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Affairs of Adversaries	By : FatalyxTantalizing Category: G through L > Lord of the Flies Views: 3283 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Lord of the Flies, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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A/N: I’m actually writing Lord of the Flies fanfiction…Never thought that would happen! Ah well, I can’t stop the ideas that randomly haunt me n-n;. So this will take place after they’re rescued and on the ship. SO that means Piggy and Simon are currently dead, just to clarify. Umm, that’s all that I can really say without going into the plot line, so, enjoy and review!

Disclaimer: Lord of the Flies and all of its characters belong to William Golding, not me. But I do own the plot…in a way…sort of…I have no claims on anything but my ideas!

Pairing: (eventually) JackRalph, JackRoger, slight (past) RalphSimon

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Ralph curled into the rough sheets of the ship’s cabins. Even with the coarse fibers rubbing against his skin, it was the most comfort that he had felt in a long time. Even though the fabric was not of the finest make, it was still comforting to know that he was once again in the world of order he had once knew. The world of simple pleasures and continuity. Yes, here was safe. Here Ralph could stay hidden from all that had occurred on the island. Here he could return to the boy of the British family whose only concern was if he’d dirty his stockings enough to stain and get him into trouble with his mum and tea time wasn’t a dream but a daily routine that bored him. These rough sheets were his first ties back into that life. Yet Ralph, deep inside his mind, knew that he would and could not be able to return to what he had once been.

His eyes gazed blankly at the white walls of the ship. His mind was wandering somewhere far off from this marvelous ship that was currently heading back to Britain, somewhere where the wild-things ran free and the statuses of the common world were only fleeting remembrances to the primitive establishments. Ralph’s stomach heaved with the ship, unnerved by the memories tied with the island. He closed his eyes, slipping into the warm black that was found within the comfort of his eyelids.

Ralph inhaled deeply, eased by the smell of the oatmeal soap that he had been bathed in. The scratchy soap was applied to his skin almost immediately after boarding the ship, as he mused on how awful they all must smell from their lack of proper baths on the island. Although the foreign substance rubbing furiously at the caked on mud and blood of his self yielded his skin to turn a vibrant shade of red, it was nice to feel clean once more. He had even been spared some shampoo, washing out his long tresses. They now hung limply around his face, still damp from the washing. The smell of cleanliness and rotting ship wood eased Ralph enough for the moment.

He had not seen the others since boarding onto the steam liner. They had been ushered onto the ship, and Ralph had been one of the first to be cleaned up and given a room. The littleuns had cried nonstop since their arrival to the boat, and the distant wailing could be detected even from Ralph’s dormitory. There was another three empty beds in his chambers, him having claimed the top right one. It had an elegant view of the sea, if you could see out of the dirtied porthole. Yet Ralph was not interested in sightseeing, wanting to be left alone from everything.

No one could understand. They couldn’t grasp what it had been like being chased through the forest and being the prey of the hunters. Ralph tried to expel these thoughts, yet it seemed inevitable that he must face it. Many a curious and pitiful face he had passed when bathing and entering his quarters. These looks sickened and angered Ralph. He was not some exhibit, a case to be analyzed and dissected. Those stares were unnerving and made him feel like a spectacle on parade. After all, he was the only one not dolled up like some rampant savage when he came aboard.

Ralph heaved a sigh, halting his thoughts before they progressed any further on that track. Ralph had been screening his thoughts a lot for the past day or so that they had been on the ship. He had come across most of the littleuns and a few of the biguns sleeping in the halls when he had gone out that morning. Most were not yet washed up or situated. He had not seen Jack nor Roger in the ranks, meaning they had been placed in a room, thankfully not his own. At the thought of the two, something lit inside the boy. Ralph’s eyes darkened with unbidden emotions for the two. He stared listlessly at the wall as multiple thoughts jumbled his brain, landing on one fact- hate.

Ralph was certain that he hated those two the most. They were the cause of all of it, or so he told himself. Ralph did not want to think of the blame and where to put it, so he was content in pining it to them two. He knew that Jack would point the blame on him, Roger would do the same, yet Ralph would point it right back at them. True, it was rather childish, and he had matured more than that on the island, yet his ego mixed with his emotions, not allowing him to fully comprehend everything and formulate a true blame. Something told him that if he did so, he would not like the answer.

Clenching his eyes shut, Ralph cleared his mind. All thoughts abandoned him. Images of his father and house played like old scenes from the tele. The comforts of his own house- his own room swept over the older boy. He felt an odd sense of nostalgia, just letting the warmth and comfort that his family brought wash over him. His eyes snapped open as the creak of the door was heard.

The muscles in Ralph’s body tensed naturally, as he was ready for the means of escaping. Realizing that no one could harm him now, Ralph coaxed his taunt muscles to relax. As he settled down, his eyes glanced down at the intruders. Two identical faces stared up at him. Their eyes mixed with pain, sorrow, and guilt. Samneric stared up at the boy who looked blankly down at them. They remained in an uncomfortable silence until they both sat down on the bunk beneath Ralph’s. Some whisperings were able to be heard if one listened well enough. After an hour or so, they reemerged, with pleading looks on their face.

“Ralph,” Sam started…or maybe it was Eric. Ralph showed no sign of recognition or understanding, yet the other twin decided to venture onward.

“He threatened us-”

“We really didn’t want to-”

“Honest we didn’t!”

“-But he had the stick-”

“And Sam and me, well, you see-" Eric stopped as Ralph held up a hand.

