight, far beyond the wild trees. Fists wet and clenched, running through the mud. When he thought he was far enough he rested. There he lay in the dark, crying trying to get himself out of all this. He spent his night, cold, wet and in misery. Jack hated love now, in the boys mind, this is what was ruining his life. It was taking every thing from him, including his sanity. He then realized he didn't have

his knife.

---Meanwhile---
Sam was angry. Actually he was beyond angry. He wanted Jack and Ralph dead, well mainly Ralph. But of course, he didn't want a gay boy on the island. I guess he was so used to having no girls there,he forgot all about the fact that guys can like guys. He wanted to kill. All the anger built up inside of him, was ready to escape on a poor soul.. Ralph.
"Ok boys, if Jack wont do it, we will," he said with a smile. He took the knife that Jack had dropped during his escape. He spent a few minutes looking at the knife, putting his finger across it, making sure it was sharp enough. The littl'uns were asleep, the bigguns were still awake. Silence crept over the young boys, all was fixed on Sam. His name was Sam, just like the young boy who had gotten killed. But this same, was one of the bigguns, that never really had a part on the island. He was just considered one of the 'other ones' who didn't have any say in the whole adventure. He was angry. He never said any thing, he just followed, he was never one of the guys all of them new and wanted to be with. He was an outcast, and was angry

that Jack and Ralph got all the fame, now was his revenge. He slowly approached Ralph.
"I hate you Ralph, I always have, I hate you with a passion," sam said quickly, with stern eyes. Ralph gulped. He was frightened. He didn't want to die. He loved Jack, he loved him for so long..
"P-please let me go!I'll stay out of your sight!" He stuttered and pleaded with his puppy dog watery eyes.
"Your existence bugs me, knowing you are out there would bug me just as much.." he said now sitting next to him.
"I've never done any thing to you, if I did I'm sorry, just please, let me go!" He screamed as the shiny knife approached him.
"YOU IGNORED ME FOR THE WHOLE YEAR I HAVE BEEN WITH YOU AND HAVE SAID NOTHING. NO ONE RECOGNIZED MY EXISTENCE, IT WAS ALWAYS YOU AND JACK WHO GOT THE FAME. THE LEADERS. I'M JUST AS OLD!WHY DON'T I GET ANY OF IT?"He wailed, and the boys looked drawn back. At those last words he dug Jack's pocket knife into Ralph in one thrust of his dirty hand, such a violent swing. Slowly, deathly blud poured out of Ralph. All was silent, all you could hear were Ralph's last words
"I didn't do any thing.. I'm sorry for how you feel.." he then turned white, and the tears stopped flowing from his eyes. He was now emotionless. The boys were sad, but they didn't let it show, for they didn't want to join Ralph in heaven. But the guilt had caught up to them to a certain degree. They left to the cave and there they would lay for the rest that was left of the night.