Books » Lord of the Flies » The only ones left alive
Author: sansa-sandor-shipper
1. Only two days 2. Brother, Sister 3. Ugly
Rated: M - English - Adventure/Romance - Published: 12-01-15 - Updated: 12-13-15
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Hey guys, thanks to anyone who is reading this fic. I'm super grateful as this is my first LOTF fanfic.
Just a note that this chapter has emotional triggers with self-harm and self-hatred, I just wanted to give some caution so no one was surprised by the intensity of it.
When Piggy finally returned there was still enough sunlight to light a fire, Louise stood up to make room for Piggy and the other boys glared at him.
"Can't I stay with the fire? I'm not scared of the dark or the mountain Only the Littleums have nightmares." Ralph looked from Piggy to her and was about to speak when Jack butted in.
"I'll go with her," Louise smirked but didn't reply. Jack aimed it at Ralph.
"By today's standard, I don't think she needs rescuing." The boys sniggered and Jack turned a shade of red. Louise felt a degree of sympathy for him but wouldn't want to damage her reputation or sniggered at him and reduce his so she stayed silent.
"I guess you go, Louise." Louise crouched in front of Piggy and said a few silent words of encouragement with a smile. It wasn't fake, the fat boy seemed nice. He handed Louise the glasses and leant his head on his hands. She thanked him and was walking to the jungle when she realized she couldn't bring the glasses back and tend to the fire.
"I'm going to need someone to run back with the glasses." You told the group, Jack as quick as lightning, stood up and walked into the jungle.
"See you tomorrow," Louise added as she chased after Jack. He was still a couple of meters in front of her when he stopped and looked around, the pig's blood and the clay still on his face, Jack looked embarrassed, distraught even.
"You were about to attack Ralph, I don't want anyone getting killed." Jack scoffed and shook his head at the ground.
"You seem pretty intent on getting me killed. Why couldn't you just leave me on the floor without kicking me more, my reputation is in ruins, a girl beat me up and yes I know I wouldn't admit to it in front of you. But it's true, how was I ever meant to serve my country if I can't even beat you?" He sounded distraught. Louise stopped and held his elbow, making him stand in front of her.
"Look, I did everything at the academy. Including gymnastics, as well as things like combat and fitness. I doubt people you have faced thought about jumping over people and not necessarily trying to hit their opponents in the face. I'm just quickly different sort of opponent. Don't worry, your still the toughest boy here, only Roger could take you on." Jack looked at her through his ginger hair and Louise pushed it back.
"I'm sorry. But I don't want anyone to die, I would have done the same for you and beat up Ralph had it been the other way around." Even as she said it, she knew he wasn't convinced.
"Can I ask you something." She asked in the silence. He nodded.
"Why are you so intent on catching a frickin pig?" Jack laughed then and so did she. They were nearly up to the mountain when they stopped laughing.
"I suppose, I want to have a purpose. I don't want to do all the things Ralph wants me to do, there boring and I want to do something where I can run and laugh and have fun. You can't do that building shelters." Then Louise understood, Jack was one of those boys who couldn't stand still, the ones that if they didn't take their medication they were different. He was one of those boys, Louise used to know one in her primary school years.
They reached the top of the mountain and saw the burnt out embers of the fire. Making Jack feel a certain amount of guilt deep in the pit of his stomach. Louise held the glasses in the gaze of the sun, and a small slither of grey smoke crept up to the sky and then a small flame, Jack added a few smaller sticks and then when it got a bigger, more sticks. She handed Jack the glasses and sat down next to the fire.
"I'll see you tomorrow then," Louise told Jack as he wandered down the hill.
"I'll be back." He yelled she smiled and looked into the flames. She predicted Ralph was still pretty ticked off at Jack and wouldn't let it go easily. But Simon could handle him.
Roger looked back at Simon, he was standing in front of the jungle staring at it. Standing up Roger walked to him and stood next to him.
"Whats wrong?" He asked, and Simon turned to him.
"I prayed for the fire to go out. I'm sorry, it's my fault, I didn't mean it. I just don't want to leave you and I'll have to if we go home." There were tears in Simon's eyes and it took all of Rogewillpowerower not to take him in his arms. Roger didn't really care about the fire, he didn't care about going home either. He cared about Simon and didn't want him to cry.
