Ashlen Sepulveda
Chapter 13: The Death of a Hero
Ralph looked back at the island watching its shape fade into the distance. He turned back to the ship and looked at the other boys who were also silent. He turned to Jack, who had been his friend then his enemy and was now his friend again.
“I won’t miss it,” jack said looking back at the island,
“I am so glad that we are finally going home” Ralph saw the tears burning his eyes. All of the boys on the island had been scared, they would all go on with there lives and try to forget the horrible things that had happened on that island but none of them would truly forget. The naval officer came up the stairs.
“You should all come down now, its starting to get chilly” they all looked at Ralph to see if that was what he had wanted. Ever since they had gotten of the island Ralph had taken the position of being the leader.
“He’s right, let’s go down before we catch a cold” Ralph's voice was hard he had not forgiven them for killing two of his friends. He walked down the stairs letting them sit in the cold with harsh wind. A couple seconds later the rest of them descended the stairs into the warmth of the cabin.
“Dinner will be soon so don't start something now” the captain said.
“But you guys can go play or something”
He smiled trying to put as much warmth into his smile as he could. He thought about the expressions on the children's faces when he had found them. He shivered inwardly. They had looked like animals with all that blood and dirt. There faces had shown fear but also a rage that was too mature for there small children's faces. The one with the red hair, he had looked like he was about to kill that kid. If I hadn't got there in time, he walked to the kitchen thinking about how things would be different.
Jack stared at the wall. He was bored out of his mind. After they had gotten of the island everything had changed. He was no longer the hunter but he was the killer, the one no one wanted to be with, no one understood him, his life. As a child he had been mistreated. He had always wished that he could be away from that hell of a life. His parents had sent him to a boarding school not being able to handle him. He had been so exited, finally he could start over. But everything had gone so wrong. The plane had shaken and he knew he was going to die. He had been thankful to be alone with himself at least we wasn’t with his family. But he hadn’t died. He had woken up to the bright sun which he would soon know all too well. And now he was returning home to the on place he hated most.
Ralph walked into him room; it was weird not having the open sky above. He felt trapped, that if something happened he wouldn’t be able to escape. An animal instinct had been drilled into all of them on the island and it would never go away. The distinct to survive no matter what.
“Lets go get something to eat” Ralph said, Jack stood up and walked to the door ignoring him as he walked past Ralph looked at him as he passed by. Even thought he tried to hide it Ralph knew that Jack was soft and venerable on the inside, Ralph had seen the bloodshot red eyes from crying. Poor Jack Ralph thought and followed Jack into the dinning hall.
They sat down at the table and started eating. None of them were used to eating food yet. There bodies were so unused to normal food after staving for months. They all dug in like animals forgetting all of the manners they had ever been taught.
The officer sat there eating with his knife and fork wondering what had God done wrong for these children end up like this? The officer felt awkward sitting there with all these children grunting and tearing apart there meat with there teeth. Finally he had to say something.
“Do you boys remember anything of when you lived in England” The naval officer hadn’t wanted to approach the subject of how long they were on the island and how many people had there been. He knew that two of the children had been killed but he didn’t want to know. Finally the tall blond one Ralph answered.
“We do, but it’s sometimes hard to remember…”
The naval officer looked at him shocked by his answer
“How long were you on that island” he whispered afraid to know the answer. There was a long pause then he said.
“I can’t honestly remember”
“I think it might have been more than a year, we are not sure. There’s something about this island, it’s weird. Time passes faster on the island that it does out side.”
“When were you born lad”
“1928 he said slowly”
I gasped that was impossible he was just as old as me and yet he looked so young, I turned looking out the window to where the island was supposed to be… but it was no longer there. Just a plain expanse of water stood before us. I turned back to them wondering for the first time what was real and what fantasy was.
“You’re just as old as me” I choked out unable to speak.
“Yes I am” he said slowly, we haven’t told everyone about this small… fact. We don’t want people looking for the island.
“But if the island doesn’t want to be found it wont be” said a sweet child’s voice. A little boy no older that 9 walked in. He looked up at me through long eyelashes and smiled.
