I must say, I have entered a minor (read: almost as big as my Harry Potter one) obsession with Lord of the Flies.

Also, Roger's flipping amazing. Enjoy. :)

Small, almost insignificant, points of pain shot up his legs. He ignored it. It was just the tree branch scratches, after all. Nothing to worry about. He needed to focus.

He needed to focus on Jack. The boy in question was sitting - just sitting, and he managed to look so regal - on his makeshift throne, the throne that Roger had built almost all by himself, watching. Watching the group almost intently as Roger was watching him. Key word - almost.

Jack's eyes flickered over to Roger, who didn't even bother to hide his staring. Roger was simply observing. Roger observed all of the time, it wasn't anything new. Jack dismissed it and returned to his watching. Roger continued his.

It was intriguing, really, Jack's response to power. While Ralph, even though he was not against bossing people around, seemed to ignore his leadership, Jack took every opportunity he could to remind everyone - Roger especially, as if he was afraid Roger would take over - that he was chief. He was chief and there was nothing they could do about it.

Roger had no interest in being chief. He enjoyed what he did now; the beating and the hunting and the killing. The stealing of the fat one's glasses. Better yet, the killing of the fat one. Hunting Ralph tomorrow would be enjoyable.

"Roger."

Jack had spoken to him. All talking ceased as Jack stood up. "Yeah?" Roger asked.

"I need you to sharpen a stick at both ends for tomorrow. For the hunt."

Roger smirked and nodded. Jack handed him the knife, and Roger found a stick and got to work.

It was calming, striking the wood rhythmically with the blade. He felt eyes on him, but ignored them. It was probably a littleun or possibly the fearful gaze of Samneric.

Probably the fearful gaze of Samneric. They hadn't reacted well to their punishment for... existing? No, not joining the tribe at the beginning. Yes, that was what the punishment was for.

After a few more minutes of stick-sharpening, he glanced up. It had been Jack - or, if it hadn't been Jack the entire time, it was Jack - looking at him. Roger looked back.

"How did you do it?"

"What?"

Jack jumped down from his throne and crouched beside Roger. The other boys took the hint and backed away, giving them a nice five feet of privacy.

"How did you- how did you kill Piggy? While knowing full well that he was Piggy and knowing that he would die?" Jack asked. Roger blinked

"You killed Simon. How's it any different?"

"We didn't know it was Simon-"

"I did."

"But it was dark. You killed Piggy in broad daylight, knowing that you were killing him."

"I didn't like Piggy. So I got rid of him. Is there a problem with that?" Roger asked, a hint of iciness creeping into his tone. He hadn't meant it to sound like that, but a little anger never hurt anybody.

Correction - a little anger never hurt him.

"No," Jack said, shaking his head. "It was just a little unexpected."

Roger nodded and continued with his stick-sharpening. It was almost done now. "Anything else, Chief?"

"What is it with you and rocks?"

Um. Yeah. x3 Not quite sure where this came from, but I like it, I like Roger, I like Roger killing Piggy, voila.

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