"Come on," Roger said quietly as he walked into the jungle. No one noticed them as they walked away from the camp and walked through the under growth. Deciding that they were far enough away, Roger turned Simon toward him and put his hands on his face. He waited a few seconds before kissing Simon with an aggression he didn't mean to be so intense, but he couldn't help it. When Roger was upset he wanted to hurt someone, the desires to rip and cut and hit and hurt were overwhelming. But instead he was with Simon and he was calm.
"Roger, hold on, hold on." Simon pulled back a little and looked around, he wouldn't lie, it hurt Roger that Simon had pulled away but he didn't want to show it.
"We don't know who could be here, we should go deeper." Roger reluctantly followed Simon as he held his hand. He was trying to pull him back a little, but Simon kept on pulling him forward. Then he pulled him through a smaller rock opening and it revealed a pool of water, that was at the bottom of a small waterfall. Roger had no idea where the water was coming from but he didn't have time to think about it before Simon was pressing him against the stone and running his hands up and down his chest.
Roger began to run his hand down Simon's shirt covered stomach and loosen his trouser waistband. When Roger tried to unbutton Simon's shirt, he stopped him and Roger left it alone. Then he reached his hand down his trousers and palmed his hard dick. Simon moaned as he kissed Roger and it encouraged him to carry on, as he began to stroke cautiously up and down. Roger stopped for a second and looked up at Simon.
"Don't- don't stop." He begged, Roger, smirked and then took hold of his member, making Simon stop. Roger reversed the situation and pushed Simon against the rock. But Roger wanted to see all of him, so he pulled down Simon's trousers and then his tight boxer shorts. It wasn't really big but it wasn't really small, it seemed just in the middle. Simon seemed to notice his nakedness and tried to cover himself up, Roger stood up and began kissing him again before getting close to his ear and kissing his neck there.
Simon opened his mouth slightly and Roger went forward again, kissing him while he placed gentle touches on Simon's rising dick. Roger could feel his own cock straining in his trousers, but he tried to ignore it. Hearing Simon's groans made Roger feel good. He got more pleasure than he would have expected by just listening to Simon's moans and groans. Pumping his hand faster, Roger looked back to Simon who had his head rolled back and was breathing fast. He elicited a noise from the back of his throat then came onto Roger's hand and stomach. His chest rose and fell fast and Roger leaned forward, kissing his neck slowly.
Simon's hands had dropped from Roger's waist but latched back onto him and kept his eyes shut because nothing would hurt him with his eyes shut and he didn't want to leave this moment for the world. Then Simon went forward and hugged Roger. The smaller boy pulled the larger one toward him and just held on tight. Roger kissed Simon's hair and inhaled his scent. It intoxicated him and be didn't care that they hadn't washed in a couple days.
"Why are you so angry Roger?" Simon asked. Roger could list all the reasons why he was angry, but he didn't want to plague Simon with it so he shrugged.
"I just am." Simon didn't ask again, but he did pull away to pull up his boxers and his shorts. Looking up at Roger, Simon fumbled with his hands and blushed at the black-haired beauty staring down at him with no expression, his black hair was swept to the side and long, with high cheekbones, a perfectly sculpted nose, fairly big lips, haunting dark eyes and a defined jawline. Simon had mousey brown hair, a flat face, thin lips, with a slightly Greek nose and not a visible jawline so what did he have to offer.
Ducking underneath Roger's arms, Simon walked away from him and out of the safety of the stone walls. He began to walk uphill toward the mountain, Roger was confused.
"Simon!" He called out, but Simon didn't stop walking even when Roger was running after him. It had just been one kiss, one kiss that turned into something Simon was brought up to find ugly. But how could his connection with Roger be seen as ugly? It was beautiful, he was just too scared to admit it. Simon hated disappointing people but, disappointing his father would kill him. He needed to get away from Roger, keep away from him. Just one kiss, followed by a few more, but that wasn't the point.