“We’re going home. We’re all going to be okay,” he stated, passing the meaning that everything on the island would not be held against these two. The twins looked up to him, eyes pleading with the words that had passed the lips of the one that they had respected for so long. Ralph’s impassive stare was taken as one of unwavering nerve and certainty by the two. Samneric grinned smally at the stoic Ralph. They noticed the change in their former leader, sharing a small glance between each other. The message was conveyed dually, and a flash of understanding sparked. Each twin took a bottom bunk, keeping a peaceful silence.

“The sun’s set, Ralph. You’ve been in here all day, you probably didn’t know it,” one of the twins stated, informing the boy that it was currently late and they were going to sleep in little words. Ralph grunted in response. The silence once reigned again. After what Ralph estimated to be a few minutes, even breathing was heard from the twins’ beds. Ralph then noticed the darkness of the room. Within the hours that the twins had been there, the room had darkened dramatically, and now seeing one’s hand was a near impossible task.

From months upon the island, or so Ralph assumed not having asked the crew of the date, Ralph could see a bit better than most in the dark. He could make out one of the twins forms on the bed diagonal from his, chest rising and falling rhythmically. His brother’s breathing complimented his own, being on the exact opposite time beat. Ralph slid to the edge of his bed, letting his feet dangle. The sliver of moonlight that entered through the dark porthole hit his eyes directly. It gave his face an eerie blue glow, making his handsome feature more prominent.

Ralph really didn’t deserve this finery. He didn’t deserve to be rescued when two much better humans had been killed oh so savagely on that island along with other deaths that he himself had not accounted for, for their number would most defiantly crush ones morale. He had been in charge, how had he let everything slip into that mayhem? How did his two best men become prey for the bloodthirsty beasts that haunted within us all? If he had just…done something, Piggy and Simon would have been on this boat with them. And maybe, this rift wouldn’t be there between himself and the rest of everyone. Yet, that was his punishment. It was his fault, his fault that they were dead.

Ralph mentally reprimanded himself. No, he scolded, no it is not your fault! If it hadn’t been for Jack, none of that would have started. It was all Jack’s doing. For wasn’t it his people who had attacked the beast? Attacked Simon? Wasn’t it Roger, under Jack’s command, who had killed Piggy? Since when are you Jack Merridew or that pig Roger? No, you are Ralph, just Ralph. His self-soothing did little to aid in his conscience. Ralph slid off of the bed, his feet touching the grubby floor.

He was in a loose white shirt and brown trousers with tan patches. They were shabby yet the best that they could provide for them. Ralph adjusted the overlarge neck line to fit almost properly before heading towards the cabin door. The ship was rocking back and forth lightly with the seas. Everything was just right aboard the steam liner. Ralph walked down the hallway, noticing that there were no longer littleuns strewn about. His eyes were able to make out the structures near him with the help of the small amount of moonlight that was admitted to the hallway. There were doors on wither side of the hallway. As he walked calmly down the aisle, the teetering of the ship gave it a soft creaking. Ralph paid no heed to the noise, dismissing it as normal and continued on his stroll. Where was he going, Ralph was unsure. He hadn’t had time to explore the ship during the day, worried to run into someone that he would have rather not, and also wanting to escape the curious and pitying glances that seemed to follow him like the plague.

Drawing Ralph out of his observing, a loud noise and a sharp rock to the ship sent Ralph shaking into the wall. He steadied himself against the hard wood, gathering his footing once again. Shouting and the scrambling of feet were able to be heard from above. Ralph stared at the ceiling perplexed. He backed up slowly, wanting to get back to the comfort of those rough sheets. As another thunderous noise and hazardous shaking hit them, Ralph stumbled back, grasping onto the wall for support, wanting to get back to his room immediately. A gust of water swooshed at his legs, making him slip in the liquid. Regaining his balance, Ralph’s back was pressed against the wall.

Another bang and a sharp toss to the right sent Ralph flying into the opposite wall, more water streamed down into the under level. Ralph let out a strangled shout, as the water whisked him to instability. When he was finally able to regain his footing, he ran a mad dash for his room. Again, another blow was struck to the ship, making him going flying to the right, just as a door was opening. Ralph was thrown into a hard, lean body. Rather than knocking this other person over, they both stood there for a moment, Ralph having been caught by this person. As the ship rocked, red hair was revealed. Ralph felt his throat catch, pushing away from none other than Jack.

“What’s going on,” Jack demanded.

“I…I dunno. I was just,” he made a motion to the hallway. Jack just barged past Ralph, slipping on the increasing level of water in the hallway. Other doors were presently been thrown open, alarmed screams from littleuns and the mad rush for the stairs. Ship hands that had been currently asleep joined with the crowd that tried to get to the upper decks. Ralph’s wrist was grabbed roughly, and he felt himself being pulled forcefully through the crowd, feeling so swarmed that he could barely breathe. When he was release, he saw the unruly red hair of Jack slip away into the crowd. Littleuns and biguns alike ran about the upper decks, some helping, some just in a state of hysteria. Ralph made his way wobbly over to the captain who was barking out orders.

“Wh-what’s going on?” he panted. The captain didn’t answer but looked grimly over Ralph’s shoulder. Ralph turned around and gasped at the sight. The flames form their ship illuminated the sea enough for him to be able to see a tall, broad mast ship kilometers away. There was a loud hissing noise then a bang, the boat rocking dangerously to the side. Ralph turned back to the captain, who yelled something that Ralph didn’t comprehend and furrowed his brow. Before he could ask, he felt a sharp pain to the back of his neck and his world turned black.
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