Simon awoke with a small yawn. He immediately smacked himself in the forehead. How could he have passed out like that... how could he have been so stupid and slept on one of the biggun's shoes. Simon slowly raised his head to apologize to whomever he slept on. His gaze being met with the half decayed face of a dead pilot.
With a scream Simon stood up. He froze, and then he started to approach... Simon reached out grabbing a string attached to the body. He removed it from a branch sending the body off into the winds, out to the gaping mouth of the sea. Simon needed to tell the others. His gaze fell onto the smoke, it was in a different position. Ah of course the feast! Simon began to run back through the forest ignoring the pains in his legs. The back of his thighs stretching and shrinking sending the mud back to the Earth.
"Kill the pig! Cut her throat! Let her bleed!" The chanting of boys soon made its way upon Simon's deaf ears. The words were a mere blur in the boys mind. He continued to push forwards until he could see the sunburnt bodies of his fellow choir-mates dancing around a sizzling fire. Simon's brown eyes looking over the crowd, he noticed the single figure standing above the rest. His red-hair standing out among the other blondes and brown hairs. Jack Merridew stared back. His spear gently being spun in small circles -the sharp bloodied tip pointing towards Simon's neck.
"The beast! The beast has arrived!" A single person broke the chant, the other boys unaware of Simon's true identity joining in. The once brutal, yet innocent chant dissolved into a threat against Simon.
"Kill the beast!"
"Slit his throat!"
"Let him bleed!"
Like a pack of lions the boys changed their view, their eyes shot onto the shadowy figure in the trees. And once the chant had begun, nothing would settle it down. A spear tore through the air, its blade scraping across Simon's cheek. The boy cried out against the crowd, his nose was filled with the scent of iron. Another spear was thrown into the bush just barely missing Simon's right foot. The hunters had found their prey, a beast to be slaughtered.
Simon's hand clung to his bleeding cheek as he ran into the foliage, his instincts screamed to run. Simon glanced out to an open field, he could make it if he was lucky... and if the boys' aim was terrible. Simon's foot pushed into the dirt below him, sending his body towards the field. If he could be seen in full detail the boys would recognize him. Simon's neck felt a strange sensation, the sound of wood slamming into skin filled the air. Simon's body collapsed as the wood spear struck him in the neck, his balance pushing him down the small hill. Simon couldn't scream, he could barely even move. And like that the boys jumped atop him ready to finish their prey.
Simon's last sight would be Roger's face, the evil smile adorning his pale skin. Roger was the one to start the chant, Roger was the one who incapacitated the albino boy. Simon could see in Roger's eyes, the boy knew he wasnt killing a beast. Roger knew he was killing a human, yet the boy didn't care as he cheered.
"Goodnight Simon~" Roger's last words to the boy hung in Simon's mind. No one else heard them, not that they would care.
Soon the spears would come down, their heads separating Simon's skin puncturing into his muscle. Before he could speak a hole had been made through his neck. The spears tore and tore away at him, like a toddler eating their first birthday cake. His body unable to be recognized, not even by his own parents. His silhouette simply a puddle of blood. The rain poured down, and with it Simon's body was taken to sea. No one would be aware of his death, no one would be able to tell his story.
The truth of the beast's existence would never be revealed, its only messenger floated and floated.