He remembered a time, a few days after they'd arrived on the island-
Simon wanted to be on his own, he was scared and worried and wanted to go home. So he walked into the jungle to be away from everyone's sleeping souls. As he got into the undergrowth he thought someone was following him but every time he looked back there was no-one there.
When he got closer to the mountain he leant against a tree and sank onto the jungle floor, pulling his knees up to his chest Simon looked up at the stars and pondered. He hadn't prayed for a day now and he should make up for it. So getting onto his knees he recited the Lord's prayer with hands clasped then kept his eyes closed as he thanked God for his survival and asked him to not punish him for his sins. For Simon had had many thoughts lately about a certain someone that were sinful to another terrible degree and he didn't want to hold it in much longer. Opening his eyes again he saw the butt end of a spear poking out from behind a tree.
"Who-who's there?" Simon asked cautiously. Then Roger walked out from behind a tree and straight up to Simon, he was about to scream but Rogers' hand clamped over his mouth as he picked him up.
Simon was then carried over Rogers' shoulder, whimpering. Roger would almost certainly hurt Simon even if Simon often saw a good in him, he never truly showed any soul or emotion. Simon also knew if he made any noise to alert the others, he would be done for and might as well die right there. So he just whimpered and quivered his lip quietly. They had gone a little uphill before Roger who was surprisingly careful lay Simon down on the grass. There were no trees covering them and the moon shone on them. Roger was still leaning over Simon and he didn't move.
It wasn't like Simon was going to stop him he had been dreaming of a moment like this for weeks, but it was so wrong that's everything in the bible said. That's everything his father taught him.
Roger slowly got closer and closer to Simon laying on the grass, Simon could feel a strain in his boxers but put a hand over it as Roger's hands were next to his head and his chest and face were getting closer and closer. Before they were nose to nose and Roger stopped, seeming to hesitate before pressing his full lips to Simon's thin ones. Simon was surprised when he felt Roger straddle him and then put his hands in Simon's hair. But it felt nice, it felt like he was wanted and all Simon wanted. Someone to hold and someone to hold him, a one to have a one to have him, a person to love and be loved, could he not have that?
Roger pulled away and Simon was surprised as he went up with Roger as far as he could go to lean back on his elbows. Had he done something wrong, was he meant to do something, maybe he was meant to touch Roger? Simon had no idea. But Simon didn't have time to think because Roger was soon on Simon again, pressing his lips to Simon's face and neck.
"Your cute when you're worried." He rasped into Simon's ear, making a shiver run down his spine. When Roger came near Simon's lips he tried to reach out and kiss his face back but always just missed and it made Roger laugh.
"Even cuter when you're annoyed," Roger said as he sat up and examined Simon's perplexed face. Simon let set smile slip and looking down at Simon's hands, Roger linked his hand with Simon's and pressed them to the ground next to Simon's head. Keeping him there, Roger leant down slowly to Simon and teased him. Pecking him lightly on the sides of his lips and running his tongue along Simon's bottom lip. Simon moaned in pleasure or annoyance, Roger couldn't tell but he liked both.
"We shouldn't be doing this." Simon suddenly whispered. Roger halted and sat up, staring down at Simon. He looked scared, vulnerable and worried. Simon wasn't sure what to do when Roger sat next to him, so he just wrapped his arms around Roger's stomach and rested his head on his shoulder.
"Simon stop!" Roger yelled at the top of his lungs, it was only then that Simon turned with tears in his eyes. He hugged himself as Roger approached him.
"What's wrong Simon?" He didn't want to answer but he had too.
"I'm, I'm not good enough." Roger didn't seem to understand Simon's pain as he shrugged his shoulders.
"Not good enough for what." Roger took hold of Simon's shoulders and shook him, but Simon was silent and looked at the floor. After a few minutes of Roger practically yelling at him and shaking him, Simon cracked.
"For you!" Simon finally yelled before the tears overtook him.
"Not good enough for me? What do you mean?" Roger still didn't understand, he never would l get it.
