Sorry I haven't updated in a while. I felt the need to so in my haste I came up with this. The first part I had written a little while ago, but never got around to finishing this until today. I know the beginning is a bit cliche, but I thought it kind of fit. There's quite a few subtle references to other characters from other stories in this chapter, mainly how their personalities.

This chapter is kind of like a filler or something, it's not done well at all, but I'm slowly coming out of a writer's block...so deal with me please? Thanks.

R&R!

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"Really guys?" Ralph stood over Sam and Eric, both whose faces were in the process of being smeared with fruit derived paint. Sam looked up at him; Eric was still focused on the paint.

"Well it's not like we want to.."

"It's just-"

"Jack is making us."

"He's awfully scary."

Sam nodded in agreement while creating a white streak down Eric's arm. Ralph scowled.

"Come on, he has enough hunters already!"

Sam and Eric were focused on painting each other. Ralph couldn't be sure whether they were ignoring him or not. He raised his lip into a snarl.

"He has enough hunters, and we have enough bloody pigs! Don't tell me I'm losing you guys too."

"You're not losing us; you don't have to worry about that. Besides, it's not pigs this time."

"Well same thing for the be-" Ralph stopped. He noticed the peculiarity in Eric's way of speaking. It was full. Sam stopped painting, he noticed the same thing.

"Eric…?" Eric stood. Ralph's hair raised on end, the air was cold. "Eric?" He reached out and took hold of Eric's shoulder and whipped the small boy around. His eyes were full, deathly black. Ralph started back and tripped over a root. Sam stood, his eyes were the same. Eric started towards Ralph, Sam was in the back, grinning cynically.

"Come on Ralph, have some fun." Eric's eyes began streaming, running down his face.

Ralph stifled a scream and got up, running into the dark foliage. He didn't care where he was going, so long as he got away from the demonic possession. He came full sprint into a clearing and stopped dead. In the clearing were numerous black masses, unmoving. Ralph was frozen, unmoving; nothing could sense his invisible vibrations. After standing for what seemed like hours, Ralph moved forward. He gasped, the black masses were pigs. Though they were mannequins. He reached out for one, but not before his ears burned with screaming. Instinctly curious, he peered out of the trees, to where the screaming was happening. In the clearing was his camp, his poorly built shelters strewn everywhere. There were silhouettes on top of something, ripping and tearing. Screams echoed off the trees, and blood was everywhere, but it was mesmerizing to Ralph's murky blue eyes. He saw things flying, one of which landed near him. He strained his eyes, which snapped back in horror. Upon the ground were broken glasses, streaked with black. A scream managed to escape his throat, but was quickly covered by his protecting hand. But the screaming had stopped, and was heard by the largest of the masses. Its bat-like ears raised and, flesh in mouth, started slowly towards Ralph, snarling as it went.

Ralph stayed rooted, sweat rolling down his face. The other silhouettes noticed, and watched from the back. It made its way closer to Ralph, into a patch of the hell-ish beach flooded with calming moonlight. It was a like a dog, hyena-like, eyes inky black, covered in blood. Its mane was red.

Ralph managed a squeak. "..Jack?" The hyena smiled scathingly. A scream tore out of Ralph's chest, he was sprinting. The sound of cackling could be heard behind him, and he took refuge in a thicket. Panting heavily he heard the tribe pass, and sighed. He leaned back, assuming he was safe, and looked up into the face of a toothed, red smile. His eyes froze in his head, his blonde hair stuck to his head. The animal had a black mane, its eyes were black, but it seemed more demonic than the other. Ralph knew who it was, but wasn't able to mutter it before falling into black.

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Ralph awoke to slate-grey eyes peering into his. Ralph was shocked in silence as Roger glared devilishly at him.

"What do we do with 'im?" Ralph started at this voice, which to his odd relief was only Maurice. "Do we take him prisoner? Let him go? …kill him?" Roger got off Ralph and ran his hand through his hair.

"Christ I don't know…"

"Well…." Maurice's 'well' was prolonged, and was then followed by what sounded like paper rustling. Roger turned to see Maurice's nose in the brown hugged book that is Huckleberry Finn. Roger blinked and sighed, putting his hand over his eyes.

"Seriously?"

Maurice replied without taking his face out of the book. "What?"

"What is looking at that book going to do for us? I've read it!"

"Wow really? I don't really see you as the reading type."

Roger narrowed his eyes. Maurice didn't notice. "I read a lot."

"Well then that's good for you." Roger rolled his eyes and focused his eyes downward, contemplating. A few minutes went by filled with nothing but turning of pages.

"We could always just let him go or something, I mean, if we threaten him…I don't believe he'd tell…would you Ralph?" Maurice looked at the adjacent blonde, who was still lying on the ground, shivering. Maurice liked Ralph, but its obvious Roger didn't. Ralph turned his head towards Maurice, his eyes were glassy. Maurice felt the need to repeat himself. "You wouldn't tell, would you?" Ralph looked from Maurice to Roger, whose eyes were slits.

"..N-no…I wouldn't…" Maurice jumped up, causing both Ralph and Roger to start.

"See! Now lets go!" Maurice gathered up his book and turned.

"Maurice, don't be stupid. You really trust him?"

Maurice blinked. "Well yeah."

"Why?"

"'Cause he wasn't really ever the deceitful type, for the time I knew him at least, from what I saw. He always seemed truthful and reliable…not like Jack 'n-" Maurice caught himself, and blushed a little. "Well..he's just honest. So yeah..I trust him." But Roger didn't.

"We're taking him with us."

Maurice was shocked. "Why?"

"I just don't trust him…"

Maurice looked at Roger. Do you trust anyone?

"No."

Maurice immediately straightened his back, his eyes widening. Roger hadn't noticed, he kept talking.

"We can't just take him…someone would suspect or something…we need to make a…a..what is it called? A um..like a ruse or something." His eyes wandered and rested on Maurice's copy of Huck Finn. "Make it look like he died. Or killed himself."

Maurice shook his head.

"Why not?"

"I say we just take him! Confuse these people."

"Do you really need to make this harder? Can't we just go with my plan so no one will search and possibly find us?"

Maurice shrugged.

"Where's the fun in that?"

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Subtle references.