Sorry for the inconvenience from last time. This whole story is nothing like what I wrote before, and it kinda saddens me because the other one was waaaaay longer, and had bigger vocabulary in it. Sorry if this one is really crappy, I was just dying to write this chapter, but at the same time I was still devastated from what happened. Ahhh~ Oh well. As long as chapter 12 is up, the story shall continue!


"You ready now Ralphly? C'mon, keep your eyes open while I do this m'kay?"

"Jack...Please, I'm not so sure if I'm ready for this!"

"Ralph! Clam down, pfff! It's not like it's gonna hurt!"

"Yeah right!"

"Oh lighten up and have some fun Ralphly! Get on the wild side a bit."

"I will as long as it ain't gonna hurt me."

"Gosh, Ralph, just keep your eyes open, and don't scream. It'll-"

"Yeah yeah yeah, I know, it's gonna get attention if I do."

"M'kay now...Three, two, one..."

"Jack!"

Sighing, Jack stopped what he was doing and turned around. He was a bit irritated at the distraction, but not Ralph. Ralph was glad that the twins came to interrupt.

"What is it now Sam? I told you not to bother me and Ralphly time! Geez!"

The red head rolled his eyes and dropped the dead pig he held in his hands to the ground. He sheathed back his knife, and stood up, completely facing the twins. Startled, Sam flushed. "Y-you were showing Ralph how to g-g-gut a pig?" Jack delicately put a hand on a hip, sighed, and nodded. Ralph, on the other case, stood up and started blabbering about. "Well thank goodness you two came cause Jacky-poo here was just about stick his hand into a hole he made at the pig's belly, and rip the thing open from there!" Ralph shivered at this, and so did Eric.

"Ah, no big deal Ralph! You'll get use to it!" Sam said with confidence in himself.

"Errrggg! It's just pretty disgusting!" Another shiver.

Getting impatient, Jack finally spoke out, "Okaaaay, why'd you two even come here?"

And as if the twins just regained all their memory, and everything snapped into place, they remembered. "Right! That!" Eric started. "Well, there's a riot out on the beach Jack! And...Well...it's about you." Surprised and astonished, Jack pointed to himself, he was speechless that there was a fight about him, and he didn't know what to say about that. Eric and Sam nodded concurrently as a reply to Jack, and as for Ralph, he had a worried expression on his face.

He was worried about what started the fight. He was worried that Jack might be dragged into it. He was worried that Jack was going to get hurt. More importantly, he was worried that Jack might be taken away from him. Ralph knew he was sounding selfish, but he couldn't help it. He was this far with Jack, everything was going smoothly, and their lives seemed perfect. Well, other than the fact that they had to "take care" of parentless children who look up to his boyfriend as a leader and that they were stuck on this stupid island away from civilization. So far, everything was jolly good fine.

"If there's a fight, then don't just stand there! Take me to where those asshole boys are!"

With a quick nod, Sam and Eric dashed off, with Jack and Ralph following at their trails.

Once at the open area of the beach, closing into view was two big groups. One group had most of Jack's hunters, some bigguns, and several littuns. The other group had three or two of Jack's hunters (which wasn't a lot at all), most of the bigguns, and several of the littuns as well. But in that group, stood one very important and specific person.

Roger.

Once Jack saw the raven haired boy, he had a clue on what was going on, and he couldn't believe his eyes that this day finally came. The group Jack approached with Sam, Eric, and Ralph, was the group which held most of Jack's loyal hunters. Who was yelling at Roger's group, who too was yelling back. 'This is nonsense!' Though Ralph. And he was right, it was nonsense. And nonsense wasn't the only word that he could use to describe this situation, but right now, I'm not going to list them all. Right now, is the war Jack didn't wish to come. But sadly it did.

"SLIENCE YOU FOOLS!"

One loud roar of that shut up the non-stop hollering of the "savages". "What the hell is going on here?" No one replied to that.

"My, my, my...look at you my merry merry Merridew. All puzzled now are you? Of course you are!" giggled Roger, with a malicious grin on his tan face. Jack's face turned red, boiling with rage as he saw Roger walk up to him. 'It looks like he's gone as batty as hell. It's like someone threw him into a salad mixer and stopped spinning the thing after ten long and insane minutes.' Jack rolled his eyes as Roger still smirked about. "You know what's going on right my merry merry Merridew? They know. And they know because of me." At the end of that sentence, Roger placed his hand on his chest, informing himself. "Silent are you Jack? Heh, I'm surprised you know. I thought that when I told them, they'd ALL go against you and that stupid son of a rabbit horse eating crap-ass face, face puking elephant diving into the sea with a mackerel in his hand and gay boyfriend stealing crush person who ALWAYS gets what he fucking wants boy."

Okay, that was the last straw for Jack. Saying bad things about him, he could handle, but about Ralph. No, that's just too much now. Especially calling him that really long, really stupid, and insulting name pissed the living daylights out of Jack. And so, an adrenalin rush came over him, and he attacked Roger.

