The Cry of The Island

Chapter Ten

Leviathan.

Bird's chirped as Atticus walked along the beach that night, unable to sleep. The night was still as dark as anything, and it was no doubt that he had some time before the war began. Suddenly, pacing by the water, he was overcome with astonishment. He found himself understanding the wearisomeness of this life, where every path was an improvisation and a considerable part of one's waking life was spent watching one's feet. He stopped, facing the water; and remembering that first enthusiastic waking up moment under the palm as though it were a part of a brighter childhood, he smiled jeeringly. He turned then and walked back towards the lagoon with the sun on his back.

The time had come for a final chapter, as Kiwi and Hendrix hoisted a crown made of sticks, garlands of flowers and the nature over Atticus' head.

"Can I have a minute?"

Atticus asked.

Both boys nodded and smiled warmly. Atticus was breathing deeply, as Kiwi and Hendrix made their way over to the beach. He looked around at the lagoon, strolling around the glistening feature as he smiled and laughed, not caring if people heard it. Atticus hopped up onto the platform by the lagoon, brushing the rope swing as he chuckled. He knew this may be the last time he step foot in the lagoon. In the far distance, over elevated surface was Rocky's death bed. Atticus trotted along the lagoon, climbing up the slope as he met the body of Rocky. Atticus would exhale deeply, before heading over to the beach.

The mental imagery played through Atticus' mind. There he would stand in the same space as Tommy, Hendrix, and Phoenix. Hendrix and Phoenix on their respective sides. This island was ready for war, for resolution, for its tropical sovereign. The air was sober, humid and devastating to flesh. Sand beneath everybody would nearly make it unbearable, as his eyes wandered and fluttered around the environment. Tommy would stand, his dark tassels sticking across his forehead as his crown hung around his head. A stick held in his hand, carved on the end to make it a self-proclaimed spear. No form of evening would stop this battle, this war of savagery. Without warning, Phoenix would run batty, tackling Hendrix on the sand sending a brawl out in front of their leader's. Ledger and Kiwi were battling on a cliffside that was hanging over the ocean, a great shape that rested tall with its feet in the waters. Atticus and Tommy still stood stationary in their original fixation.

"You know that you cannot fight me without that spear." Atticus spoke stern. Tommy laughed sadistically, as both weren't bothered on their teammates battles.

"You know how this ends for you, Atticus."

Tommy growled.

Atticus' temper broke. He screamed at Tommy.

"You're a beast and a swine ad a bloody, bloody thief!"

He charged. Tommy, knowing this was the crisis, charged too. They met with a jolt and bounced apart. Atticus swung with his fist at Tommy and caught him on the ear. Tommy hit Atticus with a punch to the stomach and made him grunt. Then they were facing each other again, panting and furious, but unnerved by each other's ferocity. They became aware of the noise that was the background to this fight, the steady shrill of war from both sides around them.

Kiwi and Ledger were poised on the cliffs, the former dangling from a watching as they knew the fight was spiralling rapidly. Kiwi would perch on a thick bough on one of the cliffs trees in a hope to gain a rest and regain energy from his back and forth scuffling with Ledger. This evil gave him no chance to question this concept however, as the snake like persona and former friend would throw a small rock at the bough's length. Kiwi slipped off the branch, his hands failing to grab anything to support him as he plummeted down. He fell forty feet and landed on his back across the square, red rocks in the sea. His head opened and stuff came out and turned red. Kiwi's arms and legs twitched a bit, like a calf's after it has been killed. Then the sea breathed again, and in a long slow sigh, the water boiled white and pink over the rock; and when it went, sucking back again, the body of Kiwi was gone.