"Do it," Ralph muttered mockingly, "Kill me. Do it right now." Jack wanted to, but... "Do it, Jack. Kill me. Wouldn't the sailors be delighted to see my corpse on the ground with you standing over me?" The boys stopped mucking around and watched Jack and Ralph's feud. Ralph smiled. "Now we've got witnesses. Doesn't that turn you on, Jack? I know you like the attention. Why else would you have left me, Killed Simon. Killed Piggy," Ralph spat. "Shut up. Shut up," Jack hushed, "That was all, Roger." "You can't blame your crimes on someone else. You're just as guilty as him" Jack looked around and saw the faces of fearful tribe members. It's what he would've wanted on the Island, but they're not on the Island anymore. The sailors had come and picked up the boys from Australia's Penn Islet. Simon and Piggy are dead. Ralph is messed up. Jack and Roger are insane. Theres no way that this could end well. But could it? NOTE: All these characters belong to William Golding. I simply wrote the story. TRIGGER WARNING: This story has depictions of: -cutting -suicide -religious "bad mouthing"