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||[15 Dec 2003|08:58pm]
Heres my essay for english... cool isnt it?
Michael Kirschner New Ending
As Ralph is coming out of the woods and as he spots the naval officer.
"man, man, who are you? Help me, help!"
"Calm down boy, what's wrong, why are you running?"
"The others, they're trying to kill me."
"Ah I see, there are other survivors, are you playing at war?"
"Help me!" The trees that were the curtain between the bright shore and the dark and deadly jungle were moving and swaying. The noises of the others could be heard crashing through the underbrush, they were screaming their war cries and conferring with each other on the matter of were their most recent prey had gone to. They talked jovially and without concern, they knew that Ralph was theirs. There was nowhere else for him to run, nowhere for him to hide. As Ralph saw them coming through the trees and the looks on their faces at seeing the man, the officer, that shining light of civilization standing tall in his bright blue uniform; he almost forgot the deaths' of the friends he had made on the island. He stood absolutely still and he stared at the boys he had met on the plane and on the island that first day. They were returning, coming out of their primitive states, like a drug had suddenly woken them up. But they had forgotten the atrocities they had committed. They walked slowly as if in a dream, to the officer, carefully, as if he could disappear into dust at any moment. Most dropped their spears, they started moving faster, running to the man's side. The spears left on the ground were crushed and cracked under bear and calloused feet. Ralph stood and watched, dumbfounded by the transformation of these boys. The officer asked them questions, gave food to the litteun's out of his rut sack that he carried on his side and consoled the ones that were holding their heads. They told him it was out of joy that they were finally going home. The bushes and low hanging branches moved again. The rustle of them was faint and but the voices were not. Jack and Roger made their way slowly and each step was pure intent. They swaggered to the officer. Neither let his spear down.
"This is my island, man", Jack emphasized the last word, near to spitting it. Roger licked his lips and snarled like a cat. The man laughed. Heartily and deep, probably one of the few laughs that he had had in a long while during this cold time of war. He cocked his head toward the sky and bellowed.
Jack screamed,"Do not laugh at me, I am a hunter, I have killed" He lifted his bloodied spear to the sky, and howled like a wolf.
Ralph could take no more. He saw red. It boiled over. He only wished to get home, but that was not enough any longer. He remembered his true friends Simon and Piggy. He remembered their faces, their voices, their smells. He remembered who killed them, he saw his face, he heard his arrogant voice, his over confident and childish eyes. He pulled the pistol from the officer's belt and without hesitation pulled the trigger until there were no more bullets. There lay two dead bodies, that of Jack and Roger. The man was stunned into paralysis, he watched blankly as Ralph took another clip from his belt, reloaded and fired another seven shots into the already dead bodies. Ralph laughed at the way they moved on the ground, watched as the dead bodies came to life for split seconds, the blood was everywhere, on the ground, on the other boys, in Ralph's mouth.
The temporary paralysis wore off and the man struck Ralph down, unconscious. The other boys began to cry, but not from happiness. They remembered what they had helped to do. They should be lying next to Jack and Roger, the lifeless and bloody puppets of rage and sadness. But they had been saved. Ralph was corrupted by the thing he promised he would never become, he never played Jack's game of hunter and tried only to protect the others. But in the end it took control of him and his anger could not be contained. His outburst and rage helped the others the see, to finally see what they had done, they wished to take their own lives, but they had not the courage for even that, a cowardly act. They now must live their lives in guilt and shame. One day maybe they will learn their lesson, but if not for Ralph the start of class would have never begun.
The naval officer solemnly and slowly retrieved the gun, called a helicopter to retrieve them. He put down his radio. Then he picked it back up, and made a note for body bags to be brought.