Blog 9

Chapters 11-12

Final Ending

Piggy sauntered behind me, clutching my arm. I felt guilty for his blindness, because it was my fault for not stopping Jack truly. I glanced behind me at Samneric with sarcasm. I had told them not to bring spears because that was not what we wanted, we did not want a fight, I wanted to confront Jack about Piggys glasses because it was cruel and diddle of him to do such a thing. We emerged so quiet, all that was herd was the slight cracking of the hardened leaves beneath our dense bare feet. We soon were standing at the rare of Castle Rock. Jacks Rock. And Jacks Savages. My hands quivered violently as I held up the conch to blow. The sound came out low and harsh. A few Savages gathered around in a cordon at the top of the rock, snickering quietly.

I spoke loud and clear and with force, until I herd Jacks foot steps creep behind me. The Savage's on top of Castle Rock grew delirious. As much as I hate to talk about it, me and Jack got into a truculently, violent fight. To make the long heart breaking story short, Jack ordered a few of his unidentified hunters to tie up Samneric. So i was left with Piggy, the conch, and the last few pieces of courage I had before I could snap like a twig. Piggy took the conch and began to protest to the others. And what he was saying was surly true and I felt a sense of pride flicker across my expression; until I herd sort of a crunch, thudding sound. A bit of a sound of glass braking, and another sound of a crunching noise. I herd a large object roll carelessly into the forest. Tinkles of warm blood fell upon the tops of my feet. When I looked up, the grass was red and Piggy's body lay lifelessly. There were patches of round, distended bumps swelling right bellow the rock had hit; yellow, slimy stuff that looked like guts spilled out of an area and all i could see was his bloody gray skull. The blood and raced in columns down his expressionless face. Flies were already starting to swarm. And the conch had turned into bits of white sharks teeth.

It was as if it was on purpose. They killed Piggy for a reason, and now they were after me. Me. The last time i spoke to Samneric on the island was that very night. They told me to stay away, they gave me meat( at least to bring me hope, because they new it was only my final hours) and they warned me about Roger sharpening the spear they'll hunt me with on both ends. But what does that mean? The next morning it was all about time, concentration, and not being seen. I ran through the trees, hid in most of reliable creeper which were visible to be impossible to crawl in. But later on that day, I smelt something raw. An oily, raw, and smoking smell. Coming from all directions. The Fire! I was to busy focusing on how to stay alive to put together what this meant. And then the fire was big and deadly. I ran as fast as i ever did in my life towards the beach when I suddenly stumbled at a pair of shined shoes. I looked up, and there was a tall figure. His face was shaded because the sun was behind him, and it startled me. He asked a few questions that I did not fully catch. I may have answered them but was to traumatized to put it all into place. And then I got it. We crash landed on an island, with no adults, I was chief at first, I new what was right, and then a littlelun with the mulberry-birth mark on his cheek went missing, Jack made his own tribe, We killed Simon by mistake, Roger killed Piggy, and I was next. If that officer had not been here right now, I would have already been found dead, with bloody spears sticking out of me. There was this great pain, building in my chest and I could not take it no longer. I snaped like a Twig. The first time in months.

The police spoke again with horror in his tone this time.

"What have you done?"

Jack and his Savages looked at the officer as if they had just awoken from a terrible nightmare. The Savages joined in my sorrow and grief as Jack stand pitiful, with wide, unfathomable eyes.