I'm back! A guest review five days ago gave me the inspiration to continue to update this story. So thank you to the anonymous reviewer, I hope you like this new chapter. I worked on a variety of different perspectives, and it was fun.

And with that, I present to you, Chapter Four: A Midnight Stroll

Disclaimer: gothchic6 does not own Lord of the Flies.

*Merridew's POV*

Roger and I tied up that crazy bitch to the shelter and left her there. I'm not worried about leaving her because Ralph and Piggy have the area locked down to look after the littleluns. Plus, I double-knotted both her arm and leg restraints, so there's no possible way she could escape. Unless…

"Hey, do you still have 'Belinda's' knife?" I ask Roger, who's been walking steadily alongside me through the jungle.

"No shit, Jack, of course I still have it. You really think that 'Belinda' chick could take her knife back?" Roger replies whilst pulling out the knife covered in my blood, and probably the blood of many others.

"Hey, I'm just making sure we covered our asses", I argue back to him, "She has the potential to kill everyone on this island, and she's threatened to do it multiple times. We need to make sure there's no way she could escape."

"Well, you tied her up tight, right? Neither of her restraints were loose. So I'm pretty sure we're good, Jack." Roger assures me.

Despite the reassurance, I can't help but feel like something bad is gonna happen.

Suddenly, it hits me. "Fuck, Roger, I think her hand restraints might have gotten loose when we moved her around into the shelter!"

Roger turns to look at me sharply. "And you didn't bother to check after you tied her legs to the pole?"

I shake my head frantically, "I didn't think I'd need to. I double-knotted them, and I thought that would be enough. We gotta get back there and catch her before she goes and murders someone."

Roger nods before replying, "Yeah, I suppose… but I wouldn't mind if she took out Ralphie, Piggy or a littlelun. It'd be nice to have less vermin around. Let's go."

Roger and I start sprinting towards the direction we came from. Everyone is fucked if she escapes…

*Percival's POV*

It is nighttime on the island, and I am thinking about how that crazy lady is tied up in a shelter not far away from mine. My two best friends, Billy and Kevin, are asleep next to me. I don't know how they can sleep when they know she is over there.

She's scary, but I'm not scared of her like I am with Roger. But she yelled at me today, and called me a bad nickname. So I'm a little scared of her. But I pretend that I'm not.

She probably wants to hurt or kill me. But I can't let her. I hope she doesn't come after me.

Ralph, Piggy and the others are asleep. The light from the full moon is the only thing making me able to see right now. I look over to the crazy lady's shelter, and I see her hands moving wildly. To my horror, she stops suddenly, and then sits up, her hands becoming free. I want to scream, but if I let her know I see her, she will kill me.

I squint my eyes to pretend I'm sleeping, but so I can still see her moving. She's working on the ropes on her legs now. I wish the others were awake so they could stop her. But Ralph and Piggy's snores are loud, and I can't risk trying to wake them up. Her legs are free now! She's going to escape and come kill me…!

Surprisingly, she doesn't even take a look over here before she sprints the other direction in the jungle where Jack and Roger were headed. She's going to go get her knife so she can kill everybody!

Once I make sure she's deep in the jungle where she can't hear me, I rush over to the shelter Ralph and a few other Biguns are sharing, and I shake Ralph awake.

"The scary lady who cut Jack's foot got out of her shelter! She's going to go get her knife so she can kill everybody!"

It takes Ralph a few moments to get himself together before we wake up Piggy and the other Biguns.

Ralph addresses the the other Biguns,

"Okay, so 'Belinda' has escaped from her shelter and gone off to follow Jack and Roger in order to get her knife. We cannot let that happen. If any of you value your lives and the lives of the littleluns, we have to capture her, and find some way to make sure she can't hurt any of us.

Go search the forest in pairs, and I want hunters to pair up with non-hunters so at least one of you know what you're doing. If there's an odd number of you, form a group of three. There is strength in numbers, you guys. Also, in the jungle, there are vines everywhere. Use them. Tie her up if you can. Hell, knock that bitch out if you need to, better her than any of you guys. This is a life or death situation. Got it?

Report back to me if you find her, or if you find anyone else hurt."

Many of the older boys seem nervous, but they all nod in response, and start splitting up into groups. The groups of boys slowly start moving into the jungle. They're probably walking slowly because they're scared of her.

Ralph then turns to Piggy and the other littleluns sleeping in the shelters. "Okay, Piggy, you and I will stay here as a pair to protect the littleluns."

I reach up to tap Ralph on the shoulder, "Hey, what do you want me to do?"

