Author's Notes: Hello my little savages! We left off the story with The Beast reconsidering her thoughts about Jack and Roger. What are your thoughts about them? I know you know how I think about them because you're reading what I think about them.
Also forgive me for going AWOL for the longest time, it has been a slow few months for me. Also if you are a Kuroshitsuji (Black Butler) fan like me, you will be excited to know that I am attempting to write a Sebastian X OC story. Warning though, I may be rewriting the story a hundred different ways before I put it on so be patient.
On with the story! (I own no one...)
Ralph watched the tree line as the sun began to rise in the sky, watching for a certain wild-haired girl to swing down from the treetops with some kind of prize. This was the first night that she didn't come down from her lofty height to sit on the beach and watch the sunrise with Ralph, who was getting worried that she ran into one of Jack's savages before she could make it here.
"Ralph!" the twins shouted, holding a letter in Sam's hand. Ralph took it and read it quickly, not eager to see what Jack wanted from him. The writing wasn't as neat as Jack's but it might have been written by one of the younger boys. As Ralph read the note, the twins stood by the fire, poking it to make sure it was still strong, "Hey Ralph, where was that girl last night?"
"Yeah, that girl with the creeper in her hair, where was she?"
Ralph froze leaning over his pack. He looked at the twins' smiling faces with the corner of his eye and felt himself begin to sweat.
How in bloody fucking hell did they find out?!
"I don't know who you're talking about."
"The girl! The girl who keeps falling asleep on your shoulder!"
"Yeah, the girl that keeps hunting for us, Ralph!"
Ralph rushed at the twins and covered their mouths. Ralph looked all around and saw no one else around to hear them. Once he was satisfied with how empty the beach was, he uncovered their mouths and scolded them in a whisper, "Look here, you two can't go around saying things like that, the others will think you've gone mad."
"But sir, the girl is real right?" Sam whispered back.
"...Sam, Eric, for right now, you need to mind your own business ok?"
"Yes sir," they whispered in unison before running off down the beach like a couple of little kids; they jumped and ran out of sight like nothing had happened in the past couple minutes. Ralph was left standing there, alone and confused at why they were so able to forget so easily.
Ralph shook off the feeling, picked up his pack and started his journey up the mountain to the ashes of the old signal fire where Jack told him to go.
Roger was sick of Jack being the leader.
All he did was make sure that those stupid littluns were safe and sound while the hunt is getting away. Just today one of them fell off a rock and probably hurt his leg during a hunt and Jack had the gall to make him stop and bring the stupid kid back to camp. It was so unfair how one little careless person stopped an entire hunt for the Beast.
Roger was fuming at the recent events when Jack found him throwing rocks into the ocean, "Roger, I need you to watch over the little ones for a while."
"Where are you going?"
"Nowhere, I wanna check the traps around camp to make sure nothing's there. Maybe we won't need to find the Beast, maybe it'll come to us."
"But I know where it is!"
Jack stopped climbing down the rocks and looked at Roger with narrow eyes, "Where is it?"
"We checked everywhere except one place, and we've found nothing to say that the Beast is real. What's to say..."
"Stop! I do not want to know your theories! You know why we can't go down to the beach!"
"Screw the treaty! We need to kill the Beast!"
"The Beast is not there!" Jack finished climbing down the rock face and was walking into the forest when Roger had the thought to throw rocks at him. It was perfect, there was no one else around. Jack's back was turned, and all he had to do is throw hard enough at Jack's red head. As he picked up the pink rock, Jack's red hair disappeared into the forest greenery and Roger let his arm drop. The rock fell with a loud THUMP and Roger glared in the direction of where Jack went into the forest.
As the blonde boy traveled up the mountain, he heard very little noises that he associated with The Beast. There was no twig snapping or light shaking in the leaves to tell him that she was watching over him; it unnerved him greatly to be in silence, because it put the evil, panicking thought that she was killed into his head. It stirred and festered in his brain and his heart.
Wait a moment...
Ralph stopped dead in his tracks when he thought about The Beast; she was wild and strange, but what was to be expected living on this island for as long as she has been?
It wasn't like he didn't respect and fear her a little bit, which was once again expected for someone akin to a wild beast like herself; she was strong, able, and somehow kind. She was nice enough to hunt and kill food for him and his friends, nice to protect them from attack, just...just nice I general.
She's so kind to us and so protective...she has nothing to gain or lose by helping us or Jack...she has lived on this island for...much longer than any one else on this god forsaken island...she didn't need to help us at all...
Ralph continued to walk up the mountain, deep in thought about why this...person wanted to help out a tribe of boys when he heard someone groaning. They sounded like they were hurt and in a lot of pain, "Hello, what's wrong?"
The groaning increased and Ralph followed the noise off the path and into the forest, pushing aside leaves and bushes to try and find the person in pain.
"Answer me! Tell me your name!"
"...b-beast..." Ralph stopped and started pulling leaves and branches down trying to find Beast quicker. She sounded hurt and in a lot of pain.
If someone like her is groaning in pain, than it must be terrible.
"Beast! Speak to me!"
"...h-here...R-ralph..."
Ralph pulled aside one more bush and saw a pool of dark red blood next to the Beast. She was bleeding from her stomach, the ruby red color staining the clothes she was wearing and the pale hand that was trying to stop the bleeding. She was staring off into the distance until her eyes focused on Ralph, her frown being replaced by a shy and tentative smile.
"B-beast...why are you...how...?"
"...hunters...got hurt...saved a 'littlun'...so...c-cold..."
Ralph knelt down and covered the hand over her stomach, the red liquid seeping through his fingers.
"How long have you been here?"
"...do not...know..."
Ralph set his pack down and curled his arm under her knees. He placed the other behind her back and slowly lifted her up. She was amazing light for how strong she appeared to be; he draped the extra clothes he had brought over her to try and keep her warm.
"R-ralph..."
"Beast, hold on, I'm taking you to the beach. You need help..."
For once she didn't try and stop him.
Author's Notes: Well...there you go... Ralph actually cares for the Beast. Go figure...JK!
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