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Author's Note: Okay, I had SUPER writer's block for this one so the ideas might seemed jumbled and stupid and I'm very sorry. I know how I want the story to end, but I don't know how to get there. So I've got all this filler crap that doesn't make any sense. I'm sorry. I'm tired, I'm sad, and I'm sorry.

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Jack had a way with speaking. He knew when to look at who, and when to throw his arms up and when to raise his voice. Ralph almost joined in with the rest of the hunter's cheers. Also, Jack never seemed to be nervous. Ralph just stood at Jack's side, and he felt some eyes wander to his body and he wanted to run away. Jack would pause, momentarily, and tighten his grip on Ralph's shoulder, to comfort the boy.

Jack ordered Henry to watch Eric, and then they were off.

Ralph was as good as a hunter as Jack had been when he was still new. "Promising talent." Was what Jack had said. Ralph was next to silent and because of Jack's "simply amazing" paint job, he could jump out at anything. Or at least that's what Jack whispered in his ear the two of them tagged along, letting the hunters do most of the work.

After ten minutes, with no pig, Jack was getting into it more, and dragged Ralph to the front of the pack. He sent boys wide around a spot were they knew pigs were, to circle them all in. Jack whistled and someone whistled in reply. Ralph stayed behind Jack, out of the real circle, afraid someone would push him in and they'd start stabbing him. However, it didn't come. Ralph was safe, just so long as Jack was around.

Another person gave a bird call whistle and Jack nodded and grabbed Ralph's hand, pulling him close. "You want a go at it?" Jack's eyes were swimming with desire. Ralph knew he was only asking to be polite. He wanted to kill it.

"No. You kill it." Ralph whispered back, secretly glad that Jack had such a form of sadism. Jack nodded enthusiastically and gave a different type of whistle and suddenly Maurice ran out, yelling. He scared the pig, a nice sized one, male, and the boys threw their spears at it.

Like Jack had said, the spears slowed him down, but once the boys stopped throwing, Jack jumped on him, knife in hand, and found its throat.

He dragged it out, like one might eat their favorite food. He let it fight for a while, slowly digging it deeper into a not-so-fatal spot on his neck. The blood began to flow and Jack couldn't help himself. He sliced a long, deep gash across his throat and the blood poured. The pig stopped moving underneath Jack, and he panted for breath and looked at Ralph. His eyes swarmed, settling down and becoming human again.

Ralph looked slightly sick, not liking the smell of pig blood very much, so Jack looked away and over the other hunters. They were excited, but looked like they were expecting something, all of them had hopeful looks on their faces, and even the known couples seemed to be looking at Jack like he was the first girl they'd seen in months.

Jack stood, and looked around again, all of the hunters grinned. "What are you all looking at?" He asked, frowning. He flicked the blood at Maurice and Robert and they giggled. "Huh?"

Jack got to his knees and started to wipe the blood off in the grass. The next time he looked up, the hunter's expressions changed. They all looked like they'd lost a contest. Jack looked confused.

Ralph understood, and he could tell Jack didn't understand. "What now?"

The boys looked at Ralph and Jack grinned. "Now we gut it. You want to do that?" The hunters laughed as Jack grinned to Ralph. Jack stood up and walked over, grabbing the other boys wrist and pulling him into the circle. "Here. I'll show you how."

Jack sat and with his hand on Ralph's wrist pulled him so he was kneeling in front of him. "Jack... I don't want to..." He whispered; fear was held in his voice.

Jack looked around at the hunters; they looked strangely at him, like they were challenging his authority. Jack grasped the knife and started sawing down the middle, ruthlessly. Ralph was allowed to move away, but he didn't go too far, in case Roger was out there. Jack looked around and the savagery made the hunters seem happy, again. Jack gutted the pig, then stepped back, grinning. He flicked the blood at more of the boys, and they cheered and giggled.

"Okay, tie it to a stick now." He said to not one boy unparticular, but many of the boys ran to get the log, and the vine they needed to tie it. Jack walked over to Ralph.

"I'm sorry." He whispered, wrapping his arms around Ralph's waist, pulling him close and setting his chin on Ralph's shoulder.

"It's alright…" Ralph whispered back, putting his arms around Jack's back, rubbing it slightly. Jack gave a playful moan, to tease Ralph, with a grin.