"I'm ashamed of myself, of how I look. Ever wonder why I'm so quiet? I used to be outgoing and open, but people used to bully me. Call me a twig, and threaten how they would snap me, how I was ugly and never would find anyone to love me. Then I moved schools, and Jack started the same thing I had tried to escape. I stopped eating okay, I stopped eating for months and nobody even noticed. Nobody cares. I still don't eat and I have nothing to offer, so why do you follow me out here? Why do you want me? I'm worthless, nothing, I don't matter and everyone knows it. I could be dead tomorrow and people wouldn't notice. I self-harm and cut and it can help the pain go away, but it never solves it. Sometimes I even hope I go to deep and split a vein so this can all go and I can end up wherever I'm meant to. Your beautiful and confident and even if people are intimidated by you, they notice you and don't make fun of you. You have everything I've ever wanted, and I can't have it because I'm not worthy of it so why don't you just go!" Simon turned around again and ran up the hill.
Roger just stood there. With silent tears rushing down his face, the thought of Simon hurting himself because of other people made his blood boil. But he couldn't decide which hurt more, that Simon expected so little of him or that he had stood by when boys had bullied Simon back at school. Why was he such a coward? Roger didn't wait to answer and just ran after Simon.
"I'm back!" Jack called as he came back to camp with Piggy's specs. Handing them to Ralph he leant the but side of his spear stood outside of the circle of boys.
"Look, I'm sorry about the fire alright, but what's the point of sitting on our arses doing nothing? There is no point so why are you still here. Where's Roger? I need someone to help me bring the pig down." The others shrugged their shoulders.
"He went someone in the jungle, take your other hunters," Ralph said looking at the ground as he gave Piggyback his glasses. Jack groaned and stood up, Bill, Robert and Maurice ran after Jack and they disappeared into the undergrowth. Ralph was still pissed with Jack, but he had a point, they needed to carry on the way they had before. They couldn't just give up at the loss of one ship that may not have even seen them even with a fire.
"I'm going for a swim, all of you can look sorry for yourselves if you want," Ralph announced as he stripped down to his boxers and ran out to the water, soon joined by the rest of the bigums aside from Piggy and some of the Littleums.
Jack approached the fire mountain and pushed back his fiery hair, he couldn't pretend like he didn't like Louise, she was almost a female copy of him but she was a better person. Why wouldn't Jack like her? He'd had and his dreams last night were full of images of her. Just of Louise smiling and running about of the beach with Jack, nothing else, just them being normal. More like children than young adults.
She was still sitting there, just looking at the horizon. Jack wished the other boys weren't with him, but they could take the pig down.
"Hey you three get the pig and take it down, it's a smaller one than last time. So get two at the back, one at the front." They obeyed him and soon were sniggering their way down the hill, leaving Jack to sit next to Louise. She ignored him, but when Jack had been staring at her for a few minutes she turned her head and he raised an eyebrow. Louise sniggered but didn't say anything.
"Did you have any family back home?" Louise suddenly asked Jack, that sour subject was not something he liked talking about if he was honest.
"Can we talk about something else?" Turning her eyes back to the fire, Louise stayed quiet.
"Want to go for a walk?" Jack asked, and she glared at him.
"We can't leave the fire, that's the reason I nearly killed you in the first place, don't make me do it again. You can leave if you want to but I'm not leaving this fire."
Then Jack stood up and left, leaving Louise alone in the dark with just the fire.
The next day, Louise was back on the beach and she sat in the entrance of Ralph, Piggy and Simon's shelter. Then she stood up and walked onto the beach as the others slept, she was angry, angry at Jack Merridew the one person she couldn't stop thinking about. She hated herself for it, but there it was.
Why didn't she just leave for a day and see what they would do, why didn't she just go off into some trees and stay there for a night of a day? Louise was all ready to do it, when she turned and someone was standing behind Louise was intent on going into the trees and she walked past Jack toward the jungle. He seemed to chase after her and then pulled back her arm.
"What are you doing?" He questioned. She wrenched her arm from his grip and glared in the moonlight at him.
"I'm going into the jungle, isn't it obvious." She tried to walk forward, but he stood in front of her.
"No your not, you'll die." If Louise wasn't to pissed off with him, she might see it as him caring. But she wasn't in the mood.
