Disclaimer: I own none of Lord of the Flies.
However, the story is mine. Take it and ye shall pay.
Only the first chapter more is coming soon. Please rate as it is my first being posted up.
"What would you do, if I sang out of tune?
Would you stand up and walk out on me?"
"Kids' names. Why should I be Jack? I'm Merridew."
Ralph turned over in his sleep, disturbed by the sudden chill in this strangely dreamless night. The voice rang in his ears, back and forth, and then away.
"Boys armed with sticks."
He turned over again, back to his original position. Ralph's arm dangled over the side of his bed, a few fingers trailing on the floor. Maybe he would dream after all…
"Who are you, anyway? Sitting there telling people what to do. You can't hunt, you can't sing-"
Ralph's leg subconsciously kicked out and knocked the wall. It did not wake him. Pain was just a part of life now…
"As if-"
"As if it wasn't a good island."
Maurice lay sprawled in bed, tangled in a mass of sheets and covers. His pillow lay across the room, crumpled in a heap in the corner.
"…maybe it's only us."
Beads of sweat ran down his forehead. His hands gripped pieces of covers. His shirt had a rip, right on the side. A gash, a tear, an imperfection in the fabric.
"After all, we're not savages. We're English, and the English are best at everything."
Bright red alarm clock numbers flashed and lit up Maurice's face. The number changed. So time was passing by, after all.
"Three blind mice. I'll give up now."
The sea rumbled and sighed. Waves crashed down on the shore, bubbling froth over the rock's edge. The water glittered in the dawn, illuminated by the rising sun. The home on the hill stood still, a majestic castle atop fierce waters.
"Because the rules are the only thing we've got!"
The headlights of a passing car illuminated the ceiling of a room for a mere second.
Flash, and then they were gone. Life … was but a taste of pleasure.
"But, but, he's Jack Merridew!"
A dog howled in a neighboring yard. The wail, piercing and strong, swept across the grass, lost before it reached human ears.
"Fancy thinking the Beast was something you could hunt and kill!"
Halfway across the world, ashes flew out to sea, carried by the light breeze. Calm waters sparkled, and waves quietly lapped the shore. The sand was pure and soft, aglow from the setting sun. On the beach lay a stick, discarded long ago, one of the only remaining indications that civilization once dwelled on this island.
…It was sharpened at both ends.
"Earth to earth…"
A handful of younger boys stood in black suits, careful not to make eye contact.
One by one, they came up and dropped a solitary red or yellow flower on gleaming wood or the fresh pile of overturned earth.
A boy with fair blond hair stood looking long after the others were gone.
The leaves in nearby trees rustled, and a single bird flew by overhead.
The sun continued to rise.
"…Ashes to ashes, dust to dust."
The wind continued its journey over the sea.
The breeze suddenly dropped, and the ashes dispersed into the sea.
Scattered, together, they shall be returned to the water.
"…you'll get back all right."
Ralph sighed and pushed the bangs out of his eyes. He turned and started the long walk back home. His lone figure walked away slowly, his shadow long and lean, twisting among the dips of the green cemetery grass.
…It was going to be a long day.