THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS SOME MILD VIOLENT SCENES. READ WITH CAUTION. THIS IS NOT TRUE VIOLENCE YET. THERE WILL BE MORE GRUESOME SCENES LATER. ALWAYS READ WITH CAUTION.

Vocabulary:*SLASHING. It means "to slash." It is a British slang for pee/ urine. So the slashing action action means, pissing/ peeing.

CHAPTER SEVEN

"Staying behind today. Hmph. Why so?"

Roger looked very big with a scary look. Henry was avoiding this intimidating look and muttered, "I'm tired."

"Tired of having fun with us big boys?"

"Fun?" His voice rose a bit too shrill. "Beating up the littluns and laughing at them *slashing in fear? That is your fun. Not mine."

"Tired of being a big boy?"

"Yes," He boldly answered. "Tired of the big bad boys!" Henry purposefully spat the words at the scary savage. But he was looking up at Roger with his neck craned up and the spit only reached mid-air then landed on his own face.

A fist kissed small boy's cheek and Henry staggered aback. His legs wre whacked by a spear. He was already on the ground, pleading for mercy but the older boy didn't stop until tiny red spots oozed out of his legs.

"JOHNNY!" Roger's scream ripped out from his lungs and smoothly cut through the heat.

The kid with this name looked at the direction of the voice that called him. The next second, he was running for his life with a pack of wild Bigguns behind him.

After enjoying an afternoon with Johnny, Roger shouted at the top of his lungs, "Hunting time!" He screeched indecipherable words as he leapt into the forest. Maurice, Bill, Robert and Harold charged after him while screaming the same strange words. Samneric followed but to their misfortune, the twins became the Choir boys' victims of torture.

"Please! Please—"

"—stop it! It..."

"Hurts! Ow!"

"Ouch!"

"Can you carry the pig?"

"We... we..." Eric whimpered. "We..."

"—have to, don't we?"

So the twins carried the pig, like they did before, all the way to Castle Rock.

Roger peered at the two boys in the forbidden cave. Bother were still lying asleep in the dim. The dark haired boy jumped for joy, accidentally dropping his spear.

His hand reached for it but before he felt the woody texture, he heard a voice behind him.

"Did you have fun?"

His heart leapt to his mouth. It thudded wildly and it was the first time his body felt stiff with slight fear. When he spun around, there was nobody else but him who was standing or awake. Both of the boys were still sleeping on the small patch of yellow flowers. His eyes darted around but it was a fact that there was no one awake but him. He picked up his spear, stealthily left, taking silent steps to leave the place. Ralph saw him leave and his green eyes followed him out of the cave, burning with envy.

"Bill, the lovebirds are still asleep." Roger informed the other dark-haired boy when the moonlight hit his robust body. "You know what that means?"

"We get to play with the Littluns." Bill sneered.

"Exactly. And we'll play, my way."

Thank you, my dear supporters of BBaaHH! I want to hug you all but you'll have to deal with this virtual hug instead. :D Remember to always read this with caution! I promised in the prologue that it will twist wildly. It shall. If you no likey, I'm truly sorry. ):