Ralph shakes his head, and replies, "You should definitely stay here where Piggy and I can protect you. 'Belinda' is already targeting you, and if she finds you, you're worse than dead."

I know he is right, but I can't help but want to go find her myself…

*Krista's POV*

I move silently through the jungle, trying to sense the presence of the fuckbags who stole my knife. I'll give it to them, Demon Eyes and Beef Boy are pretty fast. But I'm close to catching up. And when I do, they're fucked.

But something happens that I don't expect. The reason I'm catching up with them is because they're heading straight towards me!

Because all three of us happen to be moving quickly, I unexpectedly run right into Beef Boy. We end up accidentally head butting each other.

Fuck! That hurts like hell!

I recover first, and elbow Beef Boy in the chest area, sending him flying onto the ground. He is quickly incapacitated, the hit leaving him fighting to breathe.

I barely have time to look up to the demonic eyes of Roger, who tries to deliver a sucker punch to the back of my head. Not wanting my vision to cut out, I quickly sidestep the attack, responding with a roundhouse kick to knock him off his feet.

He loses his balance, and falls to the ground. I quickly overlap him, straddling his hips, and holding down his wrists with one hand. I use the other hand to grip his throat tightly.

"Where the fuck is my switchblade," I threaten, my grip getting harder.

He has the gall to smirk at me, and retort, "I have no idea what you're talking about."

My grip on his throat is making it difficult for him to breathe. "I know you have it, you fuck! Now either tell me where it is, or I will find it myself!"

Roger grinds his hips against mine seductively, making me inwardly moan. Fuck! I can't let him know I think this feels way too good.

"I bet you'd like that, too. It's a great excuse to want to have your hands all over me." He retorts suggestively.

I growl at his attempt to control the situation with lust. "Smack!" I backhand Roger across the face, leaving a red handprint on his cheek.

"The only reason I am going to put my hands on you is to beat the shit out of you, steal back my knife, and murder you! So give me back my fucking knife, you dipshit!"

A sudden sharp stinging sensation on my side leads me to realize that Roger used an opportunity to break one of his hands free, and stab me.

"You didn't mean this knife, did you?" Roger says sadistically. He cruelly twists the knife into my side. The pain is blinding, but the pleasure that comes along with it is powerful and unexpected. It makes me grit my teeth in frustration.

I can feel my blood running down my body from the knife wound. I know that I have to get out of here fast if I want any chance of surviving.

I make a hasty decision that hurts both of us. I slam my forehead against his, causing us both to be momentarily stunned. I, being myself, recover faster, and take the opportunity to run for it with my knife still in my body.

The adrenaline allows me to run pretty far before I have to slow down because of blood loss. I look in a full circle for any other human presence around me. I find nothing, thankfully. I sit in a very hidden mini-valley between a few tall trees. I don't think anyone will come out as far as here…

In order to treat the wound, I have to pull out the knife first. I cover my mouth with one hand to mask my possible screams. I use the other hand to rip the knife out of me in one single action. Gah…!

My blood is rushing down now. I quickly take off my tank top, and wrap it bandage style around the wound to stop the bleeding. I'm left in a black sports bra and black booty shorts with my tank top as a bandage. Great. This whole experience is going to be great for tanning, I guess.

I start to feel woozy from all the blood loss. Before I pass out, I make a promise to myself that I will wake back up.

*Roger's POV*

My head is still throbbing from that fucking headbutt. I sit up after a moment of holding my head, and see Jack start to rise. He sits up too, rubbing his sternum area where she elbowed him.

"Hey, you all right?" Jack asks after looking up at me.

"Yeah, I could ask you the same thing," I reply.

"Yeah, I'm okay. My chest still hurts, no surprise there. What happened after I got knocked out?"

I roll my eyes in annoyance. "After she sent your arse flying, I tried to knock her out with one hit to the back of her head. She saw it, sidestepped me, and sent me to the ground with a roundhouse kick. Then she pinned me down, and threatened to choke me if I didn't give back her knife. I tried to get her off of me; she backhanded me. She yelled at me again to give her back her knife. So I did. I fucking stabbed the bitch."

Jack's eyes grow big, "You stabbed her? Then where the hell is she? Do you think she'll survive for long with that stab wound?"

"'Belinda' fucking headbutted me, and ran off with her knife still in her. And knowing the kind of person she is, I know a tiny little knife wound isn't going stop her from causing mass destruction for long."

"So you're telling me that not only did 'Belinda' get away, but she's alone in the jungle with a switchblade?" Says Jack anxiously.

