Sucks To Your Ass-Mar

Cry of the Lovers (Prologue)

"You talk too much."

"Well then why don't you come over here and shut me up?"

Careful words. Spoken with a silver tongue bathed in royal poison. I could go, and show him what I'm made of, but the best that I can do is merely ignore him.

A pretty mouth. Lips so red you could swear they were death's long lost cousin. Chapped with the freedom that he inhales only on the weekends. He's cautious around the monitors, and his savagery is limited to childish monikers.

I've let him out of his cage, and his eyes are screaming danger. Who knew how this would affect him? Those little slips of paper?

A drop of acid in my stomach.

I did.

Yet I did it anyway.

But the pieces are in place. And who could really blame him? Standing here with his soul on fire, turning me to petty ashes?

I could.

And I do.

Because it was like Heaven. But the angels were dressed in rags. And he always paid them not to take off their tags.

Never thought I'd see the day, a wolf would keep the dogs at bay, but here it is.
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"Jack!"

Ralph looked at him with wide eyes, but Jack was drunk and blinded by ambition. Shadows writhed over his once pale appearance, and it looked as if the darkness had finally clawed its way into the bitter remains of his heart.

Piggy felt as if he had been birched. Dragged along in a concrete jungle, and taken captive by a savage in the midst of night. His gasping was audible enough to make the gloaming haired sadist behind him long to hear him gasp a little more; he wanted to hear his pain and feed on it.

"Keep moving Arse Boy."

"But my As-"

"Sucks to your Ass-mar Piggy!"

A figure, jaded by the dreams of a fool rose up from the darkness, pleased to meet his partner in crime.

But his blue eyes shifted from his malevolent comrade and instead glowered at a fair haired boy from the gloom. Familiar crescents lay under his electric irises, side effects of madness. They were the same semi-circles that were gouged in Ralph's palms.

The two avatars of insanity stood facing each other. They were both sons of sin; they were brothers in debauchery. Ralph's messy hair fell into his shaded line of sight. He let it, never removing his eyes from the primitive gaze of the Chief.

It was unspoken that there was no understanding here, only respect. No love existed save for a diluted shred. And that shred was going to be taken care of promptly. That is if the Chief had anything to say about it.

This was dirty place. A dirty place with tainted ideals. And Ralph knew it was stupid to come here. But everyone was a little young and dumb from time to time.

Some moreso than the rest, but necessary nonetheless.

Jack could no longer resist the craving to go to spare.

"Come now, knees up." A salacious smirk found its way onto the boy's face and he reveled in the reaction he was getting from the blonde boy. He was a villain forged from the contemptible fires of a tame childhood. The only thing he knew was fear; the only thing he wanted was power.

Love couldn't win a cage match. And no matter how much he wanted Ralph, it was still a fight. The eternal struggle between violence and a scintilla of solicitude was always present in his gut.

But even so, that diabolical grin attached itself to Jack's face and wouldn't let go.

Ralph was a child of civilization. And as such, he was blind to its flaws. Etiquette often came hand in hand with lies. He really ought to open up his newborn eyes. But the adults were always in charge, and mother and father knew more than all the almanacs in the world. He was a product of a manufactured view of life and love.

Who needed facts when red tape was so painstakingly cheap and easy?

Perhaps that's why his eyes were presently burning.

The beast with blue eyes had exposed him to the corruption that civilization was. He had ripped off the red tape. God knows why it was red. It could've been blood. Then again it could have just been paint. One thing was known for sure.

It was the color of the rose petals that were strewn about the floor.

It was a blessing and a curse. But Ralph still fought for it. Funny how people are afraid of catching the disease they already have.

Not all beasts have blue eyes. Not all savages have red hair that feels soft to the touch. Not all monsters have such skilled crimson mouths. Hands that squeeze and hurt. A body that smacks his like a tsunami. A predator that only preys on angels that long to sin just as much as they save.

"You shouldn't have got caught up in this golden boy."

A sneer was projected at the once strong leader, but there was already a terrible laugh that threatened to usurp his body.

An uneasy pair of eyes shifted in between the two breathing juxtapositions.

Eyes that would soon be gouged out if Roger had anything to say about it.

"This is wrong." Ralph said, keeping his sweet eyes on his boyfriend- or what used to be his boyfriend. The thing that stood before him could now be loosely interpreted as a beast.

A beast with skies for eyes and blood red lips. A monster is my universe. He told himself and shivered despite his own warmth.

"A lot of things are wrong, sweetheart. You're going to have to specify-"

"This isn't funny. Stop joking around." But even as he said the words, he could feel a terrifying laugh threaten to overcome him. He was scared of himself. He was scared of everything.

But it was just so funny.

They could claw their way out of Hell, and it would still be funny. Jack could shoot the boy in red, and he could come tumbling off the wall. But most of all, he would just succumb to this hysteria that had burrowed into his mind like termites.

The humor, the sick twisted humor he carried with him shone through his eyes. It possessed him with a need to laugh. He couldn't take it. His boyfriend was a psycho.

His boyfriend was a psycho.

Repetition didn't hurt him nor benefit him. He saw it as a healthy medium, as he had gone numb so long ago that the poison in his head didn't even fluster him.

Then again, the poison had been there so long, that at the present moment it felt like an uncomfortable comfort.

Through trials and tribulations, it had coiled in his mind, making itself cozy like a vile feline.

Merging with his sanity, making mince meat of his once clear conscience.

But it wasn't always like this.

In fact, the story of just how this drastic tragedy came to be, is the backbone of our story.

Stick around if you'd like to see, a children's tale whose nature is most gory...

A/N: Hey guys. (And girls, and gender fluids, and etc...) Thanks for checking out my fanfic. There is a bit of background info that may be helpful for you to know.

1. The boys were rescued shortly after Mulberry birthmark boy died.

2. Jack never truly formed his separate tribe- which eventually leads him to split with Ralph in this story, (sorry Jalph shippers.)

3. All the boys- Piggy, Ralph, Simon, Roger, and Jack- have had their memories wiped by mysterious gov. officials. Whom you will hear about later on.

     C'est ça. Merci pour votre temps. :)