“Percival! What are you doing here?” Ralph said
“Oh I was just seeing the other ships and who was on them, I mean we don’t want to leave anyone behind do we?”
Several ships had taken eight or nine children on them, when they had first seen them they weren’t sure if they would be easily handled. They had turned out fine but they had still kept the precaution. When the crew had arrived at the island they had seen fire all over the island and were scared until they had seen the little boys running along the beach. The reason why they had found the island in the first place is because they had found several dead bodies’s floating in the water and they had made a trail straight to the island.
The men had looked at the maps and charts but nether of them had show that any island existed, they were skeptical at first that anyone could live on such an island but then they saw the some, and fires don’t make themselves. They had anchored near by and sent out a small fleet of ships to check and make sure the area was clear. They were war vessels and they had wanted to make sure it was not an enemy trap.
As the officer told the children the story of how he had found them he tried not to think about that these “children” were as old as he was. They had suffered much more than he had that was to say. Then the angry brunette boy spoke.
“Aren’t you going to ask us who died” everyone was shocked into silence by his blatant question.
“Uh...” what was I supposed to say?
“So who died when you boys were on the island?”
They speak of death like its nothing the officer thought.
“Only two people died” he said coolly,
“But that’s to no matter” he said smirking at the blond, Ralph.
“They were useless to begin with”
Ralph jumped across the table knocking glasses and food to the floor
“You take that back Jack Merridew! You take that back or ill kill you!”
Ralph was so mad, how could he say something like that. I had thought he changed Ralph thought. I was obviously wrong.
“I will not” Jack said and sneered
“What are you going to do about it?”
“Il Kill you that’s what!” Ralph said and started to strangle jack.
The naval officer tied to get there but the rest of the boys stopped him.
“This has to be done” said Percival in his innocent child’s voice
Jack’s face was starting to turn a bluish color but Ralphs hands wouldn’t back down. Ralph had put up with Jack for too long and wasn’t going to deal with him any longer. Jack struggled a few times more then was still….
How can I annoy him Jack thought to him self watching Ralphs expressions. Jack didn’t want to go home. No matter what he would not rerun home. If it meant killing himself he would do it just so long as he didn’t have to see him family ever again. He made a comment about Piggy and Simon and about how they had died and he saw the anger flare up in Ralph. Almost there he thought and made another comment. This was it. He would die but he would be happy he had had an adventure that most kids would never have. He had spent a year on an island and had lost ten years of his life. He was old. He was tired and he wanted to go to sleep.
He barley felt the hands at his thought slowly squeezing the life from his frail body. His heart pumped faster in its final attempts at saving his life. But that was not what he wanted to he lay there at peace and then his last breath escaped and he whispered.
“Thank you” his final breath was gone his body and soul had left him. He shuttered once then Jack Merridew died.
Ralph stood there looking at Jacks lifeless body. He was so pale and cold. It was if all the happiness and life had fled his body, oh yes he had heard the words “thank you” how was the thanking him for taking his life. He stood there paralyzed not knowing what to do. He felt hands on his arms pulling him away for Jacks body. He stood up and shuttered.
“This was what he wanted” Percival said. And then he explained jacks life to the waiting audience.
“Jack and I were cousin’s, the first day we landed on this island he told me not to tell anyone or show anything that might show we were related. At home jack had been born into a poor family. His dad had left him at a young age and his mother was abusive.
She never was happy for anything he did and didn’t really care about him at all. On the other hand he had grown up next to me. I had had the perfect life as a child. My mother and father were both hard working well achieving people, even though we hadn’t had a lot of money my father and mother had always worked super hard to be able to get me what I wanted. Jack had hated his home life. He had spent most of him time alone by him self. But then he had started hanging out with the bad boys from school after that he had changed he became rowdy and was mean to everyone from then on. I don’t know what they did to him but it changed him forever.
When my mother told him that we were going away to boarding school he was so happy, finally he could be away just be himself. But as you well know everything had gone wrong and we landed up on the island and he UN knowingly had slipped back into his old role of bully. He has done some horrible things in his life, but you guys must understand he has been mistreated and criticized his whole life.” Finally Percival finished his speech. By now all of the boys had tears in there eyes for there poor friend jack.