"'Belinda's survival instinct is strong. She probably won't come after any of us until her wound is healed. She knows that she can't risk fighting any of us while weak and vulnerable. Especially the older boys." I return, hoping to dispel some of Jack's anxiety.

"Yeah, that is a good point," Jack muses, "but we should let the camp know what's going on. Hopefully we won't run into 'Belinda' on the way there like we did last time."

"Agreed."

It takes Jack and I what feels like 10 minutes to reach the camp, but along the way I can't help but think about 'Belinda.'

I don't where where the hell she came from, but wherever it is, I want to go there. She has no qualms about dropping the binds of society and going completely animalistic. I can't help but respect that.

No one has ever been able to do this much damage to me since I was a little kid at home. Not since I learned to fight for myself, and never stopped.

My cheek is still stinging from the bitch slap she gave me earlier. I'll probably have bruises on my neck and my face. But what I did to her was much more satisfying. I can still feel the softness of her thighs from when I ground into her earlier. And the feeling when I stabbed her…! One of the best experiences of my life.

I can tell she's attracted to me, but as a sociopath, she probably doesn't want to admit it. But I felt it when she pinned me to the jungle floor. I guess I'll have to force it out of her.

*Ralph's POV*

Most of the groups of boys came back after 20 minutes of searching around the jungle. None of them found anything. I'm betting that the lack of light due to the nighttime, and the general fear of 'Belinda' are what's keeping them from progress. Not that I can blame them.

After a half hour, all of the boys came back except for Jack and Roger.

Seeing as most of the Biguns are back from searching, I decide to take a walk along the beach to look for driftwood for the rescue fire. I let a few Biguns and Piggy know where I'm going before leaving the camp.

The wet sand squishing beneath my feet, and the cool breeze of the ocean is oddly comforting. Especially with the hot mess of a situation that the group has gotten itself into. But for just a moment, when I close my eyes, I don't think about worrying about the littleluns, or about Jack and Roger tormenting the other boys, or about 'Belinda.' For just a moment, I am at peace.

When I open my eyes, I spot something white and billowing stuck on a piece of driftwood fifteen feet ahead on the shoreline. I jog up to it so I can see what it is before the wind blows it away. I grab what looks like a piece of paper. I flip it over, and the first thing I see is picture of a girl in an orange prison jumpsuit. When I take a closer look at it, I realize that it's 'Belinda' with longer dark brown hair, and grey eyes instead of green.

Above her picture, the title reads,

"AMERICA'S TOP TEN WANTED LIST #10: KRISTA VERONA

Underneath the picture is a description as follows,

Name: Krista Verona

Birthdate(Age): November 20, 1997 (17)

Charges On Record: Theft, Grand Larceny, Possession of a Concealed Weapon (2), Assault (2), Murder (First Degree).

Verona escaped from Alwin Prison For Women in Atlanta, Georgia, on June 7th, 2015. Rewards are available for anyone who can provide leads or whereabouts of Krista Verona. Call 1-800-***-****.

It takes me a second to process everything on the flyer, but it all makes sense. The sociopathic and antisocial tendencies, the general distaste for humanity, and the aggression that leads to violence. It's because she's a murderer. A sociopath. And we're all on an island with her. And she has a knife.

"Ralph, Jack and Roger are back," Piggy hollers from the campsite. "I'll be there in a second!" I bellow back.

As I'm walking back up to the camp, I notice Jack is heckling Piggy, with Roger smirking devilishly behind him. Piggy looks like he's to cry, especially since Jack is up in his face about something.

"Hey, someone tell Porky over here to stop being such a fatass and eating all of the fruit."

Walking up to the three of them around the fire, I whack Jack upside the head with the flyer.

"Hey, what the bloody hell was that for?" Jack exclaims indignantly.

"Quit picking on Piggy. He's not eating more than anyone else, and he's been watching the littleluns for a long time. Give him a break." I say scoldingly.

Jack glares at Piggy before going on to say, "So you're probably wondering where 'Belinda' went…"

I cross my arms irritatedly. "Yeah, found she was gone about an hour ago. Percival was the only one who witnessed her escape. He woke all of us up because he was scared that she would go get her knife and kill everybody. And I'm pretty sure he's right." I hand Jack and Roger the flyer. "Take a look at this."

I wait for both of them to take it in, before observing their reactions. Jack's eyes widen considerably, and he just gives the flyer to Roger before shaking his head, and muttering several times, "I fucking knew it."

