Lord Of The Flies: Savage

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

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After eating some fruit and downing it with water, Jen decided to wonder. Dried up leaves crushed under her feet, and dangling vines slapped her in the face.

She ducked her head from the out stretched branches and itchy vines and leaves, avoiding getting slapped in the face again by nature.

Suddenly she stopped, and finally looked around. It clicked.

She somehow got herself stuck on a Island with snotty nose kids, far, far away from civilization, and far, far away from home.

Her breath got caught in her throat. She felt extremely sick and wanted nothing more then to crawl into her bed and roll herself into a ball.

How did this happen? It just didn't make sense to her.

Homesickness, helplessness, loneliness, fear. All those emotions weighed down on Jen.

What was she suppose to do? How could she get to the comfort of her bedroom again? What did she have to do to be able to see the dirty street of Queens again? Hell, she wouldn't mind spending a whole day in Global History if it meant she'll be able to go home.

She spanned out of her train of thought when crushing leaves rang in her ears.

Worriedly, she turn around to face the culprit.

What she saw scared the living crap out of her...

Crouching lowly to the ground with it's hooves hooked deeply into the ground, looking reading to pounce at any moment. The boar inched closer, growling at her. Before she even realized, she screamed her bloody head off and shot down the opposite direction of the boar.

Instantly, Jen was running for her life down the forest floor. The boar was not far behind, it's hooves thumping onto the ground painfully loud.

And just before she was about to jump over a pile of fallen branches that blocked her way, she had tripped over her own foot and fallen to her doom.

'No, not a twig or a rock that would be too mainstream for me. NO, it had to be my OWN foot that dashed all the hope of me surviving away,' somehow between it all she was able to scold herself.

The boar halted a few feet away from her. Then as if on propose, the boar stalked towards her in a slow and tantalizing pace. As if he wanted to torture her before he stomped her to the ground and made her his breakfast, lunch, and dinner.

'How dare you, you stupid pig! If you're gonna eat me, eat already!' As if reading her mind it flung himself towards her, his hooves out stretched, ready to ding into her flesh.

Jen squeezed her eyes shut and awaited the final blow, but surprisingly it never came. After a while she opened her eyes.

There, right before her was none other then, Jack Merridew, himself. Somehow, he was able to get there in the nick of time. Stabbing the boar right between the eyes, stopping it's pursue on Jen any further.

Speechless and shock, she stood up, her legs were shacking and wobbling, but she kept herself steady enough to not fall on her face once more.

Jack pulled the knife out from in between the boars eyes and whipped the blood on its body before tucking it back inside his tattered shorts.

The boar suddenly fell on its side, where it laid lifeless.

Jack took his eyes from the dead animal and adverted onto the startled girl in front of him.

"T-thanks Ja-Jack-"

"Save it."

He glared at her coldly. Strangely, she flinched inwardly, she felt a bit hurt by this, though she couldn't understand why. She never reacted that way before when his icy glare was directed to her when they first met, and earlier today.

Or maybe she was still shaken up by almost being stomped to death by a livid boar. Yeah, that must be it.

Jacks cruel voice penetrated through her thoughts.

"If you ever think of acting as if you're above me again, you might just end up like that boar," he sneered. "Dead."

He advanced towards her until he had her pushed against a tree. She didn't realize he had swiftly taken his knife out of the pocket he kept it in, until he had it pushed against her neck. Not hard enough to leave a deep cut, but enough to draw some blood. She hissed in pain, as the cold steel cut through her skin, drawing blood. It leaked down her neck and down her shirt.

Right then and there, she wish that boar had killed her and made her his meal. At least she would die with pride.

She felt so helpless and little as he trailed the tip of the knife down her neck, cutting through the fabric of her shirt. He stopped before a lot could be seen; still enough covered to leave the mind to their imagination.

She bit her lip, and forced herself not to cry. She didn't want him to see her at her weakest.

Jack's face was barely an inch away from her's, their noses brushing.

He then spoke again, in the same cruel voice as before, "And if you breath a word of this to Ralph-" He stopped, as if thinking of something, then a sadistic smirk married his features as he continued. "You'll wish you were that lifeless boar after I'm through with you."

In a blink of an eye, Jack left her alone with her thoughts.

...And of course the dead corpse of the boar that once wanted to do the same to her.