Omigosh! Uber duuuper sorry about this UBER DUPER LATE post! Too many things happened this week! There was my Confirmation rehearsals, my actual Confirmation, then my sister came, then I went to Hershey Park, then my sister left, and now I'm here typing this...-sigh- Took me a while to think what happened in this chapter; hope it ain't baaad! (Btw my confirmation name is Titus, heeheeh! It reminds me of Tidus)
Chapter 9
The two sandy haired twins were poking at the ground with their sharp spears. They weren't next to each other or facing each other; but instead, facing their backs to one another. It had been probably an hour or so that they didn't talk to the other. 'It's probably because of Maurice...Earlier...When he...' Sam shook his head forcibly. Every time he thought about Maurice, a sinister image of the bigun appeared in this head. Sam was worried too. He knew that Maurice and Eric were okay with each other, so that might be the reason why Eric stood up for Maurice. Then another memory came to mind. "Ralph..." Sam stopped his doodles and looked up. He got up from his kneeling position, and with all that movement, it caught Eric's attention. The twin looked at his older brother standing, but quickly then turned his head back around.
"Sorry Eric..."
Hearing those words, the other twin twist his head, looking back once more, but saw nothing. Just the rest of the forest trees, the brown soil, and hanging green vines. Eric let out a sigh of sadness. "Only if I didn't act to mean to Sam. Naww...I bet he's really mad at me now..." Eric began turning his head back, but stopped when he heard some rustling noises.
In a moment's notice he stood up, spear pointed at the space around him. "Who's th-there!"
"Oh, look at you Eric! Acting all tough!"
"Woah Eric! Clam down it's just us! Hey, wheres Sam?"
Seeing the sight of this, Eric's hands dropped down to his side and soon enough he let go of the stick too. He was in wonder, awe, and confusion. 'H-how could this be happening...N-no...They can't be alive...They just can't!' Now the twin's heart was fighting with his brain. One wanted to accept the fact that they were there, and that they were once again real. But the other one told him that this is reality, and people coming back from the dead cannot, and will never happen. Soon Eric's body was shaking, mostly because of fear. He felt truly guilty seeing them again. One, because he helped kill the black haired boy, and two, he didn't do anything to stop the brown haired boy from getting killed. And now he thinks they're out to haunt him for the rest of his life.
Scared, Eric dropped down to his knees. His palms and straight arms were helping him stay up, while his head was looking down on the moist soil.
"Please...I'm sorry Simon! Piggy! Don't hurt me...I...I didn't mean to...It's just..."
The boy was stammering and randomly blurting out words, but the two ghosts looked at each other with confused faces. Was Eric acting, or was he really taking this seriously...?
"Ahahaha! Eric! If you think we're here to haunt you we're not! Me and Piggy were just being nomadic when we saw the boss sitting down at the 'ol shore looking all despondent an' all!"
Hearing this, Eric stood up in a flash. The air around him still felt pretty tight, but that was because of the two wondering ghost. He didn't know why, but Eric began feeling lethargic. It was maybe due to the same reason as the air being tight. Shaking his head to let go of the feeling, once he stopped, he looked at his two old friends. They still seem to look like their old selves. Piggy, a chubby brown haired boy, whose glasses were slightly slipping down the bridge of his nose because he was sweating too much. And Simon, the black haired boy whose bangs seemed to always get in his eyes even if he pushed them away. Their clothes were the same also. One was wearing the England schoolboy attire. While the other was bare on the front and back half of his body, and wearing a pair of plain gray shorts. Yup, they were indeed the same two boys he had known. But now there was some kind of white fog surrounding them. 'Must be their ghostly substance' Eric thought.
"What happened Eric? Where's Sam? Aren't you two usually together?" After that came a cough from Piggy, "stupid asthma..."
"Sucks for your ass-mar then!"
A huffing voice came into the group. Of course it was Ralph, and he was probably tired from running to catch up to the other two who could just float.
"RALPH!" exclaimed Eric. The relived boy ran over to his fair haired friend and hugged him tightly. "Ralph, Piggy and Simon are here! There right there! No lie! No lie! You gotta believe me Ralph! Please! I don't wanna be the only one seeing them!"
"Yeah, thanks for paying attention to what I said Eric...The boss knows we're here!"
"Simon is speaking to me Ralph! He's speaking to me!" Eric was now pleading in distress, his fingers dug into Ralph's skin due to being scared.
Ralph winced in pain at this, but tried to explain to Eric that he knew what was going on. Sadly, the twin was too preoccupied in thinking Ralph wouldn't believe him that he paid no attention to the three. Sighing, Simon mustered up all his strength to pull off the pleading twin, and with the help of Piggy, the three went plopping down to the ground. With the nails released from his back, Ralph rubbed the sore spot. "Could you please pay attention to us Eric? I know that Simon and Piggy are here. They managed to have the power to visit us for a while! Don't you think that's great! And they're not here to hurt or get revenge from us either!"