"Oh, of course, you would care. I don't like you. Your selfish and crazy and weird and intimidating and annoying and your hunters are little shits and-" He stopped her by pressing his lips to hers and pushing her back into a tree. He lifted up her legs so she was straddling him and Louise held him behind his neck, kissing him fast and hurriedly. She didn't know why she submitted to his rough touch and how the bark rubbed against her back, but it made her feel that feeling in her stomach that she loved. Suddenly she pushed him back.
"You can't do that again. I don't want to talk to you anymore." Turning away from him, she walked slowly away. Then Jack walked away as well.
It had been four days since Louise and Jack had talked and four days since the last taste of boar.
"I'm going for a walk," Louise said out loud as she walked away from the platform. Walking from the beach, into the rays of the sun. Her skin had already turned an olive colour and her hair was always limp and greasy, she had learned not to care. The hot sand burned her feet but she wanted to get away from everyone and everything, she wanted to forget about Jack Merridew. How could she, his perfect hair and freckles and face and body and everything? Why did he have to be so aesthetically perfect?
Simon wasn't talking to Roger, and Roger didn't get why he wouldn't at least be civil. It had put Roger in a permanently foul mood and everyone noticed, plus the fact that they hadn't had anything to eat for about four days and fruit didn't count, but Roger was more concerned with Simon. He had caught Simon in the jungle with Jack's knife the other day. Making cuts on his wrist, crying while he did it, but as soon as Roger intervened, Simon stood bolt upright and ran away.
Roger knew that Simon wouldn't last forever but he was hurting himself and refusing to eat, passing it off as stomach aches to the rest of the camp but Roger knew. He knew very well what was wrong with him, but Simon wouldn't talk to him about it.
If he was honest he knew he was shit, he knew that he enjoyed pain and screams and intimidating people. He knew he was unkind, selfish and all the time he was bored. But it wasn't all gloom for Roger, well it hadn't been, when Simon joined the school him and about six other boys would go to the church regularly and Roger would follow him there. Hide behind the benches at the back of the church, just watching him from afar and sometimes Roger would pray by himself, silently. But know he didn't know what the light at the end of the tunnel was, he didn't have hope anymore and he just wanted to die even more than usual because Simon wouldn't say anything.
The whole camp hadn't heard Simon's voice since the outburst at Roger, only his whimpers and crying. The sun was beating down on Roger's skin and he saw Simon sitting on a rock, the sun on his darker skin. His dark hair blew in the wind and made his shirt cling to him, Roger knew heaven was waiting for him, and it just couldn't wait to take him. But also that Roger would do anything to keep him. He was the closest to heaven Roger would ever be and he didn't want to let go of him now while he was so close.
Walking toward Simon, Roger sat silently next to him and leant his arms on his knees. Looking out to sea, the waves rippled in and out of the little alcoves and rocks around the front of the island, it was calm and even the Littleums were quiet today only the sea made a sound and Roger looked behind him for any suspecting bigums but they were all out of earshot. Reaching down he lay a hand on Simon's and Simon quickly pulled him away.
"Simon, please." Roger pleaded. His eyes boring into the side of Simon's head but it didn't turn and Roger just carried on staring at him.
"I'm so tired of being here."
"Anything that's beautiful people want to break, you are beautiful and I'm afraid. I don't want you to die okay, I'm afraid one day you'll go too far and it'll be too late for you to come back. Please just talk to me." But Simon still said nothing.
"Well fuck you." Roger jumped off the rock and ran away into the jungle, he would never grovel again, he had never been so humiliated in his life. Simon didn't even say a word and Roger practically poured his heart out to him, Roger needed to hurt something he wanted to kill. To hunt, he wanted blood. With hot tears of betrayal in his eyes, Roger ran off to hunt.
Louise sat against a rock in the sun, she hadn't had a drink in a couple of hours and it was finally getting to her, sitting against the rock she felt how her hips bones were digging into her legs and how her legs and arms were ever so slightly thinner with the bone more defined. Her head hurt and her stomach ached. Then she felt it in her throat, gagged and then went forward onto her knees, being sick in front of her, it rolled down the rocks. A mix of foul smelling brown and orange remnants. Sitting back on the rock she groaned and closed her eyes.
Suddenly she was awoken by the sound of the conch being blown, it was nearly night when she awoke. Sitting upright she saw that flies had begun to flutter on and around her sick, she stepped over it and walked back to the island to the camp where most of the boys already were.
Ralph was in heavy conversation with one of the other boys and Jack was criticizing Piggy per usual. As she stood up outside the circle next to Jack, they all looked at her for a second then looked away, they had been talking about her and she knew it.
"Anyway, what's all this talk about a beast," Ralph asked.
"It's what that Littleum said about something in the trees. That dream he had, who was it?" The bigums looked at the crowd of Littleums and in hushed silence, a young boy stepped forward, Percival Wemys Madison, the little boy she had sung to. Ralph handed him the conch. Jack suddenly stepped toward the young boy and knelt down holding his shoulders.
"What was your dream!" He practically yelled in his face.
"I, I, I had a nightmare. There were vines and claws on me and I felt things hurting me and trying to take me away, then I woke up. I was standing in front of the jungle and then, I was awake then, then I saw a dark shape jumping through the trees and then it ran across the sand toward me and I tried to scream but I fell backwards and then I woke up again on the floor in front of the jungle. I turned around and I saw, I saw..." He trailed off and the rest of the group had their hearts in their mouths as they listened open-eyed. The silence was broken by Jack.
"What did you see!" He yelled at the scared little boy. Percival loosened in Jack's grip and looked to Ralph.
"Tell him," Percival whispered his response to Jack, whose face went deadly serious, or scared.
"So, what does he say?" Ralph asked Percival gripped the conch, his knuckles turning white. Jack cleared his throat, snatched the conch and said casually.
"He says, he saw it come out of the sea." The silence was audible, screaming for someone to say something. Louise ripped the conch from Jack's grip and looked at the boys.
"My father was in the navy, he said that not all the creatures in the sea had been discovered yet and that there could be anything in the depths of the sea. I don't believe in the beast of course, just stupid childish talk, but maybe it's not a beast. Maybe it's something else that we don't know about because we weren't told about it in school. How will we ever know unless we see it, or until it's too late and we can't tell anyone maybe-"
"Or maybe there is a beast." Simon interrupted Louise and the boys stared at him.
"Simon? You believe in this?" Ralph asked, sounding completely surprised. Then the heavens broke onto the group, the boys all looked at Simon and Louise furrowed her brow.
"Sit down!"
"Shut up!"
"Get the conch!"
"Shut up!"
Ralph rose up over everyone, his voice heard.
"Everyone shut up!" Ralph yelled. "Simon has the conch let him speak!" There were a few sniggered but silence overtook the camp as Simon sat up and Jack went back to standing next to Louise.
"What I'm trying to say is- perhaps it's just us, perhaps the beast is in us and-"
"Batty!" One of the boys yelled. It was becoming increasingly harder for Simon to get the words out with the onslaught of voices at him, Roger stood up.
"Shut up!" He roared, the whole group shut up and looked pretty scared, Simon silently thanked Roger with a look and Roger nodded before looking down as he looked at the group again.
"I'm just saying maybe we are sort of alone with ourselves too much that we just think about things too much. Then human nature and the essential illness in us all comes out..." He trailed off because of all the laughing and gave the conch back to Ralph. The laughter sent Simon shrinking back into his seat and hugging his legs as he leant over his knees and closed his eyes, tears picking them.
"Maybe he means some sort of ghost." Someone suggested. Piggy snatched the conch from Ralph and spoke indignantly.
"I'll never believe in ghosts- not ever!" Jack seemed even more angry than usual.
"No one asked you, you slug!"
"-I got the conch, Ralph tells him."
"Ooh, Ralph tell him, at the sight of a confrontation, just get your boyfriend to protect you?" Jack imitated Piggy and the hunters laughed.
"Jack, you're breaking the rules! We have to obey the rules to have proper assemblies, there too much talk of ghosts, we should've done this in the daylight ." The boys rolled their eyes and it annoyed Louise.
"Who believes in ghosts." Ralph peered looked into the slight fire lit darkness, the rain was slowly dying out the embers, and they just had to hope the twins could deal with the one on the mountain. He saw a fair few hands risen.
"-I see." He muttered, there was a silence again. Jack held out his hands, and Ralph gave him the conch.