Jumping on top of him was the first thing Jack did. He pinned back Roger's arms, holding then down by the wrist. "What are you gonna do my merry merry Merridew? Rape me?" Laughter was heard from behind, and Roger smiled at himself. Angered, Jack punched the boy right in the nose, which quickly made a line of blood drip out from Roger's nostrils. Since Roger didn't want to leave it like this, he got the strength to rapidly recover from the dizziness he just went through. And in a split second, he lifted his upper body up, and bit deep and hard into Jack's shoulder, causing it to let trickles of blood fall. And so wincing in pain, Jack unknowingly let go of Roger's wrist and held his left shoulder, to cradle the pain. But that was the wrong move. Roger, not done with his attack, tackled Jack down, now the two were in the opposite positions. This Ralph couldn't stand anymore. And this was what he didn't want the outcome to be at all! No one was helping either two. They were just standing there as if entertained with the two strongest boys on the island fighting each other. So mustering up all the courage, he was about to step into Jack and Roger's fight, but Ralph's hand was held back by a certain blond. "Maurice..." Ralph mumbled under his breath. "Look, Ralph you don't wanna be a part of that. In the end we'll know who'll-" Before the boy could even finish his sentence, Ralph knuckle punched him right on the mouth. Maurice fell at this, but as a counter, he hit at Ralph's feet, making the fair haired drop down on his butt. Maurice then kicked him in the stomach, making Ralph clench it in response. Maurice slowly stood up, but before regaining full balance, Ralph, just in the nick of time, roundhouse kicked Maurice at the knee, which caused the boy to drop back down to the rocky soil, and check upon his stinging knee.

While that all happened Jack had kicked Roger in the crotch, and then attained his chance on being on top once more.

"How the bloody hell could you betray me? And especially my trust!"

"You betrayed my heart Jack!"

"I NEVER loved you! So stop taking things so hard!"

"Hell no! Either you'll be mine, or Ralph'll be dead as the pigs we eat for dinner!"

Jack suddenly froze. The idea of Ralph being as dead as the pigs just crystallized Jack's heart and it started to beat fast. Taking this to his advantage, Roger was about to strike at Jack's head, but his was abruptly held back by a dirty blond haired boy.

"Your one of Jack's hunters aren't you?" Hissed Roger, "Your not suppose to interfere, that means your boss is a total loser."

Snapping out of his sudden fantasy world, Jack repossessed his conscious. He got off of Roger; who was let go of the boy who gripped onto his arms, and walked back to his group. As for Jack, his main priority was checking up on Ralph, who was having a bitch-slapping contest with Maurice. Both were getting slower, a sign of then loosing energy. Getting there, Jack pushed away Maurice, who was taken by some other bigguns, and brought to Roger. Ralph though, plopped down onto the ground, tried, exhausted, and breathing heavily for air.

"Listen Roger, we'll settle this later. For now, get your own side of the island." Jack's tone of voice was soft, but firm. He had no intension to show Roger he was worried, or he still felt pain from the wound he received.

"Fine Jack. But you better watch out for your little boyfriend. He just might be-"

"LEAVE NOW YOU FUCKING FAG! YOU COULD GO TAKE FUCKING CASTLE ROCK! JUST FUCKING LEAVE!"

Flinching, Roger quickly turned, and with his group, walked away to the other side of the island. The part of the island where feast take place, and deaths occurred. And where Castle Rock stood.

Them being out of sight, the people who were on Jack's side, suddenly came to aid. They showed sympathy, and they had sorrow in their voices.

"Chief-"

"Not now Bill, I'll explain later. Right now, we need to treat Ralph, and myself. Anyone here good with bandages?"

No hands raised, but then the same dirty blond haired boy who helped Jack earlier had raised his arm.

"My mom was a nurse, so I kinda know how to." He shyly laughed at himself, and scratched the back of his head.

"Hey...I remember you; you're that kid from the choir who use to crack a joke every five minutes!" Jack winced in pain after being surprised. 'I guess I shouldn't over do myself...dammit...'

"Yeah, I am," he nervously laughed, "name's Kenneth, but call me Kenny 'lright?" Jack nodded, "Could you please carry Ralph, I'd do it myself but-"

"Got it chief!" With that, in one quick movement Kenny lifted Ralph over his shoulder with care. "Well I'm pretty glad that we built the huts far from Castle Rocks!" "That's the good thing. Alright, Sam and Eric, lead us there." The twins looked over to Jack, his eyes concerned, and so they listened to him. They knew explaining this situation was really going to be a long chat with the others, but it will be worth it. They're just lucky enough that Jack's hunters, some bigguns, several and littuns still had faith in Jack.

'It's just like what Roger said. And so the war starts...'


Yeah, I know, the ending is waaay crappy. XD I couldn't think of the best way to end it, and sorry for the random character I added. I was actually planning to make him Kenny McCormick from South Park, but I didn't. lol Ken's just a random character that I need cause there isn't much boys named in Lord of the Flies~ Well, thank you for reading and being patient with meeeee! Hugs and kisses, and for those who flame (if thats still possible O.o) it'll still be used to cook the pig!