The B(F)east

     



       

       All was at peace in my side of the island, I was leader and everyone did as I said. The day was winding down and we managed to make a fire. Our gift was in place and we were able to make some dinner and eat some meat. Finally, some more meat. Everything was calm, until we saw the ominous grey clouds roll in. An imminent storm was upon us. As we began our feast, we heard voices, we had company. It was Ralph and his gang. Ah, yes the ex-leader. The mere thought of it was satisfying. They wanted to join our feast and eat our meat, and he was with Piggy. I thought of rejecting his plea, but after realizing I had the power, I gave in. All i needed was for him to need something from me, because now if I needed something... I lost my train of thought. The juices of the pig dribbled down my chin as I ate the chop rapidly like a cave man. I was hypnotized by the red of the meat. The red that I had previously been scared of, was instinctive to me now. I felt at ease ripping the flesh from the bone. Ralph was looking annoyed, I didn't know why. I'm chief, he said. Your chief!? I thought. I gave you food, you needed me to survive, chiefs dont rely on others I thought. He pulled out the conch, saying his catch phrase, I got the conch. Clever, I accidentally blurted out. He began to tell me about the imminent storm. Whose clever now he taunted. I filled with rage, let's do our dance I said. Our dance was more of a play, we played the hunters, and Roger played the beast or a boar. The dance calmed me down. As we danced, something crawled out of the forest slowly, could it be? The beast was right there for the taking, our dance became a formation that we had used to hunt pigs with a lot of success. We became a horseshoe and not a crooked oval, crowding around the animal. It talked, it talked I heard it. It said something about a man with a parachute. This wasn't a beast, this was a human. Where is Simon? I thought. Just then I caught a glimpse of the "thing's" face. This was no beast, it was Simon. No, it couldn't be Simon! We aren't murderers. It was an accident. Different emotions filled my head as we got out of formation. The body lay there, motionless. It was an accident, I tried to force the phrase into my head.