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'The Aftermath' Teaser

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NOTE: THERE ARE MAJOR SPOILERS FOR THE END OF LORD OF THE FLIES IN THIS. READ ON ONLY  IF YOU'VE ALREADY READ THE BOOK OR IF YOU DON'T CARE.



Ralph’s breath came fast and hard, though he tried to stifle it. He was wedged into the darkest corner of his little hole; why would they look for him here? Even as he tried to convince himself of this, he knew there was no hope. But the question was, what would get to him first — the fire or the savages?
The ululation sounded in a line behind him again, and a shudder wracked his body. He hoped it would be the fire.
Then — the rustling of the foliage. Ralph tensed; there was someone there. The boy was crouched, close to the ground; Ralph could make out his silhouette. He paced carefully, slowly, ever closer to Ralph’s hiding place. Ralph gripped his spear tighter; splinters pierced into his hand. He was so scared; his mouth was dry, his eyes were darting back and forth; his heart pounded so loudly in his chest he was afraid it would give him away. The terror washed over him in screaming waves, drowning his thoughts with its howling. He was going to die; he was going to die today, torn to bloody carnage by his former friends, head rammed onto a stake in the ground. He was going to die, just like Simon, like Piggy…
He stifled a gag at the sickening remembrance of Piggy’s brains. The savage crept closer. The boy’s face was pointed towards the ground…he stopped just above Ralph’s hole. He peered closer; he would be able to see Ralph any second now…
With a wild screech Ralph burst from his hiding place and tore towards the beach. The savage, racing after him, warned the others with the terrible ululation. They all responded; the sound was much too close. Ralph pushed himself harder; was that possible? And what was he to do once he reached the beach? Fight them off?
A humorless, slightly insane laugh choked out of him as the tears bubbled down his face. Right. Well, at least his spear was sharpened at both ends.
He tore into the sand and whirled, ready to meet them when they came out. But then he realized all noise, save the crackling of the fire, had stopped. There was no sound of pursuit. This scared him more than ever.
And suddenly a hand gripped his shoulder. He could feel the point of a spear digging into his back, causing blood to trickle down it. He thought this was the worst; he thought nothing could terrify him more than this. But he was proven wrong. There was a tiny, simple word spoken by an all too familiar voice that would shatter him from inside out with agony.
“Gotcha.”
And the spear exploded through his chest.



Ralph bolted up as a scream tore through his throat. He was coated in cold sweat; he couldn’t think. He wrapped himself into as tight a ball as he could make as the screams ripped out of his mouth, shattering the relative silence of the night.
“Hey! Hey kid, easy, easy…” The navel captain was already by his side, putting an arm around his shoulder and patting him awkwardly on the back. The boy looked up at him with uncomprehending eyes, wide with terror. He was more animal now than human. He shoved the captain away with surprising force, and scrambled into a corner of the cabin, where he made himself as small as he could. He screams faded into whimpers after a while.
“Trouble with the kid again, Kyle?” A voice came through the captain’s door.
He sighed, pushing himself up from the floor to go open it. He sat on the bed after his friend and shipmate had come in. “You have no idea,” he muttered, running a hand through his hair. “I don’t understand it. Okay, true, the other boys won’t talk to each other, but at least they’ll stay in rooms together. But this one? Refuses to even make eye contact with the others. I had to bring his meals here before he would start eating, and even that took a while. And every night, he wakes up screaming like this. Scares me out of my wits every time, I tell you.”
The other man nodded, sitting on the cot opposite the captain. “Well, sounds like they had a rough time of it. Two killed, did you say?”
He nodded. “That this one knows of. None of them have spoken since we first picked them up.”
“I don’t know what happened on that island, but I sure as hell know I’m glad I wasn’t there. Still, I wonder — what sorts of things happened to make them like this? I mean, did you see that redhead? Clay covering his whole face, like some sort of tribal mask.” He shook his head. “They were practically children. What happened?”
They both sat, mulling over this as the ship rocked gently.
After a few moments, the captain stood. “Well,” he said, stretching as he yawned, “best be getting back to bed. Looks like the kid’s asleep again.”
His friend got up, stretching as well. “Poor bugger. Bet he hardly gets any sleep, waking up like that.”
The captain laughed as he opened the door for his friend. “I would know. Night, Ron.”
Ron waved back over his shoulder. “Night, Kyle.”

Though I would like it if you did read it. XD

This is an LOTF fanfic...for some reason it wouldn't let me write LOTF in the title, even though it was under 30 characters. I don't get it. XD

Anyway. In absence of a better title, this is The Aftermath. I may think of one, when it's not one thirty in the morning...=x=

Why is it a teaser? Cause I've thought of this (the beginning) and a few other details of the plot, but I can't actually work on it cause nothing is linked. XD

This is just the aftermath of Lord of the Flies. Eh, well, a fanfic aftermath. XDD But, seeing as there was no sequel...anyway. Enjoy. ^_^
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MallaHopeless's avatar
This fanfic starts intresting,makes me want to read the rest of it~ :3

will it contain shonen ai? :)

:heart: