Author's Notes: Hello my lovely little savages! Thank you guys for all the love and support that you give me I enjoy reading your comments and I love writing these stories for you guys.

Without further adieu! (I own nothing...)

"Yes...I...beast."

The girl looked away to the water and watched the surface calm down. It was soft and peaceful here, no sound other than their breathing breaking the silence. The island began to voice its opinion about the situation the girl and Ralph were in when Ralph broke the fragile silence.

"...I didn't expect a girl...of all the things, a girl was the beast."

For the first time since she could remember, the girl felt the heavy weight of sadness weigh down her heart. She looked at the still pond and saw the two sitting together. Ralph was watching the pond too but he wasn't upset. His blue eyes had an almost amused look about them, his jaw was relaxed and he didn't even touch the long fringe of hair that decided to defy him by hanging in his face. Although he was amused that he was once afraid of a girl, he had his head in his hands.

When he flashed his eyes in the pond to her, she turned her attention to the dirty creature sitting beside Ralph. The tangled matted mess of hair was escaping the creeper tie from behind and her flashing green eyes glowed soft in the water. She breathed out of her mouth instead of her nose because it was crooked and small. She noticed the stain of dried blood on her legs and arms, was it hers or the hunts'?

"You're bleeding..." Ralph's reflection reached out to wipe the blood running down the creature's arm but she moved away. He wavered in his approach and slowly wiped away the blood from the forearm.

He was gentle and his reflection went to wash off the blood. One touch and the water mirror was disturbed. The ripples in the water distorted her features, making her eyes look bigger and scarier than before.

She looked away and nearly bumped into Ralph's nose. She jumped back and went for her knife when Ralph raised his hands.

"Sorry! I'm so sorry!"

The girl looked at her knife in her hand and slowly put it on the ground. She crawled over to Ralph and raised her hands like Ralph. She waited for him to move again; Ralph put his hands on his lap and she did the same.

She mimicking me?

He raised his right hand and she raised hers. He reached over and touched her face to see if she would follow his lead. She questioned his actions but followed his actions. His hand was warm against her cheek and reminded her of a time long ago before Ralph or the boys came to the island, before she became the Beast.

Ralph dropped his hand and after she had dropped hers, he stood and held out his hand. She looked at it, expecting an answer from the tanned hand.

"Take my hand." She looked up and gently grasped his hand. He helped her to her feet and pointed towards the beach.

"Come with me? I can give you some food and clothes..."

She felt the crushing fear of discovery bearing down on her heart when she understood what he was offering to do for her. She let go of his hands and raised her hands. She backed up slowly, shaking her head and trying to tell him why but coming up with nothing.

"Please come back with me." He was pleading now and she almost went with him, but the fear reminded her that they were find out what she was and that she will be hunted down by the savages on the island.

"No...afraid...savages kill me!" She run to the nearest tree and began to climb up the trunk into the trees tops.

"I can make sure they won't! You'll be safe with me!" Ralph began looking in the trees to try and see her but all he could see were leaves.

"They will..." she whispered. She poked her head out one more time and waited for Ralph to notice her. Once he did, she talked very softly.

"Protect you and tribe...promise..."

"You promise?"

She nodded and held out her hand. He took it and have it a small squeeze. They made a promise to each other without saying anything: if Ralph didn't tell the boys about her until she was ready, she would protect them and help them to hunt for food. As she disappeared into the trees, Ralph felt nervous about walking back to the beach; he felt like someone other than the girl was watching him.

Early the next morning, Ralph woke up to screaming. It was Percy, screaming like he was in pain.

Ralph ran outside to find Percy screaming at something on the beach; although it was still very dark, Ralph could see the blood leaking from the body onto the sand. He ran to the dead body and once he moved it over he noticed how big the nose was, too big to be human.

It was the snout of a freshly slaughtered boar, the warm blood of the boar that had terrified Percy to screaming.

"I'm sorry, sir...I...I..."

"It's alright, Percy, I understand." Ralph picked up Percy and Percy rested his head against the older boy in comfort. "Percy, what are you doing up so early?"

Percy didn't answer for a while so Ralph thought he went back to sleep when he felt hot breath on his chest. "What, Percy?"

Percy raised his head and looked down at the sand before he whispered, "I heard singing...I heard my mom singing..."

Ralph hugged the child closer and rubbed his back in comfort. Ralph knew how much he missed home, hell they all missed home. Ralph missed his warm, soft bed with his little window facing the sunrise. He missed the warm arms of his father and nanny, and he missed the normal life he once had.

"Ralph...will we ever get home?" Percy's big sad face searched Ralph's eyes for answers Ralph did not know. Ralph wished that he could say something, anything to make little Percival Wemys Madison of Harcourt Street in Anthony, Hants, believe that one day they will be home and this whole experience is nothing more than a bad dream. However, Ralph could only say that they will be home soon.

Percy nodded off in Ralph's arms and once Percy was deep enough not to wake up when he was moved, Ralph carried him back to his shelter and covered him with some of the ragged blankets they found near the wreckage of the plane all those years ago. Ralph was going back to his hut when he noticed someone dragging the boar's dead body to the light of the fire.

The long hair gave away the person while she began to skillfully skin the pig, "You scared my friend."

