Author's Notes: Hello my lovely little savages! I'm so hyper, I drank a bunch of energy drinks so I can't sleep and I decided to spend this rush writing. Anyway, last time, we saw the Beast in big trouble: life or death trouble. Will she be saved or will the Beast finally be killed?

On with the story! (I own no one...)

The boys have seen a lot of things on the island, but Ralph running down the beach with a bleeding girl in his arms was probably the strangest things they've seen yet. Ralph looked so scared as he was wrapping bandages around her stomach and head, Piggy was glaring at the girl laying on the beach like she was a spy from Jack. Ralph knew that if he didn't work fast, she would die.

The Beast groaned and reached for something, anything to squeeze when the pain was too much but all she grabbed was sand. She kept digging up sand as Ralph worked on her stomach, trying not to scream from the pain that was being inflicted on her.

The Beast reached for something other than sand and felt a clammy hand. It was small, like a child's, and very warm to her freezing cold hands. The Beast looked to her hand and saw a small boy, a littlun, holding her hand and looking at her. His eyes were pleading with her to hold on tight and get better; she held on until Ralph was done fixing her up. She closed her eyes, hearing voices but not really hearing the words that she was trying to relearn.

The Beast felt warm, but not sick warm, when she woke up. She felt warm under the blanket that was covering her as she slept. The blanket was soft and a little smelly but she didn't mind it at all. She could hear voices, but she chose not to care about them for a little while; she enjoyed sleeping under a real blanket and feeling warm and cozy.

"Hey Ralph, she's awake!"

So much for sleeping...

Ralph, a couple of small children, and a boy with a sling walked over to the Beast laying under the blanket, "Are you ok? How are you feeling?"

"...f-fine..." Beast felt so exposed laying down on the beach, only wearing her shorts and chest wrappings (PS. when I mean chest wrappings, I mean something in the way of a sports bra). Ralph sat next to her and a small child sat down on the other side. The little boy looked at her hand and she grabbed his hand with hers, remembering the clamminess of his little hands.

"Is she going to be ok, Ralph?"

Ralph looked at Percy sitting next to the Beast and smiled, "Ask her yourself."

Percy repeated his question and looked up at the Beast with large hopeful eyes. She tilted her head and smiled before picking up the small boy and putting him on her lap. Percy leaned into her and sighed softly as she rubbed his hair, trying to comfort him.

"I will...be...fine."

Ralph smiled and leaned against her shoulder as Percy relaxed into her lap. The Beast felt warm, warmer than when she was under the blanket, and it felt good. The boys walked away and left the three alone on the beach.

As the sun began to slide down past the horizon and the sky turned all sort of beautiful colors, The Beast and Ralph sat side by side listening to the others laughing and playing. Piggy had not come close to them since The Beast woke up and for the moment that was a good thing. The Beast didn't trust anyone named after food anyway.

"Ralph, Ralph!" Eric came running down the beach like a bat outta hell, slipping on the sand until he made his way to the two on the beach, "Jack's coming! The Beast should hide..."

She didn't need to be told twice to hide; she found a lean-to that was not in the line of sight of the invading tribe and hid inside of it, watching the scene play out in front of her. Ralph and the littluns walked towards the painted boys led by Jack. The leaders argued and their arms were moving wildly, like they couldn't control them.

She was ready to wait this out when a hand grabbed her arm and pulled her roughly out of the lean-to. She struggled to escape his grasp but he let her arm go to grab her hair. She felt tears in her eyes at the sharp pain that seemed to stem from the pulling, "You want the beast, well here!"

The Beast felt the sand against her face and on her tongue before she felt the pain of the impact. She felt hands on her back and she struggled against them, afraid that it would be the last time she would be able to, "Let her go! Let her go now!"

She felt little hands on her arm and she clutched onto the little hands, hoping that Percy wouldn't let go.

"He said let her go. Let her go now." The boys' hands left her body and she pushed herself back, away from the painted boys that had touched her. Percy tripped over one of her legs and she cradled him in her arms while Ralph knelt by her side. Jack glared at the boys and they shrank, except for Roger, who glared back.

"She's the beast, we need to kill her."

"She meant no harm, she doesn't even look like the beast the littlun described."

"She attacked us!"

"She didn't do anything!" Ralph glared at Roger and put him between Roger and her. He was ready to fight, to protect the Beast, even if it meant fighting Roger.

Author's Notes: Ok! this is where I have to leave this chapter for now. I promise I will write more but right now, Black Butler marathon and drawing call my name!

Until next time my lovely little hunters!