CHAPTER EIGHT
A symphony of snickers and malicious giggles reached the deepest part of the cave and penetrated through Ralph's dream.
Outside was a picture of blue skies and the air was a warm breath on him. He saw the sun almost setting behind the few trees. He saw the fire, the cooking fire, with a weak dark grey smoke. Just a few inches below him, there were most of the Choirboys, grouped in a circle. Only Jack, Simon and Henry weren't present. They all laughed cheerfully at each other. Ralph had no idea.
"Hahaha! We seriously have got to stop this." One of them said.
"Stop what? Eating?"
Another boom of roaring laughter.
"Yes! Yes!" The voice was trying its best to push out the words despite the laughter bursting from his lips. "Eating our own..." it trailed.
"Shut up." That was Roger, cutting in and ending it abruptly. "If only you saw how that littlun squirmed like a maggot." The indifference in his voice was clear. Ralph couldn't quite understand what he meant.
"Must be hilarious!" Maurice's voice.
"Don't want to give up on this fun. Not yet." Bill's voice.
"But... when do we go back to hunting pigs?" Harold's voice.
Silence was the new melody.
"Soon." Somebody answered with a dubious tone.
"Oh, hey, Choir! How are you boys to-day?"
That was unmistakably Jack's voice. He saw him emerge behind the circle and Ralph scuttled back in the dark, not want to be thought as spying on them.
"Tasty."
"Juicy."
"Delicious."
The redhead sat among the circle and laughed out loud. "I asked about you guys. Not the meat! Perhaps it's always the same. Right, boys?"
The symphony of snickers and malicious giggles broke out one more time. Jack had no idea.
Just a filler chapter...