Author's note: This IS the last chapter. I'm next to positive that I won't have an epiloge or a sequal to this. If anyone actually cares, I've started a new story with the boys in school after the island, but Roger is alive and it has nothing to do with this fic at all. I stopped writing it, but if you want, I'll totally finish and put it up.

Disclaimer: For the last time, I don't own anything!

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Eric smiled as the tears ran down his face again. He was so happy. He clenched the spear tighter in his hands. Sweet Salvation. He felt like jumping around and praising god. How could life be this wonderful? He was going to get to kill that son-of-a-bitch that he called a brother, and then he was going to join Roger.

No bad Karma to anybody else, either. You're welcome.

Jack and Ralph would stay guilt free that they didn't kill either Roger, or Sam, and they could live out their lives on the island until they ran out of food and starved to death or got rescued and lived out their life in some quaint little house after adopting some Chinese baby, since they couldn't have one themselves.

And Maurice would be singing and dancing on Broadway (because he always had to be the star), and Robert would be his director/gay lover.

And everything would be great. Nothing bad would happen to anyone else on the island, ever. All he had to do was get rid of two more people. Just two.

Or is it one? They were twins after all.

Eric whipped the tears that had fallen off again. He was smiling, but he couldn't stop crying. Why couldn't he stop crying?

I'll be home, soon, Roger. Sorry to keep you waiting.

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"You know what he's going to do." Ralph said as he kicked his feet in the stream, avoiding his boyfriend's gaze as he confronted him.

"I can't stop him." Jack replied as he rubbed Ralph's shoulders. Jack realized a little while ago that to win a fight with Ralph, all you needed to do was to give his body constant stimulation. He'd be purring putty in his hands before long.

"You could—Oh God, Jack—too. He respects you, you know." Ralph's shoulders pressed up into Jack's hands. Jack smirked lightly.

"Not unless I tied him down. And he's right. Sam needs to be punished." He sat down behind Ralph, sitting on his feet with his knees in front of him. He put one hand around Ralph's stomach and pulled him closer, between his legs. "Besides, he won't kill his own brother." He whispered into Ralph's ear, like he was trying to seduce him.

Ralph frowned. How did Jack now Eric wouldn't kill his own brother. If Ralph had a brother, and his brother killed Jack, he'd kill his brother in a heart beat. "Why do you think Eric's so happy?"

Jack stayed quiet, busing himself by leaning over and kissing over Ralph's bare shoulder from behind. Please don't let him ask me again… Jack thought.

"Jack?" Ralph turned his head to look at the red-head.

Jack ran his hands over Ralph's bare stomach, still stimulating the boy as he spoke… "When… When people are… Right before they…" He searched for words. "When my uncle… killed himself… he was always really depressed, until one day. One day, he just got really happy. I remember. He bought me a new toy and gave his sister, my mother, flowers, and bought my father a knife." He ran one of his fingers affectionately over his hunting knife. "My knife. And my mum found him the next day dead in his bed…"

Ralph froze under Jack, as Jack's hands went tighter around his stomach, holding him down, as Ralph tried to break away and stand up. "Jack, we gotta do something."

"There's nothing we can do, now. Eric's made up his mind. He won't change it." Jack said, putting his forehead on Ralph's shoulder. "Please, just stay with me. Just stay here."

Ralph slowed his struggles until he sat, hunched over, staring at his hands in the warm water. He nodded, and felt the tears come again.

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Eric marched into camp, spear ready. As soon as he found his brother, it would be show time. The final act in the last repeat this play was ever going to do. Almost time for curtain call. Eric felt giggly again.

He found it sort of weird that there was nobody in camp. He knew Jack wouldn't follow, because Jack knew everything. Jack wanted to protect Ralph from this, and he wasn't going to try and stop him. Good thing, too. It would be in vain.

But where was that annoying brother of his?

Ah yes, the hut.

Eric took another moment to giggle to himself. Wasn't that hut made by the hunters for a fourteenth year present to Jack? Why were he and Sam always hanging out in it, then? Oh well. It didn't matter. Neither boy would be around long enough to hang out in it ever again.

Eric snuck, and he was good at sneaking, to the side of the hut. He heard the soft breathing of his brother from the inside, and smiled. Roger would have (probably not) been so proud to see that Eric was sneaking around like a real hunter. Wasn't that what Roger always wanted? For Eric to be a real hunter and to die in the end?

Well, Roger didn't have to worry. He was getting both of those things soon.

He turned around the doorway quickly, like he had a gun and was storming the hut for terrorists. He giggled again, but put his hand over his mouth to quiet himself. Once he gained his composure again, he held his weapon in front of him, waiting for the very perfect second to bring the sharpened at both ends stick down on his brother.

A few seconds went by, then a minute. He felt his nerve leave him until a voice, a memory, sounding just like Roger, surfaced. "My blood as your mask, we switch places today."

