Okay here's another Jack and Ralph after the island fiction! (Wait didn't you just finish another story?) Yes! But, I just really wanted to write this one down! Anyway, I hope you like this, and reviews would be nice!

Slices and Scars

*Disclaimer: I do not own any characters from Lord of the Flies.

[The Glasses]

The fair boy watched his mother slowly pull out of the luxurious drive way. Her disappearing car faded into the horizon, and the fair boy turned around nervously facing the large prestigious Catholic School. St. Peter's Holy Angels was a boarding school, it had a great reputation and the students were said to be the most responsible in England. Despite these things, the fair boy tugged at his long sleeves anxiously, waiting with his luggage on the freshly cut grass.

"Ralph Merus?" Ralph flinched and turned around quickly. A petite elderly woman smiled at him when she saw his surprised eyes. He was a jumpy one alright, just like his mother had warned. The woman put a shriveled hand on Ralph's suitcase. "Welcome to St. Peter's Holy Angels Academy for Boys. You can call me Angie…I'll be leading you to your room." Ralph quickly smiled best he could and pulled the suitcase closer to himself.

"My mother told me that I don't have to share a room, is that correct?" Ralph lifted his bag and patiently followed the slow woman up a stone walkway that lead into the elegant front doors of the gothic building. He kept his head on the ground, avoiding gazes of curious savages—boys. He meant boys.

"Yes, not to worry, your mum made it very clear that you were to be roomed alone." Ralph let out a quiet sigh of relief. "May I ask you why you don't want a roommate?" Angie asked, holding open the big wooden door as Ralph lugged in with all of his things.

"I sleep talk, a horrible habit really." The blonde tugged absently at his long sleeves as he waited for Angie to start leading the way again. His voice was full of sincerity, after the four years away from the island; he had gotten quite good at lying about certain things.

"We all have our bad habits dear." Angie cackled and preceded Ralph to follow her down the halls.

The halls were lit dimly; most of the light that entered was from the large stain glass windows that lined the place. Almost everything was wood, except of course for awards or artwork that hung against the stone walls. There were various classrooms with signs on the doors and a crucifix every twenty feet. Ralph bit at his lower lip as other boys passed him.

The blonde had been homeschooled ever since he got back. He refused to go back to school even though none of the boys went to the same school as he. Ralph could barely look at people the same way he used to. He could see the shadows deep in their beings, and no matter how hard Ralph tried, he couldn't shut his eyes and make the shadows go away. He almost knocked into Angie as she bustled to a stop in front of an old wooden door.

"Here is room 203. The rooms don't lock for security reasons so you don't need a key." The thought of open doors at night frightened Ralph a little bit, but he stood silent. "Everything you need should be on the desk awaiting you; such as a school map and your schedule. Hm…" Angie tapped a wrinkled finger against her chin. "What else was there…oh yes! Later today a student will be taking you around the school and introducing you to everyone." She hugged Ralph gingerly. "I hope you have a great experience here Ralph Merus."

"Just Ralph is okay." The fair boy smiled politely and opened the door, shoving his suitcase inside.

"But, Merus is such a nice last name. You know it means pure in Latin. You must be a very pure boy."

There is no such thing as a pure human being. "Yes," Ralph awkwardly tugged at his sleeves, "Th-thank you." He watched Angie bow her head in a well-mannered goodbye and scoot down the hallway. Ralph quickly stepped into his new bedroom and closed the door behind him.

The room looked about as old manner as the hallways. There was a small twin bed in the far corner with a wooden night table. Right next to the door was an elegant oak desk with a stack of papers lying neatly in the center. There was a small closet at the end of the bed where he would put his clothes and find his uniform.

Ralph slid the closet door open and saw two white polo shirts, a red tie with a small golden cross, and navy blue pants. The fair boy frowned; it was a rather ugly uniform. Ralph examined the polo shirts and picked up the short sleeved individual. He crumpled the shirt and threw it under his bed. He couldn't wear t-shirts anymore.

The blonde walked over to his suitcase and rummaged through the meaningless belongings and clothes. Finally he reached a small pouch and gingerly lifted it up. Ralph sat down on the hard mattress and carefully took Piggy's specs out of the pouch. He affectionately placed them on the nightstand next to his bed. Ralph didn't trust anyone to sleep in the same room with him; no one, except Piggy. He stared at the specs silently, playing with the ends of his sleeves. He remembered everything about the day they got rescued.

Ralph stood on the deck of the boat silently. His eyes stayed on the ocean, though the island was far from sight now. Most of the boys had quietly gone off to find some sort of food, but Ralph remained. Tears fell freely over his cheeks now, as if the severity of what really happened on the island had finally hit him. Ralph heard shy feet creep on the deck behind him. The fair boy turned around at once.

He was repulsed at the thin figure of Jack Merridew. The boy was dirty and naked except for a pair of fringy shorts. His eyes were red and puffy, like he had been crying. Good, Ralph thought, let him cry.

Jack walked to the rail and stood next to Ralph quietly. He watched the ocean, and all the arrogance and confidence were washed from his eyes. However, there still wasn't regret, and for that, Ralph hated Jack Merridew.

Ralph's gaze drifted down to Jack's waist band and focused on Piggy's specs. They were cracked in one eye and cakes with dirt on the other.

"Jack," Ralph murmured, in the most civilized tone possible. The red head flinched at the sound of his name. "Jack, those are Piggy's specs." Ralph reached out to grab them, but Jack shuffled back. The fair boy glared at him. "I ought to have those. You don't need them anymore."

"You can't just go grabbing things from people." Jack spat, any hint of sadness from the boy was replaced with anger. "These are mine now."

"No they're not! Piggy never gave his specs to you! You took them!"

"Shut up-"

"You took them without asking!"

"Shut up."

"And when we went to get his specs back you killed Piggy!"

"Shut up!"

"You killed him, and if he was going to give his specs to anyone it would be me!"

"Fine!" Jack hissed, wrenching the fragile glasses from his waist band. "You want them so bad, you can have them!" Jack threw the specs onto the ground and the second eye glass shattered. Ralph bent down and picked them up delicately. He watched the red head stomp out of sight, and that was the last time he saw Jack Merridew.

"Thief." Ralph growled underneath his breath. He ran his hand through his blonde hair. Ralph kept his hair shorter, but it still hung in his face when it got messed up. A knock brought him back to reality, and Ralph shakily walked to the door. There's nothing to be afraid of, Ralph yelled at himself angrily, just relax.

The blonde opened the heavy wooden door. Ralph's golden eyes widened, and his body became stiff; he was unable to move. Shock had him in its grip. Before Ralph stood a tall lean boy cloaked in a long flowing robe of black. Wild red hair exploded from under a black flat cap, and piercing blue eyes stared at Ralph in mirrored shock. The boy flushed, and faded freckled shown more clearly.

"R-Ralph?" said Jack Merridew in a choked voice.