Hello Everyone!
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters from 'Lord of the Flies' although it'd be cool if I could meet them in real life... even though the people don't actualy exist. Of course if me and my friends all got stranded on that island... we'd all probablyend up blowing it up... sad.
Notes: The rating may go up as this story goes on... it just depends on my mood... and how bad I wanna torture somebody...Um,some people might think thatJack is a tad too softin this fic rather than the Jack in thebook, ... but this is the way I see him, so this is the way I made him...
Uh... Jack and Ralph are around seventeen... and I don't have a BETA so the mistakes are mine... and I'm sorry if they bug the crap outta ya... I'll try and catch the little rascals if I can...
Warnings: If you have a problem with boy/boy relationships... then you might want to read something else...
Enjoy:
Ralph ran, he ran faster then he had ever in his entire life. Escaping has seemed like a good idea at the time, the opportunity had arisen and everything. He'd gotten out of the creeper bindings that acted like a leash to the 'Chiefs' knew pet.
The fair-haired boy had been patient enough to wait until Jack had fallen asleep before he made his move. He'd crept silently from his spot on the cold cave floor, and darted out of the pigskin covered opening as if he'd been set on fire.
Roger had seen him of course and immediately shouted for him to stop. Ralph had snorted in malice at the angry request. Sure, like he was going to stop just because the psychotic tormentor told him to.
Jack's second in command would enjoy hunting for Ralph. The fair-haired boy had become as much as an obsession to Roger as he had with Jack. The looks the second in command always gave him while they sat around the entrancing fire were enough to make any girl blush, but just made Ralph want to vomit from his place at the left side of the Chief. He sat in that position almost every night, the rough creeper wrapped tightly around his neck and down at his ankles. Jack held the other end of the thick rope-like cord, jerking it every so often to make Ralph gasp for oxygen.
Luckily Jack hadn't made a move to take what he wanted from Ralph. The ex-Chief knew that his luck wouldn't be holding out for much longer. Jack would soon dominate the blonde as he had these boys' and this godforsaken island.
So now, Ralph kept ran, knowing that Jack would be up and getting together a group of boy's to come and capture him again. Maybe if Ralph were lucky, he'd be dead by the time the Chief found him.
The Next Night:
"There he is!" a boy shouted as he saw Ralph run for the beach.
Jack's blue eyes automatically zoned in on Ralph's rapidly moving form that was heading for the vast blanket of blue ocean. He wouldn't be stupid enough to try and swim away would he? "After him!"
Mere minutes later the Chief stood at the edge of the shore, watching as Ralph dog paddled out further. The distance was becoming increasingly alarming.
"You'll die out there," Jack spoke as if he were scolding a four-year-old.
"I'd rather die out here than on that island with you," Ralph shouted back as he turned to face the Chief and his followers.
"Don't make me send Roger after you," Jack warned, knowing Ralph's immense dislike for his second in command.
"I'd sooner drown," Ralph laughed on the edge of hysterics. "You send him out I take my own life. Of course you'd enjoy that wouldn't you?"
Jack winced unconsciously at the threat, but covered up the slight action of weakness before any of the boys could see. An idea popped into the Chief's head, it was dangerous and could potentially threaten the life of the fair-haired boy, but he knew he couldn't get the boy out of the water any other way.
"Roger," he whispered, making sure that SamnEric had Ralph distracted.
"Yes Chief?" Roger replied obediently.
"How are your aiming skills these days?"
"As good as they're ever going to get," he replied, beginning to understand the meaning behind the question. "What are you thinking?"
Jack slowly dropped a medium sized rock, probably the size of a quarter into Roger's hand. "Try to catch him in the head, and I'll go out and retrieve him aye?"
"Yes Chief," Roger mumbled as he concentrated on aiming at the blonde's head. After all, the blonde had to be a good twenty feet from shore; it was a long distance to propel such a small object. "One… Two… Three," he whispered then threw the rock fast and hard.
The object hit its target, throwing the blonde's head back forcefully. SamnEric, as well as the many onlookers watched in fascination as Ralph slowly sunk underneath the water, and their Chief swim towards the missing boy with the grace of a fish. They observed in anticipation as Jack dove under the waves that were increasing in their size and momentum.
One minute… two minutes… three minutes. Finally a red head popped up from the water and began spluttering water. Their Chief had his arms wrapped around an unnaturally still blonde that made no move to expel water from his body. Even from so far from shore, the onlookers could hear their Chief cursing angrily.
Jack tugged on the unresisting body, forcefully dragging it until he had reached the shore. Boy's instantly crowded around their old and new Chief's. The red head tilted Ralph's head back and forth as he expected him. When the motion caused no response, Jack moved his large hand over Ralph's mouth and waited patiently. "He's not breathing," he supplied for the group.