"Except to that stupid red head murderer! Heh, I bet he'll be dead scared when he sees us!" scoffed a positive Piggy.
Eric who now understood what was going got up from the ground and helped Simon up, who helped Piggy up. "Ralph didn't tell you guys?"
A puzzled look came upon the two ghosts faces.
"Eric! No no no no no! Don't tell them! I...I'm over it! J-just ignore what I told you before!"
Feeling left out, Piggy grunted, not saying a word though. Simon was different though, "why won't you tell us boss? Can't you trust us? Plus, we're already, you know...dead."
"And as ghost, we can't be able to hurt mortals. So sadly, what ever Merridew did to you, we can't get him back in surprise." Piggy continued.
Ralph was now in turmoil. He knew Piggy would be giving him a lecture about liking Jack, but it won't matter anymore right? They don't like each other anymore and Ralph hates him now too. 'I guess it won't hurt to try...' Ralph was mentally fighting with himself. And damn was this batty island making him insane. Well, not that he was already NOT insane. "It's just that, I...I like liked Merridew...BUT THAT WAS BEFORE!"
A baffled expression was plastered on Piggy's face. "The heck?"
"Boss! You had a crush on Jack! Ahahahaha!"
"Oh laugh all you want Simon! But that was before! He...He actually likes Roger, so...So I don't stand a chance..."
"What happened to you being straight Ralph?" Piggy spoke, having a disgusted look on his face. "Maybe this island is really getting to you now Ralph, seriously, you hafta find a way outta 'ere..." A sigh was heard from Ralph. He knew Piggy was right. And he tried so much, but failed every time too. He had been so into being saved the first time they were at the island, but later on all that changed. He pretty much gave up right after Jack left his tribe. But tried again every time he had the chance to see Jack. 'Once I think about it again...It seems as if I had been using Merridew before...No, don't think like that Ralph, it was for the good, you shouldn't be pitying that bastard! But...' Once again Ralph was mentally fighting with himself, and he had no way to stop those hidden feelings about Jack that he tried to let go.
Ralph massaged his temples, he was really getting irritated with himself; no scratch that. He was really getting irritated at the fact that Jack was heartrending him.
In back of him, the other three boys were snickering and giggling at his actions.
Tired from running, Sam slowed down his pace. The sun was at its highest, and was certainly beating down on everything its rays could touch. Wind movement was very scarce, and he was fairly far from the ocean. With the hot heat, Sam's eyes were feeling heavy, and he tried his best to keep them open. At a time, his eyes fully closed, and refused to open, so legitimately, he was sleep walking. Not paying any attention at all to his surroundings, he didn't hear the quick running that lay ahead. When he did hear them though, it was already too late.
Running to find the lake inside the forest Jack ran, and fast. He kept his eyes fixed on the path that was straight ahead. Nothing else. But when it was the dire need to stop running, his extreme speed didn't let him, so instead, he crashed into the sleepy sandy haired older twin brother he didn't expect coming. With a loud sound of noggins slamming to one another, the two both fell down simultaneously.
"O-ouch...Sorry there Sam..." groaned Jack. He brushed a hand through his red hair, and then scratched the back of his head.
The Sam, who was faced in front of Jack, touched the front of his forehead, feeling a sting on that spot, he quickly released the touch. Sam looked up at Jack and saw a red mark appearing on the boy's forehead. It must have been similar to his.
"Why were you running so quickly chief? Gossssssh..."
Tears were forming in the twin's eyes, but he wasn't going to cry about, just tear up a bit because of the intense pain.
"Man your head was hard!" The two said in unison, then laughed.
"Oh shut up Sam!"
"Heeheeheeheeh!"
Jack stood up, and then helped Sam get up on his feet too. It fell into silence when the laughter died down, and the wind began blowing hard. It swept their hair around, and swept Jack's black cape too, it circled, and the motion of it reminded Sam the first time he, Ralph, Piggy, Eric, and some other littuns saw Jack and his choir crew. They all seemed so nice and peaceful, but who knew they would turn out to be crazy savages... Perhaps someday they would turn into cannibals, once they killed all the pigs that is. It would be a horrid sight. 'The chief and Roger might be the only two to live...Maybe Ralph as well, but I know they could change once it comes to REAL surviving...Ah, I shouldn't be thinking like this.' Sam shook away the thought of dying, he didn't like the numbing feeling it gave him either.
"Don't you think these days usually seem so interminable now...?" Jack spoke up, not knowing he said that aloud. "We won't be able to cater everyone you know Sam...It'll be hard...Do you think there will be a way to dissuade them from being a savage. Impossible right?"