“Maybe it is better this way” Ralph said whipping burning tears from the corners of his eyes.
“He would have wonted it to be like this” Percival said and hugged Ralph.
What happened to these children to become so mature yet so old yet so young thought the officer helping then heave Jacks body over the edge of the boat.
Ralph picked up Jacks lifeless body and let him drop from the boat to the water. Jacks body hit the water with a great splash and sank deeper and deeper to the bottom of the sea.
The End
Lord of the flies #12
Oct 7, 2008
Lord of the flies
Chapter 12: Cry of the Hunters
Perspective: Jack
Blood and rescue
I was so angry how dare Ralph come into my camp and disrupt it like this. Everyone was talking, oh Ralph oh Ralph. He shouldn’t have that much power over my people. Some of the boys were just wandering around others were eating meat and beginning to diddle. I saw the twins sitting in a corner looking like outcasts, well they are. Serves them right for not joining our tribe in the first place.
The ululations of the boys startled me, they started singing that annoying song again “kill the pig cut its thought spill its blood” I mean I had made it up and I didn’t go around singing it all the time. I was thinking about sending a cordon of soldiers out to look for Ralph but I decided to play nice this one time and let him die in peace.
I walked over to the twins. The second they saw me walking over they immediately looked away. They knew something. “Where is Ralph” I said glaring at them. I don’t know said Sam. Oh really I replied and jabbed him with the but of my spear. Hah., I glared at them and was about to poke him with the other side of my spear when Eric spoke up. He’s in the forest. Well duh I knew that, where else would he be. But at least they were talking. He’s somewhere near here though. That’s were he said he would be. Oh so this little brat had actually had a conversation with him.
I hissed in frustration why couldn’t he just die already!
Let’s go I said and jabbed his ribs. He let out a little gasp of pain than got up. Were are we going, he said. Were going to go find Ralph. Other people had been listening to our conversation and one offered up an idea. Burn down the forest that’ill get him out of hiding. That was actually a good idea I thought, but I didn’t say anything to the boy because I didn’t want him to think I liked him.
As we were getting our spears and running out of camp we passed the distended body of the sow which had been left in a corner to rot, flies were gathered at her body buzzing around.
We set of. We saw him about around here, Eric said. I heard a rustling in the bushes were he was pointing I motioned everyone to be quiet and crept closer. Then suddenly Ralph burst out of the shadows a wild look in his eyes. He was covered in blood and dirt and had a weird look to him, it took me only a few seconds to understand this. Then we were running after him through the trees and smoke, down the beach and then he went around a bend. We ran around the corner and he was just standing there looking at a man, and yes I do mean an actual adult man. We all just stood there dumbfounded. He wore a blue suede jacked with gold trim and silver epaulettes. He was talking to Ralph and every once in a while looking over at us. I heard him ask how many dead. I would not want to reply to that question…then the reality of what was happening struck me, we were free we were of this island, we could go home and see our families and get our life’s back. Tears of joy and sadness for all who had been lost stung my eyes, I cried and I was not embarrassed that other boys would make fun of me, for everyone else was crying too.
Chapter 12: Cry of the Hunters
Perspective: Jack
Blood and rescue
I was so angry how dare Ralph come into my camp and disrupt it like this. Everyone was talking, oh Ralph oh Ralph. He shouldn’t have that much power over my people. Some of the boys were just wandering around others were eating meat and beginning to diddle. I saw the twins sitting in a corner looking like outcasts, well they are. Serves them right for not joining our tribe in the first place.
The ululations of the boys startled me, they started singing that annoying song again “kill the pig cut its thought spill its blood” I mean I had made it up and I didn’t go around singing it all the time. I was thinking about sending a cordon of soldiers out to look for Ralph but I decided to play nice this one time and let him die in peace.