"Who agrees I'm a hunter?" Jack asked the whole camp nodded. No one doubted that.
"Well I've been around the whole island by myself and I haven't seen any beast, if there were a beast would have seen it. Be frightened if you want, but there's no beast in the jungle or the sea, and there are no ghosts. Neither of them exists." The assembly applauded, all except, Piggy, Simon, Ralph, Louise and Roger. Piggy held out his hands and regrettably, Jack has Piggy the conch.
"I don't agree with all Jack said, but 'course there isn't a beast, how could there be? What would a beast eat?"
"Pig."
"We eat pig!"
"Piggy, Piggy!"
"I got the conch!" Piggy announced but they all laughed.
"It's all in your imagination, there ain't no beast and you ought to all shut up because there ain't anything to be afraid of. You talking about ghosts is nonsense, we know what goes on and if there's something wrong, we deal with it." He rubbed his cheek.
"If you get a pain in your stomach, a little one or a big one-"
"Yours is a big one."
"When your done playing around perhaps we can go on with the meeting, and the Littleums are only falling off the platform so they might as well sit and listen, there is nothing to be afraid of, life is scientific. I know there's no beast with claws that can swim and swing in the trees, but that doesn't mean there ain't no fear. You can get scared of people."
A laughter rise in the group and Piggy's protests were drowned by the sounds of mocking and merriment. Then the screams.
They all stopped making noises as two sets of screams came tearing through the jungle and the twins fell before the assembly, breathing fast.
"What is it?" Louise asked them, helping them up.
"A beast, that thing the Littleums were talking about-"
"it was chasing us-"
"It clawed us and-"
"Tried to catch us-"
"We only just got away." The Littleum, Percival, sat down in the grass and began to cry, as did some of the other Littleums.
"But what was chasing you?" Ralph persisted.
"A monster." The twins said in unison as if the two shared a mind and had the same thoughts.
"We're staying here. There's no point going out till daylight, we can't see anything and if we take a torch we'll just attract the beast." Ralph declared and even Jack agreed. He wanted to have the advantage in the situation and running around in the dark wouldn't help.
"Let's have people on watch and just go to sleep." The boys agreed and the Littleums all huddled together in one shelter, Maurice, Bill and Robert to another. Piggy, Ralph, Sam and Eric then Simon and Louise to another and Jack and Roger. But most of the bigums just stayed up, except Maurice, Bill, Robert, Piggy, Samaneric, Ralph and Jack. Louise, Roger and Simon sat next to each other in silence.
Simon knew he had done wrong to Roger, and he wanted to trust him more. Leaning his head on Roger's shoulder, Simon lay a hand on the hand that gripped his spear. Roger seemed apprehensive with Louise there and didn't react to any of it.
Simon got close to Roger's ear. "She knows." He whispered and it was then that Roger felt the betrayal again, he stood up, teary eyed and walked off. Simon knew there was no point in running after him and he scooted closer to Louise and cried silently.
"Come here." She whispered and Simon leant his head on Louise as she stroked his hair. As the hours went on, Simon slipped onto Louise's knee and fell into a deep slumber, she carried on sterling's hair and looking around for Roger. When he finally turned up, he sat opposite Louise, she could barely see his face but it looked ashamed and hurt.
"He didn't tell me you idiot, I guessed. I asked him and he wanted to tell someone." She hissed, looking at the dark haired boy with a glare. His hair covered his eyes but Louise saw the tears.
"Come here." She said, lifting Simon's head she swapped places with a Roger, and let him shuffle down to hug Simon. Letting his head rest on his chest, Roger pulled him close and didn't let go. It was then that Simon woke and put an arm around Roger.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean too. But Louise guessed and-" he stopped when saw Roger's face.
"It's my fault, I'm sorry Simon. I should be glad to hear your voice, I've missed you." Clutching Simon closer to his chest Roger let a tear roll down his cheek at his foolishness.
Louise climbed over the burnt out fire and sat next to the couple as the rain fell. She was just there to overlook them, if someone woke up or walked over, or if there was a beast. She didn't believe in it, but she didn't know and then an unknown beast haunted her thoughts and dreams.