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Ruelle - Monsters

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Monsters stuck in your head

(We are, we are, we are)

Monsters under your bed 

(We are, we are, we are)

We are Monsters, oh, oh

...hands...feet...arms...legs...my head is so heavy...where is the rest of me...

Wincing in pain, I kept my eyes screwed shut. Opening them felt like too much effort. My head felt like it was stuffed with cotton and a ten-pound bowling ball. I felt coarse, rough sand underneath my hands. I rubbed my eyes and opened them. I was in a cave of some sort, with a wide mouth facing the ocean. I frowned, realizing how high up I was.

This must be somewhere up on the mountain, I thought to myself. That must be where I am.

The real question was how I got here.

I rubbed more sleep out of my eyes and crawled to the entrance of the cave. I needed to get back to Ralph and Piggy. If I remembered correctly, something came and attacked us the night before. I needed to make sure they were okay.

"Don't you want to know why you're here?" I whipped my head around, eyes wide with fear. In the far corner was Roger, painted head to toe in the clay, clutching a long spear. I whimpered and scuttled faster to the entrance, adrenaline fueling my escape. My hands closed around a rock on the ground. I ran my thumb along the edge of it, feeling a sharp edge.

"Relax, I'm not going to hurt you," he said, smirking as he walked towards me. "Don't you think if I wanted to hurt you I'd have done it while you were asleep?"

"Get-get away from me," I squeaked, shooting to my feet. I swallowed the lump in my throat. "Get away from me!" I repeated, louder this time. That was better. I squeezed the rock in my hand. I'd cut him open if I had to. I'd kill him if I had to. I raised the rock in my hand, pointing the sharp end towards him. I'd hurt him the way he hurt Simon and avenge him. I'd hurt him the way he hurt me.

The best part? There were no adults to tell me this was wrong, and to throw me in jail and throw away the key.

I was free to do what I wanted.

"Come on." He stopped and smiled at me, eyes cold, unfriendly, uncaring. "Not even a little bit curious?" He walked faster towards me, reaching towards me, and I panicked. Rock clutched in hand, I lunged at him, a vicious snarl rising in my throat. Raising the rock, I grabbed his arm in one hand to hold him still and stabbed the rock down with the other, drawing a line of blood from his chest.

"That's for Simon," I snarled. "And this-" I slashed the rock across his stomach, spattering blood on my shirt. "-is for me." Roger looked down at the wounds I'd created with a lazy sort of smile on his face.

"Feisty, aren't you." I bristled with anger.

"I'll show you feisty!" I shouted, the words scraping at my throat as I got ready to hurt him again, but before I could, I backed into someone. I spun around and screamed. A painted figure stood behind me, watching with an unreadable expression on their face, made even more incomprehensible by the paint and the leaf mask they wore over their eyes, two holes poked through so they could see.

"What the heck is-Y/n?" He looked me up and down, then at the blood-stained rock in my hand, a bewildered look on his face. "What are you doing here?"

"Jack?" I said in disbelief.