The girl looked up and looked surprised that Ralph was still up. She moved over to give him room on the sand, which he took. He noticed how dark it was outside and wondered how she could skin the boar without cutting herself or the meat. His unspoken question was answered when she sliced her thumb on the blade of her hunting knife, "Shit!"

"Watch your tongue!" Ralph whispered harshly as he looked back to the huts. No one stirred except for Piggy, who snorted and continued on sleeping as though nothing had happened. When Ralph saw that no one was up, he looked back at the girl, who finished skinning the boar and began the task of removing the organs and bones from the muscle.

"Hey, you have to be quiet! They almost woke up!" Ralph waited for her to respond when he noticed that her face was focused on nothing but the cleaning of the boar. Her eyes were trained on the red of the meat and black of the fur that once covered the boar while her dirty hands slipped. She nicked herself a couple more times but she didn't swear as loud as before. She worked quickly and quietly, pausing to look up into the sky, and going back to the boar, working faster and faster. Finally the boar was no more and only large hunks of meat remained sitting on the boar's skin.

"Wow."

"Stick." Ralph looked at her with a question just on the tip of his tongue when she repeated the one word, "Stick!"

"A stick?" She rolled her eyes and leaned over the sand in front of him. She slowly drew a small picture of two forked sticks standing up in the sand with a long spear resting in the middle of the forked sticks.

"Oh! You mean a roaster!" Ralph ran to the forest and looked around for the perfect forked sticks to use. Once he snapped the sticks off the trees, he found a long spear laying near his hut and walked back with his treasures in tow. The girl took the spear and speared the meat until it was centered and unable to fall off while Ralph dug the sticks into the sand; he wiggled the sticks to make sure that he had dug deep enough so they didn't lose the meat in the fire.

Together they placed the heavy meat onto the fire and watched the flames lick up the raw meat, making the juices fall down into the flames, sizzling as it was cooking. Although he wanted to sleep a little more, Ralph sat outside watching the fire with the girl. She yawned and leaned back on her hands for a while before she leaned against Ralph's shoulder. Without thinking, Ralph wrapped an arm around her shoulders and allowed himself to be comfortable with her being there.

She was quiet and still, her breathing even and deep. Ralph looked over and saw that she had fallen asleep using his shoulder as a pillow. He found this comforting and almost cozy as the sun slowly rose into the sky. The colors of the sunrise were intense and beautiful, full of wonder and awe. Ralph felt his eyes get wider as the colors brightened and in his excitement, he woke up the sleeping girl; she groaned and glared at the boy before noticing the sunrise.

She stared up at it, almost in wonder of what it could be before nuzzling her head into Ralph's side. He pulled her closer and made sure that she was comfortable before enjoying the company and warmth that she gave him.

As the sunrise ended, and a new day began, she picked up her small portion of meat and Ralph walked her back to the tree line. He watched her climb up the trees and disappear into the forest. He just stood there, staring off into space, not thinking about anything except the girl who called herself "the beast".

She had to have a name. She didn't come to this island calling herself, "the beast." I have to know her name. I need to know her name.

Although "the beast" was nice to Ralph and his tribe, she hated Jack. She would steal meat, make threatening noises, and scare the littluns until they cried. She liked everyone but Jack and Roger. She watched from on top of the trees as Roger was hitting a littlun for crying. She growled even though she knew that he wouldn't be able to hear her.

Roger was an asshole, a bully, a savage to every living thing on the island. He was like a rabid dog that should be put down or treated.

The littlun stopped crying and Roger walked over to Jack, who was skinning a sow and cleaning her up. She climbed down slowly to hear the conversation without being seen by any of the other boys. Although their voices were very faint, she could hear the anger in Roger's voice, "...don't see why we should help them."

"Roger, we need to unite the tribes. The Beast is bolder and I think it might..."

"But we're hunters!"

"We can't catch this thing, Roger! It's not like a pig! We can't circle it and stab it until it dies! This thing..."

"Is probably just the others pulling our legs."

"My word is final Roger, we need to help Ralph."

"The Beast" watched as Roger stomped away and picked up a pink rock. He hurled it into the ocean, watching the tide engulf it as it made a PLONK.

She remembered back when Ralph was shorter and his hair didn't fall into his face as much as it does now. Someone got hurt here, there was blood and a lot of it. The person was really small and he didn't put up much of a fight. Roger was the one hurting him, stabbing him with the spear. Jack actually pushed Roger into the ocean after that.

He said...he said that kid...made a mistake...that he didn't deserve that...that he was just a "littlun"...

Roger began to throw more rocks into the ocean and The Beast turned her attention to the other littluns at Castle Rock. They were sharpening spears, eating meat, or tending the cooking fire while Roger threw rocks and Jack sat on his seat. He looked over the littluns as they worked; he wasn't as smug as he was when he was younger. She noticed the dark bags under his eyes and the lines that were appearing on his forehead.

Jack might not be bad...he is a leader, although a little mean...

Author's Notes: Hmm...maybe Jack was right to call Roger a menace. I mean, I would! (And I do ;). ) Anyway, what will happen to Jack now that Roger is angry? Will Ralph find out The Beast's real name? Tune in next time for the answers to these burning questions!

Until next time, my lovely little savages!