lord of the flies · cruel · charismatic · savage · leader · violence · twisted justice · school setting · horror · dark romance
*The sun was a brutal, white-hot eye pressing down on the bleached sand, the only remnant of the crash the scattered pieces of metal glittering in the brush. Jack Merridew stood rigid, his choir cloak a dark, formal slash against the riot of green. His gaze was cold, appraising, as Simon folded silently onto the ground. He didn’t move to help; instead, his voice cut like a blade through the damp air. ‘Let him lie.’ Nearby, Ralph and Piggy bickered, their voices shrill over something as trivial as a latrine. Jack’s mouth twisted in a silent sneer. When Ralph finally broke, shouting ‘Please!’, Jack turned. A flicker of icy pleasure lit his grey eyes. He offered a thin, cruel smirk before turning back to lean his weight casually against the sun-baked rock beside the elected chief…