Finally! An update! I hope to finish this before school starts. (I made an edit after where I left of.)

WARNING: Contains Jalph sexy time. *EDIT: And a death.

There's intentional ungrammatical sentences in the hunter's dialogues (only to show how they're loosely intact with civilastion.) Also used some improper words to empahsise that. Hope it's still understandable enough.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

It wasn't just ten days ago but Ralph couldn't exactly count it. He was drenched in sweat and Jack was looming above him. Euphoria struck the both of them like an electrical shock throughout their systems.

"Wasn't that fun?" Jack asked and released himself from the tight walls of his insides with a soft plop. The boy didn't respond quickly. He was pushed down to the hard rocks and the other boy didn't stop hitting.

He regretted not sleeping on the leafy mattress. But he never expected that. There was the sudden pain and when his eyes shot up, he saw Jack and his wonderful blue eyes. Then the cold wind tickled his legs and he realised that his shorts were off and that a part of the boy was inside him.

His whole body felt stiff and his entrance ached, far too stretched by that long hot rod. The pants emanated from both boys and they slowly crawled up on the leaf to catch their breaths. The silence settled and the wind cooled off their sweat.

"Samneric," Ralph started. "Told me something."

The redheaded Chief didn't speak. Ralph waited. He even reiterated and tenderly called him affectionate nicknames. Jack made no response. Finally, he turned to look at him. Jack's face was illuminated by the soft glow of the moon's light. It was now that he realised and saw how the island wore him out. Savagery had tarnished his face with enough paint. His thin face had stiff muscles that looked as if he had forgotten how to smile. How old he looked, but there still remained a charming aura and he looked perfectly handsome—especially beneath this kind of light. That was what Ralph saw. He mused about how old they could possibly be and gave up, realising that numbers weren't his specialty.

Carefully scooting closer to his warm body, he thought about planting a good night kiss. However, Jack looked too peaceful and Ralph knew it was better to not disturb. He smiled and closed his eyes and surrendered to a peaceful slumber, too.

It was the sound of the ocean crashing on the shore that brought Jack back from the realm of dreams. He felt something warm gently touching his face and he slowly opened his eyes to see Ralph so close to him. He slowly sat up and their lips, though unintentional, had collided for a split second. Jack carefully parted himself from the fair haired boy who had his arms tightly wrapped around his lean body.

"This is odd," the Chief spoke with in a hushed but incredulous tone. "I'm sure we were many. Did the other ones leave?"

The sun was almost smiling but it barely rose above the horizon. Its golden rim burst out of the sea like a slow creeping animal. It was hardly morning and Jack had to talk and suddenly notice the few number of sleeping littluns. They were at the foot of the mountain, the redhead, the choirboys and the sleeping ones.

"Chief, nobody leave." Roger said flatly.

"S-some w-walk! Eyes closed and soft snores but still walk! True!" Maurice stammered.

"But they wouldn't go too far..." Then the Chief was lost in his thoughts.

"Chief, why... you no go back? To Ralph? He... maybe needs you in cave?"

Jack gave him a hard look but Roger offered him a blank stare.

"Yes, I shall come up to him. But... still. I think there are missing others." He looked at the not-so-abundant forest and then to the horizon with an anxious look. "Maurice, find them, please."

"Ch-chi-chief! Th-the-em a-all?"

"Yes. Why the shrill voice? If you need help, there's the others."

Jack started his way up the mountain. When he was out of sight, Maurice abruptly pushed Roger, making the other boy fall on his back. He pinned him down and sharply whispered, "What now?"

Roger shoved the big boy off him with a grunt. He stood slowly and spat at his dark face. "What now?" He repeated the other boy's words.

"Jack's noticed that we're littler! What now?"

"I'm not speak it. (Read: I'm not telling.) No one talk about this."

"What there to say?"

Percival Wemys Madison (who doesn't even know that part of him anymore) was sitting up from the ground. He blinked sleepily at the former choirboys.

A spear swiftly struck the side of the littlun's face.

"Roger!"

Bill grasped the spear before Percival could receive the next blow. "You can't keep spilling innocent blood!" He quietly hissed.

"Says the boy who finished Johnny!" He fiercely yelled at Bill.

"What you do when Jack knows? The secret can't secret forever. He may find out. We don't serve pigs. How long, Rog, how long? Us eating our flesh?"

"Don't you like blood?"

Bill was caught off guard.

The spear slipped off his hands and Roger plunged the sharp tip right through Percival's head. He quickly pulled it out and a fountain of blood sprouted from the hole. Percival's back crashed down on the rocky ground. The fountain on his forehead didn't cease and his body was soon coated with red water.

Roger stabbed at the corpse's chest. He scooped at the blood and drank it like it was sweet juice. Again, he repeated, "Don't you like blood?"

No body answered him. The rest silently cut Percival and threw a human's prominent parts (his fingers, his toes, his head) to the sea. They roasted him for breakfast and none of the littluns mentioned his name. The boy became missing and no one really cared. Pigs and humans didn't possess the same taste but they were still good meat to devour.

R.I.P. Percival Wemys Madison of The Vicarage, Harcourt St Anthony, Hants.

If you're wondering why in the previous chapter Ralph hears Percival crying (when Percival is actually dead), it's because he only thinks it's Percival. It isn't really. Ralph doesn't know Perc is dead and Perc is a notorious crybaby among the littluns thus his (false) assumption. Alright?

To the Readers who have gone this far, I'd like to say,"THANKS A DARN LOT!" It's a long fic, draggy and quite not intense but if you made it this far, goodness! I LOVE YOU 5EVER! It means a lot if you review it, too, please. Or fave it.

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