"Why do you think they like that so much?" Ralph said, quietly, looking over Jack's shoulder at the hunters fight with the dead pig.

"Like what?" Jack said as he started to kiss Ralph's shoulder.

"Like you to flick blood at them."

Jack was quiet, except for the sound of small kisses he placed up Ralph's neck. "I never noticed they liked that, before." He didn't seem to care much, either way. "Blood's like holy water here." Jack kissed Ralph lightly, obviously more interested in Ralph, than whatever they were talking about.

They couldn't stay like that long. The hunters returned and Jack had Ralph walk in front of him, both boys carrying in front of the pig, with two more carrying the pig from behind. The boys had started up with the, "Kill the pig, cut his throat, spill his blood," chant that they seemed to love so much.

Jack didn't participate, but he grinned. The chant seemed to settle the beast inside him. Ralph was frightened. He hated hearing that from behind him, but Jack's hand on his back told him that it was okay, to keep moving.

Henry peeked his head out, looking frightened, however, when he saw the pig, his spirits looked brighter. Maurice and Robert let the pig fall from their shoulders at the same time; Jack and Ralph didn't drop the pig with the two behind him. Ralph was surprised by the jolt and moved a bit and fell, landing on his back, and Jack went tumbling down after Ralph accidentally kicked his feet from under him.

Jack put his hands down, as he fell, landing on top of Ralph, with his hands on either side of his head, so he didn't really get hurt, and didn't hurt Ralph either. Jack grinned, but sat up and removed himself from on top of the boy.

"I'm sorry, Chief." Maurice said.

Jack looked over at Maurice. "You should be." But it was only half heartedly and Maurice grinned. "Go start the fire."

"Yes, Chief." Maurice said and Robert went over to help him.

Ralph sat up and watched the two boys grab Piggy's classes and start a fire. That had been the first time… since he himself started the fire for Jack's fourteenth year party that he'd thought of Piggy. He swallowed roughly with guilt. Jack was leaning back on his hands, still sitting on the ground, watching them too.

The other boys took up the pig and moved it closer to the fire, their spirits raised, they laughed and joked and simply hung out with each other while they waited for the fire to start.

"Chief." Maurice said, looking uncomfortable. "Chief… I can't get it."

Jack sighed and closed his eyes. "You're going to make me get up, Maurice?"

"I'll do it." Ralph offered quickly, before he had a chance to stop himself. He stood up, not waiting for Jack's answer and took the glasses from Maurice, pushing him aside.

Maurice moved with Ralph's push and looked at Robert who shrugged. Ralph looked behind him, trying to decide how to line it up, to get the best angle. Once he placed it in the correct spot, they had fire in a few seconds. The hunters cheered and started dancing. Ralph stood up and walked back to Jack.

"You're turning savage." Jack said as he laid down on his stomach, watching the fire.

Ralph shook his head, as he sat down, next to the older boy, watching the fire with him. "I don't know what you mean." But Ralph could feel something different inside him.

Some of the younger hunters lifted up the pig onto the cooking thing they'd made a while ago, and let the pig cook, even if the fire wasn't really ready yet. Ralph waited, expecting Jack to yell at them, but all he did was yawn and lay his head down on his arms, lazily, like a lion.

To keep himself from watching Jack, Ralph looked over to the hut, which was on the other side of the hunters and the fire. Nobody was watching the hut. Eric could just get out and go back to Roger, and nobody would know where he was hiding. He looked at the hunters. Henry was dancing with them, but Sam was gone.

Must be Sam wanted to watch his brother again.

Jack sighed and Ralph looked at him again. "I don't know what to do about Roger." Jack admitted, keeping his eyes low and purposely avoiding Ralph's. "I don't want him to hurt you again…"

"He could hurt anyone." Ralph said, quietly. "Next time it'll be someone else."

"He doesn't want anyone else. He wants to make me angry. He wants to know what's so great about you. He wants to cut that greatness from you." Jack sighed. "I hope it's anyone else next time. Anyone but you."

Ralph smiled and felt mix feelings run through his body. Whereas he felt special, and really loved for Jack to hope the others will be in pain, so Ralph could escape it, he also felt a very strong jolt of fear.

Roger would come again.