I walked over to the twins. The second they saw me walking over they immediately looked away. They knew something. “Where is Ralph” I said glaring at them. I don’t know said Sam. Oh really I replied and jabbed him with the but of my spear. Hah., I glared at them and was about to poke him with the other side of my spear when Eric spoke up. He’s in the forest. Well duh I knew that, where else would he be. But at least they were talking. He’s somewhere near here though. That’s were he said he would be. Oh so this little brat had actually had a conversation with him.
I hissed in frustration why couldn’t he just die already!
Let’s go I said and jabbed his ribs. He let out a little gasp of pain than got up. Were are we going, he said. Were going to go find Ralph. Other people had been listening to our conversation and one offered up an idea. Burn down the forest that’ill get him out of hiding. That was actually a good idea I thought, but I didn’t say anything to the boy because I didn’t want him to think I liked him.
As we were getting our spears and running out of camp we passed the distended body of the sow which had been left in a corner to rot, flies were gathered at her body buzzing around.
We set of. We saw him about around here, Eric said. I heard a rustling in the bushes were he was pointing I motioned everyone to be quiet and crept closer. Then suddenly Ralph burst out of the shadows a wild look in his eyes. He was covered in blood and dirt and had a weird look to him, it took me only a few seconds to understand this. Then we were running after him through the trees and smoke, down the beach and then he went around a bend. We ran around the corner and he was just standing there looking at a man, and yes I do mean an actual adult man. We all just stood there dumbfounded. He wore a blue suede jacked with gold trim and silver epaulettes. He was talking to Ralph and every once in a while looking over at us. I heard him ask how many dead. I would not want to reply to that question…then the reality of what was happening struck me, we were free we were of this island, we could go home and see our families and get our life’s back. Tears of joy and sadness for all who had been lost stung my eyes, I cried and I was not embarrassed that other boys would make fun of me, for everyone else was crying too.
Lord of the flies #11
Oct 5, 2008
Lord of the flies
Chapter 11: The Castle Rock
Perspective: piggy
The end
I stared around me trying to make out comprehensible shapes. All I saw were Grey shapes moving around. Pretty much I was blind. I could not see, I was useless. “In the wild when the mother lion had a cub with a disability the mother would kill its own child for the safety of the other cubs” I recited the line from the great book of animals in my head. What was I thinking? Suicide just wasn’t my thing. I went on. We were making our way towards the camp.
It was so embarrassing. Ralph had been holding my hand for the past 25 minutes. I was going to be delirious if this kept on any longer. I didn’t want the other boys to see me like this. “when we get there let go of me” Why Ralph said back. They already think im bad enough, holding your hand isn’t going to make it any better.
Soon enough though he let go of my hand and moved forward without me. “just stay here he said” wait maybe not holding me hand wasn’t the best idea in the world. I heard them talking and just stood there.
A while later I heard a sound like something giant had come out of the earth and was moving towards me. Then I heard something “piggy run” i dropped the conch on accident and heard it crack into a thousand pieces the talisman had been broken.
But the sound was too close and my unfit body couldn’t get its self out of the way in time. Smack. Something huge smacked into my body, I heard the loud cracks as my body began to fall apart. I touched my hand to my stomach. I could already fell the warm wetness seeping through my clothes. From then on I knew I was going to die. All of this took less than a second and another second later piggy’s dead body hit the ground.The cessation of piggy's life had ended. At least he wasn’t alive when he hit “Ralph thought” and as if answering that thought piggy’s whole head spit open and tons of blood and brains split out onto the wet sand. A moment later the water rushed up bubbled a little and took piggy’s gruesome scene out to sea.The truculently of what had happened disappeared into the water.
Chapter 11: The Castle Rock
Perspective: piggy
The end
I stared around me trying to make out comprehensible shapes. All I saw were Grey shapes moving around. Pretty much I was blind. I could not see, I was useless. “In the wild when the mother lion had a cub with a disability the mother would kill its own child for the safety of the other cubs” I recited the line from the great book of animals in my head. What was I thinking? Suicide just wasn’t my thing. I went on. We were making our way towards the camp.
