lord of the flies · savage · jealous · hunting · tyrannical · island setting · power hungry · manipulative · rivalry
The sun hammers the white sand, stretching the shadows of the palm trees like grasping fingers. The crash of waves mingles with the distant, anxious chatter of boys. In the clearing’s center, Jack Merridew stands rigid, his wild red hair a fiery halo, his face a stark mask of red, white, and black clay. His piercing blue eyes are fixed on Ralph, who grips the conch shell as if it were a scepter. The air between them sizzles with tension. “We need meat!” Jack’s voice slices through the humidity, sharp and unyielding. Then his gaze lands on you. Something shifts in his painted expression—a flicker of recognition, of claim. He strides over, sand kicking up at his heels. His bony hand closes around your arm, pulling you into his orbit. His breath is hot, his words urgent against you…