"I guess so chief..."
"Jack..."
A dumbfounded look spread over Sam's face.
"You could call me Jack, Sam. Cut the chief crap. You're human..."
Slightly flushed, Sam nodded his head in agreement. He doesn't know what to say to Jack. It has been the first time that he ever had a chat with him alone, and in an isolated place.
"I know I sound retarded Sam, just...Just ignore me." An 'hmph' came after the last part as Jack looked away from the sandy haired boy. He looked in the direction that he was suppose to go, but had been held back since he bumped into Sam. "I feel so indignant after what Ralph saw..."
Bewildered, Sam stared at Jack with wide eyes. "Wh-what are you talking about...?" was the only thing that came out of his mouth.
"Goddammit, Sam I feel like suiciding!" In a fast motion, Jack dropped down to the ground, and began pounding on the soil with his fist rapidly. Still bewildered at Jack behavior, Sam rushed over to his chief, and grabbed a hold of Jack's shoulders, now not cautious about Jack, because he knows he could now trust his chief. That's the way it should be with all chiefs and troops. Respect and trust. Sam was in back of Jack, kneeling next to him, and watching the boy making his knuckles bleed. Getting disturbed by Jack's actions, Sam spoke up strong.
"What are you doing? Jack? Jack what happened to you and Ralph! I thought you were supposed to cherish him! If you really love him Jack, then your suppose to be at his side at all times! And if he loves you back, then he'll understand that whatever you did to hurt him you truly feeling sorry about it! Jack! Jack, Ralph is one unique person, and I know that you know that! So don't be so discouraged about what you did to him! So stop idling your precious time with Ralph! You have to use all the moments you could have with Ralph! You yearned for him for a long time didn't you Jack! Cherish him Jack! Or else what you did will be fruitless and you'll look like a total buffoon! Don't be so disheartened with one thing!"
Jack's punches died down, but he was seething with hurt feelings.
His eyes began to get filled with water, and his heart began to beat faster and faster.
"Sam..." it was low at first, but it quickly rose, "SAM DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND! I MORTIFIED RALPH! He...He...He saw me kissing Roger!"
"No...Jack...You...You didn't...Please don't tell me you-" Sam was entreating Jack to know the truth, and the red head sang like a bird to the twin.
"It wasn't me Sam!" He cried out with tears pouring. "It was Roger...I...I should of known that Roger liked me, the way that bastard acted around me! I'm such a fucking retard! God fucking dammit!"
Jack was mauling the forest soil, making his wounds cut open wider than it was.
Sam tried to dominate Jack's punches by holding his wrist, but the red head was just too strong for him. "Jack! I know you have enough potential to win Ralph's heart back, don't loose hope Jack! I'll help you! Just stop hurting yourself! I know Ralph wouldn't like that! Just- Please Jack! I'm begging you!"
Slowing down again, Jack mumbled, "How do you know...How are you so certain the Ralph doesn't hate my fucking guts right now...hmm Sam?" Jack covered his eyes behind his red locks. Underneath those locks were radiant blue eyes, that was crying out for a specific fair haired boy to heal his heart. 'Jack might seem tough, but actually, now I see that he could be docile, fragile, and fallible...'
"C'mon Jack, we gotta settle this once and for all. We're going to see Ralph."
A nod was seen from Jack, but nothing more. His tears stopped, but some sniffling was left.
Helping Jack up, Sam put Jack's left arm around his shoulders, then he used his right hand to hold in place that arm of Jack's that came down his shoulder. He realized how much grimy Jack's fist were now. Grimy and bloody. Yuck. Sam's other arm was wrapped around Jack's hips for support, not that the boy's legs were badly injured or anything, it was just that he seemed pretty ditsy, and not in the mood. Jack didn't want to see Ralph actually. He was scared. Yes, Jack Merridew, SCARED... But it's the truth. As he and Sam walked over to where Jack was originally going, the lake inside the forest, also where Eric, the ghost of Piggy and Simon, and Ralph were at, Jack was acting heavy to Sam. Sooner or later though, Jack gave up the thought of Ralph wanting to rip out his guts, and decide to apologize to Ralph with all his heart.
DUN DUN DUN DUUUUN? What will happen now? Omigosssssh! I just keep stopping at the most terrible times right! Hahahah~ I believe this is actually the LONGEST chapter I made! Wooow! Oh, and remember what I said before, about this ending in 2 or 3 chapters? Yeah, I don't think that'll happen, not yet that is XD I'm so mean, I made Jack cry! .
Thank you for all the support! And no flaming (cheva that means lolz) or else Imma get Jack to beat chuu all up! Bye bye!
