The Lord of Flies: Extended Chapter
Chapter 13: From Beyond the Darkness
Sand worked its way into his wounds as Ralph got up on his feet, using the stake as a crutch. He could hear the the tribe as they came from the burning jungle, chasing him down the beach. Many carried their own spears,holding them above their heads surrounding him, his back was to the sea.
The stick was sharpened at both ends.
Ralph remembers what Simon said to him, you’ll make it back all right.
Ralph could not tell who anyone was because of his long hair. They pushed him, they all got excited, because they thought this horrible hunt may be over. Ralph yelled at them. They responded in kindly, wanting to kill him though. One of the boys moved towards him, and Ralph stepped back because of what he saw in his hands.
A stick sharpened at both ends.
Roger came towards Ralph, holding the stick in both hands, Roger was full of hate. Each end of the stake was pointed. It had been made just to kill Ralph. Ralph had his own weapon, and everyone in the tribe laughed.
Roger was getting excited, so he ran forward, trying to hit Ralph in the chest. Ralph moved out of the way and was sliced across the arm. He lost his balance and fell down in the sand. He knew Roger was looking at him, even though his back was to him, and Ralph knew he was about to die. A few seconds went by, and nothing happened. Another five and Ralph noticed no one was talking. Ralph opened his eyes and turned over, looking at Roger. Roger was just standing there, the stake wasn't in his hands. The rest of the tribe had become silent. Jack had arrived.
“Step back.” The Jack said to Roger. The knife, still had blood from the last pig they killed, held in his right hand. The choir cap was still on his head.
The hate between Jack and Ralph no one could understand. Ralph couldn't think of any words to say. He wanted to think of some words to make an agreement now that he knew he had no other choice, but death. No words came.
“Spears down.” Jack said, his eyes
Sand worked its way into his wounds as Ralph got up on his feet, using the stake as a crutch. He could hear the the tribe as they came from the burning jungle, chasing him down the beach. Many carried their own spears,holding them above their heads surrounding him, his back was to the sea.
The stick was sharpened at both ends.
Ralph remembers what Simon said to him, you’ll make it back all right.
Ralph could not tell who anyone was because of his long hair. They pushed him, they all got excited, because they thought this horrible hunt may be over. Ralph yelled at them. They responded in kindly, wanting to kill him though. One of the boys moved towards him, and Ralph stepped back because of what he saw in his hands.
A stick sharpened at both ends.
Roger came towards Ralph, holding the stick in both hands, Roger was full of hate. Each end of the stake was pointed. It had been made just to kill Ralph. Ralph had his own weapon, and everyone in the tribe laughed.
Roger was getting excited, so he ran forward, trying to hit Ralph in the chest. Ralph moved out of the way and was sliced across the arm. He lost his balance and fell down in the sand. He knew Roger was looking at him, even though his back was to him, and Ralph knew he was about to die. A few seconds went by, and nothing happened. Another five and Ralph noticed no one was talking. Ralph opened his eyes and turned over, looking at Roger. Roger was just standing there, the stake wasn't in his hands. The rest of the tribe had become silent. Jack had arrived.
“Step back.” The Jack said to Roger. The knife, still had blood from the last pig they killed, held in his right hand. The choir cap was still on his head.
The hate between Jack and Ralph no one could understand. Ralph couldn't think of any words to say. He wanted to think of some words to make an agreement now that he knew he had no other choice, but death. No words came.
“Spears down.” Jack said, his eyes