The Lady and the Flies

Chapter 20

Hey loves! I'm proud to present to you Chapter 20! Did you know I've been writing this since September?! Woah.... Anywho, thanks so much for your usual, amazing support <3

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Fear
Swallow me whole
Life help me take control
Feel safe
Fly straight
Feel safe

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The world was quiet for what seemed like an eternity. And then came the scream.

It pierced through the sweaty air like a knife upon flesh, ripping it open so that all its entities poured out and soaked the world. The sea groaned, the forest breathed, and from behind the quivering children, a beast slept. When the scream quieted, it seemed as though the entire island shivered, heaving in one labored breath to express its disdain.

Clare realized that her dry throat could no longer cope with her shriek of anguish, and in a moment of bane confusion and blurred anger, she set her sights on Roger and pounced, toppling over with the boy beneath her.

His spear rolled over to the side, disregarded with a sense of perturbed apprehension. Clare clawed at his face, her eyes obscured by tears, and then she was babbling nonsense and shrieking and screaming, feeling her lungs burning in anger. Everyone was still for a moment; nobody was quite sure whether to mind Clare or look back at Jack, who had taken on an entirely different persona. The blue eyes, which now shone like ice from his warpaint widened, and the small pinkness of his mouth fell open. He screamed, not in horror but in mutilated victory, then jabbed his spear at Ralph.

"You see!" He yelled, ignoring the sobs from the girl. Roger still struggled from beneath her; he was taken in a moment of shock. After all, he'd only just killed someone.

Someone as in a human.

A living, breathing, thinking being.

Purposefully.

Roger sneered and tossed the girl from his flailing limbs, pinning her to the ground beneath him and reaching viciously for his spear. Jack, enlightened by the stark look of fear plastered on his enemy's face, scoured closer to the rocks and shrieks. There was a violent thrash, the coarse sound of uproar, and then the deadly motion of Jack launching his spear towards Ralph — launching to kill.

But then as if lightning struck the land beneath them, Ralph took, more like dragged, the hopeless girl and ran into the depths of jungle. To safety, to sanctuary.

Roger groaned in humiliation and dissatisfaction. There was  flared marks on his face from where Clare's nails marred his flesh, but aside from that, he held no evidence of his assault. Grey eyes stirred with infatuated rage.

The hunters, torn between Piggy's demise, Ralph's humiliation, and Clare's terror, turned back and forth, glancing from their redheaded chief to the empty rocks where Piggy once stood. Then, in a great commotion, Jack moved to his second-in-command. He took up his spear and growled, unsure whether to scold Roger or praise him.

"Roger!" He yelled. Roger glanced up, nodded, and arose. Jack's face, flushed in anger, grew redder. "What the hell are you doing, why didn't you stop them?"

Roger spat once more. "Little bitch clawed at me." He wiped his nose, almost like a child, and threw a glare at the crowd. "Apparently Ralph didn't teach her place on this island." Jack's ill feelings dispersed and his reddened anger was replaced with a curling grin.

"Well then. I suppose we'll have to teach her."

His blue eyes scoured the crowd of hunters and stood in front of them, arms open as if to portray a sort of false welcome.