Roger's dark eyes are staring at the flyer with a sinister satisfaction that makes me uneasy. I already know that Roger isn't good news from when we went to school together before the plane crash. He always picks on others relentlessly, and he even sent a kid to the E.R. last year. The least you can say is that he has anger issues.

Roger finally looks up from the flyer. "We ran into Krista on our way back to the campsite."

I eye him incredulously, "Well, what happened? Why did you wait until now to say something?"

Roger focuses his death glare on me, and I can't help but flinch at little at its intensity. He continues on, "We were on our way back to warn you guys that she could have escaped, when we ran straight into her."

Jack intercepts, "And I mean straight into her. We actually ending up head butting each other, we were both sprinting so fast."

"I don't know how, but she recovered within 3 seconds, and she sent Merridew flying from an elbow in the sternum.

I tried to knock her out with a punch to the back of the head, but she sidestepped me, and sent me to the ground with a roundhouse kick. She then proceeded to pin me to the ground, and threatened me by choking me. She kept yelling at me to give her back her knife. So I gave it to her. In her side.

Then she fucking head butted me like she did to Merridew, and ran off with the knife still in her body."

"So you're telling us that there is a possible serial killer in the jungle with a knife," One of the older Biguns, Maurice, questions.

"Pretty much," I comment dryly.

"I mean, I know that my choir boys and I are hunters, but we expected to hunt pigs to eat, not a serial killer with a knife. And now my boys and I are going to have to avoid the deeper part of the jungle so she doesn't find us hunting, and decide to hunt us herself." Jack says wearily.

Roger snorts. "You guys do realize that I stabbed her, right? She's not going to risk going after any of us until her wound is at least healed a bit."

"We should have a constant lookout in case she does decide to come back. And Merridew, since you were the one who failed to tie her up properly in the first place, you should be the first lookout." I suggest to the group of Biguns.

"Whatever, Chief." Jack says begrudgingly.

Piggy wanders back towards the fire from where he was playing with the few littleluns who woke up earlier.

"Hey, have you guys seen Percival? He was in a shelter earlier, but I can't find him now."

"And now Porky has lost our only witness to Krista's escape!" Jack throws a dig.

I smack Jack upside the head again before following Piggy in searching for Percival.

*Percival's POV*

After I saw some groups of boys come back from searching, I made sure Piggy or anyone else wasn't looking. Then I took one of the hunters' pointy sticks, and went in the jungle to find the crazy lady.

I've walked a long way from the campsite, and I'm having trouble seeing the jungle in front of me. I go to cross between a few trees, when I trip on a root, and fall into the dip below.

I fall onto something warm, but when it growls at me, I see that it's the crazy lady. Her green eyes are staring me down, but she's not trying to grab at me or anything. That's when I see the liquid red on the ground below her. She must be hurt.

She squints at me like she can't believe I'm actually here. "Percy, you little shit, is that you?"

"Yeah, it's Percy. Please don't kill me. How did you get hurt?"

She laughs a little, and I see that she is a little loony from losing too much blood. That's the only reason I'm still alive.

"Fucking Roger did this. Told him to give me my knife, and he stabbed me! Don't you think that's rude, Percy? He steals my knife, then when I ask for it back, he puts it in my body." She's saying everything really slowly because she's loony.

"My mommy is a nurse, and she told me if you lose a lot of blood, it's not good."

She looks down at the ground where all her blood ended up. Looking back up at me, she says, "Oh that's nothing. I've a bled lot more, and lived."

"Has it stopped bleeding?" I ask while reaching down to look at the cut. She has her shirt wrapped around it like a bandage, and the blood soaked through it, making part of it look purple instead of blue. I try to unwrap the shirt, but she grabs my wrist before I have the chance.

"No, don't." I stop in my tracks, scared that she will realize what's actually going on, and possibly kill me.

"Percy… why are you here?" She asks me out of the blue.

"I was trying to find you." I reply simply.

Her eyes suddenly sharpen, and she breaks out into a full grin. "It's usually pretty stupid to try to find the person who wants to kill you."

I am terror stricken when she grabs me by the front of my shirt, and pulls me close to her. Her full grin turns into a small smile, and she says in the smallest voice,

"So you should tell me why I shouldn't kill you."

I don't know how to answer her.

I hope everyone enjoyed the new chapter. I tried to focus on Ralph's good leadership, and the fact that all of the boys are working together against Krista. Now that they all know he dangerous she is, they have to accept their differences and work together to stop her.

Then Krista and Roger have their moment, of course.

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-gothchic6