Ralph tried to hide his fear, but putting his hand on Jack's back and rubbing it. Jack's back arched into Ralph's hand and he closed his eyes. Ralph ran his hands over Jack's tanned back for a few seconds, before Jack rolled over, so Ralph was petting his stomach.

Ralph's fingers traced Jack's abdominal muscles, the muscles were well defined and tan. Jack moved his hands under his head, eyes closed, loving the feeling of Ralph's fingers on him. Suddenly Ralph stopped and when Jack opened his eyes, Ralph was on top of him, his hands moved to Jack's shoulders, pinning him down. He lowered himself on top of the red head, pinning like Roger had the first time.

Jack grinned and put his hand on Ralph's neck, pulling him in. Ralph kissed him hungrily, pushing their lips close. Jack's tongue made the first move, as he flipped Ralph over. Ralph winced and moaned, the wounds on his back stinging in the dirt. Jack backed away, afraid he hurt him, but Ralph pulled him in, again, kissing violently.

Suddenly they heard. "Chief…" Jack sat up, straddling Ralph's stomach. Maurice was there, smiling. He obviously didn't want to stop them, (and from the look of everyone else, they were enjoying the entertainment too) "I think the pig's done."

Jack nodded and stood up, and held his hand down for Ralph, as he wondered for how long they had been kissing. It only seemed like a minute or so... Ralph took his hand, and Jack pulled him up. He looked at the pig, and his hunger got the better of him. "Yes. It's done. Serve the meat!"

Maurice and Robert, chunks of meat in both hands, brought the meat to their Chief and his lover. Maurice thought, for a second while giving both chunks to Ralph, how different it was to be around him. Early, when he had been, 'the pet', everything was different. Now, Jack allowed him freedom, but he was still on a tight leash.

Maurice wondered if Ralph was really all that happy, being on a leash.

But Ralph didn't think of it like that. Jack smiled. "Eat, Ralph." Ralph obeyed, without a second thought. Next to him, he could hear the chief eating his pork, too. He watched the others. They ate hungrily, like they were starving. They might be hungry, but at least they weren't starving. They had plenty of food, for now. But what happened when they were old and had killed off the whole population of pigs?

Ralph didn't realize he'd already given up hope of being rescued.

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Sam had gotten hungry, and Eric seemed to be sleeping. What would the boy do in there by himself? Just for safe keeping, he tied a vine around both of his wrists, and tied him to a tree just outside the hut. Roger watched Sam tie his pet to a tree. (Sam had left the pigskin door open, for light and air.) He watched Sam walk away from his brother for food. Roger frowned to himself as he walked in the hut.

Eric was, in fact sleeping. Roger looked back at the door, before he got on his knees, straddling the twin. He untied the vines, (Sam wasn't as good at tying people up as he was) and slid one of his arms under the other boys neck, holding him up, and he kissed him, gently.

Eric frowned and struggled underneath Roger. He opened his eyes, but the other boy was too close, and his eyes were closed. He didn't know who it was. "Mmm!" He managed to moan, and push the other boy's shoulders, flipping him over.

Roger let himself be overpowered and he opened his eyes when he landed on his back, under Eric.

"Roger!" Eric whispered in surprise. He quickly got off him, and Roger sat up.

"Hullo." Roger mumbled quietly.

"What are you doing?" Eric looked across at Roger. He looked defeated, but strange glimmer of hope in his eyes. He looked almost childish; like a child who got scolded, but was starting to forget. His back was slumped, so Eric was sitting higher than Roger. Eric felt the need to lay down, so he was looking up at him.

"I just…" Roger looked at the door. "I just wanted to see you."

Eric was stunned. Roger never said anything like that to him before. Eric reached his hand across and ran his fingers over Roger's cheek, expecting Roger to smack his hand away. But he didn't. He looked up, got on his knees, and pulled Eric closer, and kissed him again. A slow, deep kiss, imitating the kisses they'd seen Jack share with Ralph.

"Why aren't you watching Eric?" They heard Jack's voice yell. Roger broke the kiss and quickly tied Eric back up. "Go! What are you waiting for?"

"I'll be back later." Roger whispered, kissing Eric one more time before running out the door.

A few seconds later Sam walked in. "Oh. You're awake, Eric?"

Eric smiled and nodded; his head and chest in a flurry of happiness.