NOTE: Their is a bit of romance due to some Jalph scenes. But this isn't entirely a Jalph fanfic. I aim it to focus on suspense. Hope I could pull it off!
Enjoy!
CHAPTER TWO
Ralph's eyelids quickly shot up. His heart skipped a beat when he thought he saw the two ghostly faces of his dead friends above him. He abruptly sat up and tried to rub the tiredness and sleep off his eyes. His hearing senses picked up the sound of light feet, careful and nimble ones that trod the rocks. He forced his eyes to open, just in time to see two figures appear at the cave's entrance. His feet raced each other and he hid behind a stalagmite but carefully peeked at the growing shadows.
The Chief and his Executioner slowly advanced to him, armed with nothing, not even with clothes. He thought he saw pity—or even care, etched in Jack's sudden soft blue eyes; Roger's eyes were still a pair of cold and hard stones. This was unlike the Chief and perhaps it was all in his wearisome brain.
"Do you want meat?" Jack's voice resounded in the huge cave.
"Are you talking to me?" Ralph huskily asked.
"No, I was having a conversation with this pointy rock." Jack spat. "Oh, Mr Stalagmite, you want meat? Yes? Too bad you got no mouth! Oh, Ralph who else would I be talking to? Roger's already chewing and I'm not insane to talk to me self yet!"
Then there was silence except for some drip-drip-dripping and Roger's loud chewing mouth.
Without any word, Jack grabbed the confused boy's wrist and led him out to the open where the fire was ready to welcome him in a scorching lethal embrace.