captured // lord of the flies

abduction: 2015

the children sat on the plane in peace. most have them have fallen asleep, for they had been aboard the plane for almost five hours now. jack snored next to his close friend roger, and leaned against the window.

roger sighed, his phone died already, and he's anything but tired. he contemplated waking jack, but decided it was best to not have to deal with his attitude he gets when he's tired.

he stood up, and shimmied over the quiet boy next to him. he couldn't quite remember his name, something with an s. he was a very small child with locks of dark brown hair waving over his ears. the boy was very introverted. in fact, today was probably only the second time roger has ever spoken to the him.

"would you mind if i sit here?" he asked softly. "yeah go for it." roger replied, whilst arguing with jack over who gets to use the arm rest between their two seats.

jack obviously won. he bribed roger with a box of maltesers if he let him use it.

anyway, roger walked down the isle, stepping over the limp feet of sleeping preteens, and into the small bathroom.

he shut and locked the door, and took a well fancy piss.

as the boy with the black, wavy hair rinsed his hands under the running water, he looked up at himself in the mirror. he picked out a few spots on his face where some of the first signs of puberty were showing. acne. 'come on rog, just think about three years from now. this is nothing compared to what's gonna happen.'

roger rolled his eyes and walked out of the closet sized bathroom.

he wondered how the others felt about it, specifically the one they called piggy.

as his feet carried him back to his designated seat, he lost his balance, and collapsed onto the floor of the aircraft, bruising his chin on the way down.

"shit..." he whispered, gingerly feeling the damage done to his face.

roger, too preoccupied with what his 'gorgeous face,' as his mother would always tell him, would look like after being affected by puberty, and clumsiness, did not notice the children around him rising from their slumber.

the boys on the plane rubbed their eyes and stretched, too groggy to understand what truly woke them.

and then it happened again.

the plane shook and rumbled. the twin boys, known as sam and eric shot their heads towards each other with wide eyes. "you felt that too?" sam asked his brother. "what do you think, dork!" the twin retorted.

outside the plane was a russian military aircraft. as much as the pilot tried to get away, frontier planes are not build for air fighting.

through ruckus, and the horrifying screams of beyond worried boys, the plane went crashing down with all the boys inside.

the russian soldiers claimed they would rescue them, but the word rescue was a bit of a stretch.

in fact, they would have been better off dead.