The sun had finally set, and ralph could not organise his thoughts. He lay awake in the thicket, his mind full to bursting point.
'Will Samneric save me? I miss Piggy. I hate Jack.But he was my friend.Roger too ,I hate him. God doesn't exist. No, God is real so I can't be in any danger can I? Daddy will save me. But what about The Beast?? He'll get me. I should pray for his mercy...
So Ralph went to hunt, and in the late hours of darkness, found his prey. The pig was asleep ,and so he snuck up to it, twisting its neck ,before setting to work on hacking its head off. The blood, smelt... sweet and yet it had no effect on him. He was fine ,Ralph liked the blood and the way the animal squealed. The power was unimaginable, he felt like God.
Once back in his lair, Ralph sharpened a stick and on it ,placed the pig's head. Then he prayed to The Beast. He prayed until daybreak, chanting “ kill the pig, cut Jack's throat, spill their blood.” over and over.
Morning arrived, and Ralph awoke to the sound of crackling, the canopy around him blackened with smoke, and trees ablaze, their trunks orange and their leaves black, so that they no longer seemed as though they were trees, but flowers which had been upturned and placed back into the earth so that the roots showed, whilst part of the flower lay submerged in the soil.
'It's the Beast,' thought Ralph, 'he's saved me!'
Ralph began to scream this over and over again, whilst on the other side of the island, the savages heard his confident cries of triumph.
'Roger, head towards that thicket ,quietly though. Creep around the back with Samneric. I'll head towards the front with the rest. On my signal, once there, we'll point our spears around him and thrust. He'll have no chance.'
'Yes chief. Round this way lads.'
'Three, two, one..' Jack made that strange ululating sound samneric had described to Ralph. On hearing this ,sudden realisation dawned on Ralph ,and surprising the ignorant predators which lay in wait, sprung from his hiding place and speared as many as he could see, in a red haze of frenzy, until nobody except Jack, Sam, Eric and Roger remained. Ralph moved towards Eric, he wanted to save the best until last, and with one quick jab to the throat, left him lifeless, his limp body meaningless, and unacceptable to nature around him ,for he was not washed away, nor was his blood ,and Ralph's sacrifice to nature had been ignored.
Quickly, he moved towards Sam, but Roger came up behind him ,and he saw Jack and Sam fleeing in his peripheral vision as he turned to face the once shy Roger...
Walking away from the scene of battle, his body smeared in blood, Ralph set off in search of the last two. He sprinted through the jungle he now knew like the back of his hand, hacking away at the leaves with his new spear, one end of which had been made into a club with the addition of Roger's head , which now bounced away from the trees like a common plaything.
Ralph was running, and suddenly, the darkness left ,and as he looked out on the horizon, he saw a ship setting off in the distance. No fire would work, smoke was already engulfing the very island, and as he sunk to his knees, full of self pity, guilt, fear and contempt, he remembered his oncd wise friend Piggy, his glasses, and the conch.