A boy stepped forward who had to be about the age of the older boys. "My father was a doctor, I know how to perform rescue breathing."
The boy had to be about five foot five, shorter than the other boys that were his age. He came to his knees by his Chief and the boy that was turning an azure color that would soon match the large blue ocean.
Hands were placed on top of Ralph's bare chest, then pushed harshly into the soft flesh. Ralph's boy jerked unconsciously under the ministrations. The boy counted with the thrusts and as soon as he reached five, he removed his hands from the bronzed chest and to Ralph's neck where he tilted it upwards. He forced air into Ralph's mouth inflating the unwilling chest.
These motions were continued until Ralph's body jerked upwards, water spewing from his mouth and coughing wracking his thin frame.
The boy quickly rolled Ralph onto his side as the fit continued. "He'll be alright Chief," the boy told Jack as he once again moved to his stand on his feet.
Jack set his jaw but didn't answer as he watched blood sluggishly drip down the side of Ralph's head, a gash from the rock stood out against the paling skin. "Get something to tie him with," Jack sneered as he grabbed Ralph's hair, ripping the blonde's head back.
"What do you think you were doing," he growled.
Ralph moaned, his head pounding with every beat of his heart. "What do you think Chief?" He couldn't help but to yelp when a hand slapped his right cheek, the stinging sensation burning into his nerves. Sleep sounded absolutely amazing at the moment.
"Don't you dare speak to me like that or I'll cut the tongue from your mouth."
Jack was about to speak again when one of his followers held out a long piece of creeper for him to give the O.K. to tie the prisoner. "Do it," he muttered as he let go of Ralph's hair, letting the boys head fall back onto the wet sand.
"We should hurry Chief," Roger informed his 'boss'. "There's going to be a storm," he gestured up towards the darkening sky.
Jack only grunted in response and watched with satisfaction as Ralph's arms were pulled forcefully behind his back and tied non-too gently. Next he was flipped onto his back and his upper arms were bound to his chest, then down at his ankles and around his knees and thighs. They were not going to risk another escape.
"Who'll carry him?" Roger asked the hunters once the job was finished.
"I will," Jack spoke and walked forward. He ignored the many stares of surprise from his pupils. "It was my idea to keep him alive, I will carry the burden," he defended.
After the proclamation the boy's expressions turned to that of proud parents. "This is your Chief," Roger stated proudly as he pointed to the teenager that was lifting the semi-conscious blonde into his arms. "He is our Chief!" he shouted next, the boys agreeing in an uproar of shouts.
"Let us get back to Castle Rock before this storm hits," Jack told his hunters who hastily agreed and moved back towards the green mass of trees and plants. "We'll feast tomorrow," he promised, knowing that no fire would hold out in the raging storm that was about to hit.
The group split off into different groups, eager on getting back to dry shelter as the rain began to beat mercilessly upon the bodies of the hunters.
Jack was sure to hang back from Roger and the other boys that would question him. "You're a moron," he told Ralph who was looking up at him with pain filled and glazed eyes.
Ralph frowned at the demeaning words but didn't say anything on account that Jack had already taken away every ounce of pride he had weeks ago when he'd captured the blonde.
The blue eyed red head frowned when the insult didn't get rise out of the blonde. Perhaps he hadn't heard him. "You should know that you're going to be watched more closely than before. You'll not be escaping again. When I claim a prize it remains as my possession forever. That is all you are now, a beautiful trophy."
"What do you expect to get from me?" Ralph slurred hopelessly, the lethargy of being unconscious and resuscitated weighing heavily on his senses.
"Whatever I want. I am the Chief, you are the slave. I am the hunter and you are the hunted," Jack told him, his chest puffing with pride.
"That is if you get me before Roger does," Ralph whispered, unaware that Jack had heard the quiet words.
"Don't think for one second that I haven't seen the way he looks at you. He knows his place, and he knows what I'd do to him if I found him 'touching' any of my possessions."
Ralph sighed, knowing that he'd been defeated for now. He let himself rest back against Jack, his eyes slowly slipping shut of their own accord.
Jack let a half-smile grace his normally cold features. Ralph didn't understand his way of doing things, and for some reason that intrigued the Chief. When Ralph was around, he always felt himself grow self-conscious and made decisions to spite Ralph. It had become an impulse.
Tonight Jack's pet would be sleeping nestled up in the corner of his own shelter. Pigskins would engulf the blonde, and the bonds would not be removed, perhaps for weeks. Jack would not risk the blonde leaving him again. Ralph had been lucky with the escape, only lucky, nothing more.
The Chief walked onwards, not knowing that angry eyes watched from deeper in the jungle. He's mine Jack!