It was so embarrassing. Ralph had been holding my hand for the past 25 minutes. I was going to be delirious if this kept on any longer. I didn’t want the other boys to see me like this. “when we get there let go of me” Why Ralph said back. They already think im bad enough, holding your hand isn’t going to make it any better.
Soon enough though he let go of my hand and moved forward without me. “just stay here he said” wait maybe not holding me hand wasn’t the best idea in the world. I heard them talking and just stood there.
A while later I heard a sound like something giant had come out of the earth and was moving towards me. Then I heard something “piggy run” i dropped the conch on accident and heard it crack into a thousand pieces the talisman had been broken.
But the sound was too close and my unfit body couldn’t get its self out of the way in time. Smack. Something huge smacked into my body, I heard the loud cracks as my body began to fall apart. I touched my hand to my stomach. I could already fell the warm wetness seeping through my clothes. From then on I knew I was going to die. All of this took less than a second and another second later piggy’s dead body hit the ground.The cessation of piggy's life had ended. At least he wasn’t alive when he hit “Ralph thought” and as if answering that thought piggy’s whole head spit open and tons of blood and brains split out onto the wet sand. A moment later the water rushed up bubbled a little and took piggy’s gruesome scene out to sea.The truculently of what had happened disappeared into the water.
Lord of the flies #10
Oct 2, 2008
Lord of the flies
Chapter 10: The shell and the glasses
Perspective: Jack
Chief
I stared at the group of boys before me. I counted them of in my head. the illumination struck me. That was pretty much all of them. All except Sam and Eric. Ralph and piggy could die for all I care. Tonight we hunt! I said in a loud clear voice. The boys cheers filled the clearing. I will go with two other people to the other camp to take there fire. Who will join me. theologically two boys raised there hands.
We set of while the sun was setting. When we arrived at the camp we couldn’t see any fire. Then I saw the remains of what used to be the fire. I gowned all this time and effort for nothing. No that wasn’t true. Instead of taking there fire and having the risk of burning down the whole island I can make the fire.
Piggy’s glasses I whisper. I herd the recognition in there voices. Yeah. We walked toward the hut. I could hear faint whispers. I moved forward. I herd my name said.
We rushed in and then after that all I felt was pain and chaos. Through it all I saw piggy’s glasses fall to the floor, I picked them up and ran out of there. My work was done. We were so barmy tonight i said laughing. we were back at camp and were were sitting eating roasted pig over a fire, piggy's forgotten glasses throughn aside. We had purged Ralph of all he had left
Chapter 10: The shell and the glasses
Perspective: Jack
Chief
I stared at the group of boys before me. I counted them of in my head. the illumination struck me. That was pretty much all of them. All except Sam and Eric. Ralph and piggy could die for all I care. Tonight we hunt! I said in a loud clear voice. The boys cheers filled the clearing. I will go with two other people to the other camp to take there fire. Who will join me. theologically two boys raised there hands.
We set of while the sun was setting. When we arrived at the camp we couldn’t see any fire. Then I saw the remains of what used to be the fire. I gowned all this time and effort for nothing. No that wasn’t true. Instead of taking there fire and having the risk of burning down the whole island I can make the fire.
Piggy’s glasses I whisper. I herd the recognition in there voices. Yeah. We walked toward the hut. I could hear faint whispers. I moved forward. I herd my name said.
We rushed in and then after that all I felt was pain and chaos. Through it all I saw piggy’s glasses fall to the floor, I picked them up and ran out of there. My work was done. We were so barmy tonight i said laughing. we were back at camp and were were sitting eating roasted pig over a fire, piggy's forgotten glasses throughn aside. We had purged Ralph of all he had left
Lord of the flies #9
Oct 1, 2008
Chapter 9: A view to a death
Perspective: Simon
The end
I awoke with a start, the world spun circles in my head. I sat up trying to remember the last thing before I fainted. The pigs head, the lord of the flies. I looked over where I knew she would be staring at me. I waited for the now familiar voice to speak. Nothing happened, I waited for one more second then decided to make my way back to camp. I needed to tell them about the beastie. The parachutist. Poor person. I wouldn’t have wanted to land on this island. I started trying to make my way back to camp. But my legs were so tired, I just wanted to lay down and sleep……
But no I had to tell them. After a while im not sure it started to rain, hard heavy droplets. They pounded my head making it hard to think. I stumbled on. When did it get so dark. I couldn’t remember anything. I remember falling to the ground after I tripped over a tree root. I lay on the ground a while letting the rain clean away the blood and dirt from my face, In a way it also cleared away the horrible things that had happened to me on this island. After that I was content.I saw the corpulent body's in front of me and made my way towards the fire. The light.Its phosphorescence shown in the dark. I heard them chanting that annoying killing song. I rolled my eyes. I crawled out of the bushed into the light.
