Shortest chapter yet! And remember: slash= piss
Kind of a filler chapter but...
CHAPTER TWELEVE
The night stretched and lay upon the island, dark and cold. The fire was glowing but there was no smoke. Not even a thin grey line emanated from the flames. He stared at the fire which was oh-so beautiful and warm. Then his eyes fell on the running children.
They sure never get tired, he thought. A smile crept up to his face. He remember his youthful days- not that he was that old. Then his smile was quickly extinguished by the number of the littluns. He counted fourteen wild boys. Perhaps there are more children hiding...
But remembered Samneric's news. So much has disappeared, he thought. How can Jack not notice it? He pondered a bit. Oh... A safe conclusion came to him. He was mostly spending his time with me. Perhaps the kids started disappearing when he wasn't around. When Roger's in-charge...
The epiphany slapped him and there was a knot of guilt in his stomach.
The littluns began to flock by the fire, squeezing next to Ralph (the only biggun in the small circle.) They let out their hands at a safe distance to warm themselves. They chatted and made jokes until the hunters have arrived. The kill was a piglet, smaller than their spears. The banters suddenly died in the presence of the older boys. The littluns acted very stilted and stiff, so wary and careful of their actions and almost appeared to be paralysed with fear.
Ralph ripped off a small piece of meat and chewed it slowly. At the corner of his eye, he saw the twins disappearing behind tall trees and thought they were to take a *slash. The shadows engulfed them and the trees concealed them. Later, it wasn't Samneric who emerged from that spot. It was Roger. The twins never appeared again.
Farewell, Sam and Eric.
[[Go ahead and cry with me. TT^TT I do not accept your curses at me though. And, yes, I am grieving at their death. We're both even so don't hate me THAT much D:]]