Eric looked down at himself, and true enough: he was covered in Roger's blood. Eric grinned. He could do this. He could be the new Roger, and put this stupid boy out of his misery. He walked closer, his arms raised as he looked down at his sleeping brother. He almost looked like an angel… almost. "See you in Hell." He muttered, before slamming the spear down on the sleeping frame, once, and running out, leaving the spear there.

It was time for phase two.

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Ralph and Jack sat in silence, Ralph between Jack's legs, leaning back into his lover's chest. It would be comforting, if it wasn't like they were in a hospital, waiting for inevitable bad news. Who would it be? Ralph wondered. Who would be the one to walk up to them and say the found Samneric's dead bodies lying huddled over one another.

Jack's arms were comforting. They were strong, and warm. It felt so safe. Ralph cuddled into Jack's chest. They could see the sun setting over the trees, if they'd looked, but both boys avoided it. Ralph had his eyes closed, and Jack had his eyes on Ralph; his little blonde angel.

How much longer? Jack asked himself. When will it be safe for us to go back up?

He heard something in the distance. It was probably a random littlun or Maurice and Robert playing a very loud game of hide and go make out; the couple's favorite game. He sighed, and heard the crashing come closer. This had to be it; this had to be the one who found Samneric dead.

"Wake up, Ralphie. Someone's coming." Jack said quietly as he stood up and pulled Ralph to his feet with him. Ralph, with half closed eyes, leaned on Jack for support as they faced the woods behind them, waiting for the scared littlun or pale faced bigun to tell them the news.

But what they saw was neither.

Instead, out stumbled a sick looking Sam, with a gaping hole in his stomach. It was bleeding, though it seemed to have missed every major organ located in that region. He was only slightly stumbling, and that was probably only from the blood loss, but damn, did he look pissed.

"You." He sneered, as Jack moved Ralph, so the blonde boy was behind him. "This is all your fault, Merridew." Sam moved closer, holding his stomach as blood dribbled from the wound.

"If you were a decent chief at all, you wouldn't have sent Roger after Eric. You'd have just let us leave in peace. But no…" His words stung like venom in Jack. Ralph could feel the red-head shaking. "You had to sick your sadistic little lap dog on my poor brother, so you could get your stupid little boyfriend…" He looked at Ralph, who pushed his chest farther into Jack, to hide himself, "and look what's happened now." He motioned to his stomach.

"How's that my fault?" Jack asked, trying to sound tough, even though he seemed to be shaking off the Richter scale.

"Eric did it, stupid." Sam spat. "Where do you think Eric learned it was okay to try and kill people?"

"From you. You were the one who killed Roger." Ralph spoke quietly. It froze both Jack and Sam.

"I'll kill you." Sam narrowed his eyes, advancing toward the boys. "I'll fucking kill you."

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Eric smiled. Half the deed was done. He'd killed his brother. Now all that was left was for the other half to die. He jogged lightly through the woods; there wasn't a real reason to hurry. He'd be with Roger soon enough.

His feet carried him to the mountain. It seemed appropriate, to do it up there. Not only was it the highest point on the island, and would be the most painful (and likely to die) if someone jumped off, it also was where the beast had been. He'd be a sacrifice to the beast, so the beast would leave Jack and Ralph alone.

He stopped running when he got to the top. It wasn't very big up there. He remembered once when he and Sam came up there. It was before Simon had died. He remembered being so sacred, that the two of them ran down the mountain and collapsed into each other.

Back when they were real brothers and didn't kill people who made them jealous.

Eric smiled and closed his eyes. The wind was whipping through his hair, making the leaves around his feet dance playfully. It was so peaceful; the perfect day to die.

He thought he heard something, a low hum, so he opened his eyes. Nobody was around him. Weird, he thought. He looked over the edge. If the water alone wasn't enough to kill him, smacking his light body against an unbroken surface, the jagged cliffs at the bottom were.

Alright… here he went. He took a few steps back. He wanted a running start… He closed his eyes, ready to run and make his jump. He started to run, however, he heard it again. That low noise, so he stopped running and looked out to sea, what was it which dared to interrupt his perfect suicide.

And there he saw it, clear as day, a ship… and it was coming this way.

"Jack!" He yelled, eyes wide, as he turned around and started running, to find his chief.

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"You don't mean it, Sam." Jack said, holding up his hands, showing he had nothing, but was creating a human shield for Ralph. "We didn't do anything. You don't want to kill us."

Sam staggered closer. "Oh yes I do. It's not fair. My brother won't have me, and it's all your fault, Jack. And I'm sure you had something to do with it too, Ralphie."

Ralph cringed slightly, not wanting to be here. He bitterly thought that if Eric were going to kill people, he should keep stabbing until he was sure they were dead.

He thought he'd heard something; a low rumble. But at that moment, Sam jumped at Jack, and Jack threw Ralph out of the way. Ralph tripped, and fell down, facing the boys, and watched as Sam tackled Jack, and began to expertly pin him down. Jack struggled, but seemed unable to turn Sam over.

"Don't teach your subordinates all your tricks, Jackie. They'll use it against you in a coup." Sam's fingers dug into Jack's wrists the only part of his body that his hands were touching, and Jack howled in pain, as he kicked, but his legs were useless, where they were.