Then everything went drastically wrong. The circle of boys encircled me chanting “kill the beast” what was happening “I’m not the beast” I tried to say, but they were too loud. Then the pain struck me, hard in my back. I doubled over in pain and gasped. What were they doing, then another and another blow. My head, my back. I saw dark blood seeping through my clothes, I saw the deep cuts and new burses, I saw the blood in the water. Dripping. But surprisingly I couldn’t feel it. My whole body was numb. I couldn’t move my brain was the only thing working. Then something hit my hard in the head and everything went black…………..
Then soon after I was looking down at a scene, a young to skinny almost sick looking boy lay on wet dirt surrounded by numerous boys they had all stopped and were looking down at the boy who had numerous bloody cuts and bruises all over his body. Some of the boys wept. Others looked down with sadness. The boy on the dirt’s eyes stared of seemingly into the sky. Almost peaceful looking. I felt bad for that strange boy, but I knew that he was probably in a better place happier to be away from that nightmare of a life. I looked down once more, I recognized him somehow. Maybe I had seen him in a dream or another life, after that brief second I forgot him and the brutal scene………………
I didn’t remember.
Perspective: Simon
The end
I awoke with a start, the world spun circles in my head. I sat up trying to remember the last thing before I fainted. The pigs head, the lord of the flies. I looked over where I knew she would be staring at me. I waited for the now familiar voice to speak. Nothing happened, I waited for one more second then decided to make my way back to camp. I needed to tell them about the beastie. The parachutist. Poor person. I wouldn’t have wanted to land on this island. I started trying to make my way back to camp. But my legs were so tired, I just wanted to lay down and sleep……
But no I had to tell them. After a while im not sure it started to rain, hard heavy droplets. They pounded my head making it hard to think. I stumbled on. When did it get so dark. I couldn’t remember anything. I remember falling to the ground after I tripped over a tree root. I lay on the ground a while letting the rain clean away the blood and dirt from my face, In a way it also cleared away the horrible things that had happened to me on this island. After that I was content.I saw the corpulent body's in front of me and made my way towards the fire. The light.Its phosphorescence shown in the dark. I heard them chanting that annoying killing song. I rolled my eyes. I crawled out of the bushed into the light.
Then everything went drastically wrong. The circle of boys encircled me chanting “kill the beast” what was happening “I’m not the beast” I tried to say, but they were too loud. Then the pain struck me, hard in my back. I doubled over in pain and gasped. What were they doing, then another and another blow. My head, my back. I saw dark blood seeping through my clothes, I saw the deep cuts and new burses, I saw the blood in the water. Dripping. But surprisingly I couldn’t feel it. My whole body was numb. I couldn’t move my brain was the only thing working. Then something hit my hard in the head and everything went black…………..
Then soon after I was looking down at a scene, a young to skinny almost sick looking boy lay on wet dirt surrounded by numerous boys they had all stopped and were looking down at the boy who had numerous bloody cuts and bruises all over his body. Some of the boys wept. Others looked down with sadness. The boy on the dirt’s eyes stared of seemingly into the sky. Almost peaceful looking. I felt bad for that strange boy, but I knew that he was probably in a better place happier to be away from that nightmare of a life. I looked down once more, I recognized him somehow. Maybe I had seen him in a dream or another life, after that brief second I forgot him and the brutal scene………………
I didn’t remember.
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