What's up every one! I'm doing great, there's sunshine in my life… cough … yeah back to reality, now I'm so happy I'm at chapter four, 'I like chapter four' it as a nice ring to it, doesn't it? So this is the big party… stop there… you guys have to read it… did you notice I'm just going on and on?

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Chapter four

Feast and One D-girl rescue

Ralph walked along the beach, the image of roger kissing Gael still very fresh in his mind. The worst part was that he would take away their faces and replace them by his and Keavy's.

"Ralph!" Cecil screamed behind him, trying to catch up with the blond boy.

Ralph unsurely stopped, not wanting to be seen with Piggy. He spun around to look at the chubby bloke, Piggy was trying to grab hold of is breath. Ralph sighed irritably, his fingers twitching as he was still thinking about that boy's sister.

"What is it Pi- Cecil?"

"Heard you talked to Keavy and she accepted to invite us boys to the feast. How did you do it?"

"I just asked…?" Ralph answered raising an eyebrow.

Cecil looked taken back. "You just went up to her and ask? Strange…" Piggy grabbed his glasses and started cleaning them.

"Why is it strange?" Ralph demanded, stomping his foot on the sand bellow. The water seamed to become more agitated and the wind started blowing a little fiercer.

"I asked her yesterday when they were planning the feast and she said no strait up."

Later that evening the boys made their way to the party. The sun started setting giving the sky a soft hue of pink, it was still sunny enough though to let the light past through the branches of the trees and leave small details of shades on the grass bellow.

The wind pasted in their hair, and the taste of salty air played in their mouths. They weren't far from the feast, but the small wave of heat made it look as if it was an eternity. The humidity was choking them, but the smell of meat and cooked food filled their nostrils.

The table was filled with food, different sauces, fruits, seafood and other unnameable things which were mouth watering.

Some girls were playing on some strange tambourines, and hoister castanets. Next to the musicians were sitting a small group of girls. All three Jack, Roger and Ralph, inhaled, but Roger went to see them first.

Gael gazed as Roger came walking towards them. Hope in her eyes she got up and smiled. "Hello Roger…"

"Shut up where's the food!" He stammered coldly.

The fourteen year old girl, glared at the boy before her. Her mouth was opened slightly, her delicate hands rolled into fits. A small humiliated blush crept on her tanned cheeks and hopefully the people would think that it was just bad sunburns.

"Food… yes of course food. Over here, follow me."

As she led him to the buffet table, Jack called after them. "Yupe that the way to treat us man!"

Roger turned around and sent Jack the thumbs up. Keavy gasped and Ralph found it hard to believe that Roger could be that much of a double faced cowered afraid of what twelve year olds would say. Know no one knew when it happened or how it happened, but Roger was standing there screaming his head of in pain, as hot boiling soup was spilled onto his lap. Then they could see Gael whispering something in his hear and she ran of in the forest.

It was hard for those who were being bullied from Roger to keep their laughter silent. Even those who roger thought were his friends were laughing their heads of. Ralph had to admit it was a little funny. He saw Keavy run off the edge of the beach. Maybe it was best if he followed her, but he was much too amused at what happened to Roger to want to leave now.

Gael was resting her head on the large log of an unknown fruit tree, her eyes poring water, snobs escaping her mouth. She hid her face behind her knees and her hands were grasping the cold soil, digging into it.

Her bright blue eyes had become a sad shade of grey, her strawberry blond hair was tangled and sure enough she was wishing for a nice warm shower and a bloody steak knife to cut Roger head off, or maybe ice cream would do to make her happy.

Something moved in the bushes, and Gaels head shoot up and she quickly got up and started being a bit afraid.

Two silhouettes popped out of the shadows, but they were not like the ones she knew or cared for. No it was grownup bodies.

They seamed to see her also, as they came over to get a good look at her.

"Mais qu'avons-nous ici?" The first one said. He must have been at least twenty-three years old.

"Beg pardon?" Gael uttered not understanding a word of what he had said.

"Z'ou are British?" He asked his accent betraying him, but the young girls nodded.

"What are you doing here?" the second man had the American cowboy accent, probably from the mid-west.

"Ou-m- my plane crashed." She sutured placing her hair behind back revelling the scars that she had gotten from the plane crash on her neck.

"Oh… do you need to go back home?" The American asked.

"Home… I almost forgot I had a home to go back to." She answered truthfully.

"I would like that, how much space to you have in your…" She didn't even know were she was going to and on what.

"Plane, we're in the aerial force, but we have one free place for you, a bit small but you could fit in it."

Gael nodded and followed them, once she would get in the plane, she would send a radio signal for a ship to come and save the others. Though right know she was more worried about herself to care about the others.

She went with the other to man and followed them...

Screams filled the island, making the kids enjoying them selves on the beach jump in surprise.

"What was that?" Simon asked trying to close his hears.

Roger jumped up and started running towards castle rock, every one behind him.

Once they got to the place were the hideous screams, something flew above their head, the wind made their hair get up and they turned around to see a small plane fly off in the sky and explode in a symphony of colors. Then they looked at the ground to see Gael bleeding to death on the floor.

Her shirt was ripped reveling her growing mutilated breast. Her face was scared and she had a deep womb that started from her shoulder and stopped near her clavicle. She was barely breathing.

Roger walked next to her and caressed her cheek. "Gael… this is my entire fault I'm sorry."

"Roger…" she managed to croak. "Kiss me, one last time, before I die…"

"You're not going to die Gael!" He cried.

"Just kiss me Roger." She said toughly.

He nodded and placed his lips gently on hers. The weather seamed to cry for them as it started raining and thunder roared. Their tears mixed with the rain as Gaels soul started leaving her body, but before she let out her last breath she managed to look at roger one last time. A small smile played on her lips. "I'm sorry for throwing soup on you."

Once again Roger kissed her and this time he felt her die in his arms. "Goodbye Gael, my love."

The rain continued pouring around them. Roger took Gaels lifeless body in his arms bridal stile and carried her to the shelters, he placed her on the shore and by morning her body wouldn't be there anymore as it carried her off to the ends of the ocean.

So that's chapter four… Kind of sad to be honest… anyway what do you want had to put a bit of drama. So please review! I live for reviews and a bit of constructive criticism…Don't be shy the only thing I don't want to see is mean flames, if you don't like the story please don't read it.

But I'm very happy I didn't get any yet.

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