Jack closed his eyes. He had to fight. He couldn't just leave Ralph there…. Ralph!

Suddenly, Jack opened his eyes and saw Ralph pull Sam back, by the shoulder, and punch him. Jack couldn't help but grin as Sam rolled off Jack, flexing his jaw in surprise.

"Nice punch, Ralph." Jack grinned as he stood up and brushed himself off.

"Nice distraction, Jack." Ralph said, sticking out his tongue at his boyfriend. Jack grinned wider.

"Don't!" Sam said, standing up. "Don't you dare use me as an excuse to flirt!" Suddenly, Sam was on Jack again, throwing a punch. Enough to make him stagger back a step or two, but not enough to fall. The other boy'd lost too much blood.

"Sam settle down. You're gunna die if you don't get that wrapped up." Ralph said, as Jack rubbed his jaw with a pout on his face.

Sam just growled, and went to punch Jack again. This time, Jack stepped to the side, grabbed Sam's wrist, and practically threw him to the ground.

"Jack! Jack!" Before Jack could get on Sam and beat the ever-loving snot out of him, he heard his name being called, along with a low rumble. Damn, that sound was annoying.

"Jack, they're here!" Suddenly Eric busted through the forest, holding his arms out. Ralph ran at him and hugged him happily.

"We thought you'd died!" Ralph said. Jack put his hand over his face. Did that boy have tact at all?

"Oh… er… about that." Eric rubbed the back of his head. "Sorry, Sam."

Sam just shook his head, holding his stomach, in too much pain to talk.

After a few seconds of silence, Ralph walked over to Jack and draped his arm over his shoulder. "So… whose here?"

"Oh!" Eric said, getting excited again. "The people! There's a boat coming! Come see!" Eric ran over to his brother, and helped him to his feet, and put his arm over his waist, holding him up. Sam draped his arm over Eric's shoulder, smiling slightly, at the return of his brother.

Together, slowly, the four of them made their way to the mountain, and saw the ship, bigger now, come sailing toward them.

Ralph, in his excitement, tried to remember where the conch was, so he could call an assembly. Jack just laughed, gave him Piggy's glasses, and Ralph set a huge fire, so the ship was sure not to miss it.

The boys on the island didn't and soon, every kid that had been stranded on the island, (minus Roger, Piggy, Simon and the kid with the mulberry birthmark) were up at the mountain, dancing around the fire one last time.

Jack raised his arms, as the ship was almost ready to come ashore, and the kids fell silent. "Hunters!" The crowd went wild, even Ralph, standing up to Jack's left, was clapping and whistling. "This is our final day on the island." More explosive cheers from the crowd.

"And it was fun. We hunted pigs, we got tans, we made friends…" He looked over at Ralph, who smiled gorgeously at him. "But all good things come to an end. And I would just like to ask you…" He suddenly grew very serious. "What happened to Simon, Piggy, Roger and the kid with the mulberry birthmark?"

Everyone went silent, and bowed their heads. "That's right." Jack answered. "We don't know what happened to them. They went missing." The kids nodded enthusiastically. They all had a lie now. Something way safer than the truth.

"You're dismissed!" Jack called, and the boys ran off down the mountain, to where the British Navy was waiting to take them home. Ralph started to walk off, too, but Jack grabbed his arm and spun him around, so he was facing him. As soon as Ralph was facing Jack, Jack took Ralph's head in his hands gently, and kissed him.

Ralph put his hands around Jack's waist, and pulled him closer, closing his eyes tightly, as they kissed like their lives depended on it.

Too soon, the kiss was over and Jack was looking into Ralph's eyes, like he was lost.

"Ralph?" Jack muttered quietly.

"Yeah?"

"I'll always love you. No matter what… okay?" Jack put his forehead on Ralph's shoulder and hugged the boy tightly. Ralph hugged him back.

"I know. I'll love you too."

"You know… when you asked if anything would change if we got rescued?"

Ralph nodded.

"Nothing will change. Nothing will ever change. We'll be together until we die."

Ralph smiled at Jack, and ran his fingers through his red hair. "I know, Jack. Together always."

Jack smiled and lifted his head and stepped away from the boy. "So you'll go to school with me?"

Ralph laughed and grabbed Jack's hand, pulling him down the mountain, to where the boat was. "Yes, I will."

"And you'll go to prom with me?"

Ralph gave Jack a funny look, "I guess so…"

"And you'll marry me?" Jack smiled, looking hopeful.

"Aren't you jumping the gun a little bit?" Ralph said.

Both boys laughed, as they walked to the beach, away from the love, hate and jealousy the island had shown them, and hoped with all their might, that the grown-up world wouldn't be as bad as the island had been. But deep down, they both knew it would be.

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The End. I hoped you like it. It's been a wild journey. Thank you so much for the reviews. I've loved each and every one of them, and will continue to love them until you refuse to send them anymore. Check out my other stories, if you want, I guess. And… tell me if you think I should do something else, now that I have nothing left of this to do.