Chap. #8
Perspective: Simon
Twisted Tails and Black Blood
Jack had gone and tried to make us vote for him to be chief, ha. What makes him think he could be chief? Honestly the boy’s evil. When he saw that no one was on his side he went red in the face; he was so mutilated he went off on his own. Before he left he gave one last shot to get people to follow him instead of Ralph. I really thought that our days would be happier because of his absence. As he left we continued to go amongst our days as we always did. I had a bit of tension and relief inside me so I left to go to my secret hut in the flower fields. As I walked, I saw the hunters and a few more boys running through the creepers, but they weren’t hunting and I found that rather odd. Maybe they were going to play or bathe. I went and sat for a moment and tried to clear my thoughts and just escape all the chaos happening right now. I sat and cleansed for a while then thought I should head back and help. As I stood up I heard the vicious squealing of a pig. I guess they were hunting after all. I poked my head out to look around what I saw was mortifying. Jack and the hunters had tackled a pig to the ground and then began to stab and slash at it. They were torturing and giving a slow horrific painful death for pleasure. After a long time the pig was finally at peace, they cut the head off and put it on a stick. Then they put the gizzards to the side. They left so I walked out. The blood on the head turned black and flies swarmed upon it. The head started to talk, it was deceiving, it told me what was to become later. It told me to fear and to hide. Death was upon us and there was no escaping it. After that, the head went silent. THEN…
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