Devils and Angels Chapter 1: The All Boys School, a lord of the flies fanfic

Disclaimer: I do NOT own Lord of the Flies, but I DO own Satan's Angels. You can't sue me now can you? :)

ONE THING TO CLEAR UP: As long as I get reviews, you can expect this story to be updated often. How often? The more reviews, the sooner. The less homework, the sooner. So yeah.

If I get a lot of reviews for this first chapter (I need to know what I'm doing right/wrong), then I'll update the next day (mind you this also depends on if I have enough time on my hands). If I get one or two reviews, I'll still update in about a week.

So chapter 2 around 1/18, or, chapter 2 around 1/9 :) You chose.

Oh yeah, one more thing. I'm not going to put in many time skips in future chapters, I just got a bit of writer's block here.

Enjoy the story.

Go to sleep, my fair Alice,

Rest those sea blue eyes,

If it's God's will,

Don't you worry,

You'll surely sleep soundly through the night.

We love you, my fair Alice,

Beautiful and sweet…

Close your eyes then, my fair Alice,

And everything will be alright.

I awoke with a jolt, my mattress bouncing up in the process. I was so surprised that I had a dream about my mum's old nursery rhyme… "Alice! Get down here!" my mother called sternly from the kitchen downstairs. "In a second, Mother!" I replied, poking my head out the green wooden door to my room.

I quickly removed my blue pajamas, replacing them with jeans and a snow white tank top. "Too exposing..." I mumbled, eyes focused on the space that the top left open just above my chest. "Especially for an all boys military school," I finished, as I realized I was going to my brother's school because, apparently, he forgot his school bag on the way out. Idiot. I smirked as the thought of my brother ranting on about how I had a day off of school came to mind.

I sighed and then changed my top into a long, striped white and grey shirt.

Of course, my father didn't approve of me going to an all boys school, even for ten minutes. He thought something was going to happen to me with BOYS every corner I turned. My mother wasn't exactly very optimistic about this either. It bothered me how I was so over protected around the male species.

"ALICE!" my mother yelled.

"I'm going downstairs now, mum!" I yelled back. I slipped on some sneakers and hopped down the gray stairs and into the kitchen.

My mother was waiting impatiently, my brother Cameron's bag clutched in her small hand. "Here you go, Alice. The school is just around the corner. Scream if a boy attacks you," she said, giving me a kiss on the head.

"Sure, mother," I said quietly while walking out the front door. I really hated being informed about savage boys.

I walked about a block when I realized the many buildings started to be replaced with trees and country-side like views.

Around five minutes later, I arrived at Cameron's school. I'd never been here before, even though it was a block away. There was a giant, brown brick building with the words "DEERE MILITARY ACADEMY" in a giant platinum sign surrounded by all kinds of foliage and beautiful plants. Hard to believe this was a military school.

I clutched my brother's bag as I stepped firmly onto strictly male territory. I took a deep breath and started walking casually on the dark green grass. I stepped into the building, and started strolling through as though I'd done this a thousand times before.

'Look natural. Don't mind them. Watch your step,' I told myself. It seemed like everyone would stop and stare. No GIRL had ever entered the building before. Some boys grinned, others whispered, but the one reaction that flipped me off most was from a red head. He smirked and winked at me before sauntering away. My face flushed a light shade of cherry red, but I tried to stand as tall as ever.

I finally entered my brother's (according to him) loud homeroom…but this homeroom was so grave and serious. It made it seem like even the happiest of people would ask, "who died?"

"Shit…!" I whispered so only I could hear. The idiot red head was in this class. He watched my every move. Carefully. Too carefully for my liking. There was another boy with him, though. He was dark skinned and seemed to act like the boy's body guard.

"H-here, Cameron…mum told me that you forgot it at home…" I told him, but it was barely audible.

"Alice! You shouldn't be here! Please, get out!" he whispered harshly while grabbing the bag from me.

"W-w-what? Why?" I asked.

"Just LEAVE! Now!" he hissed.

Before I could protest, a male teacher who looked to be in his early thirties walked in. He was looking depressed.

I gasped, nearly choking on air as I did so.

"Hmm? What's this? A girl?" the teacher snarled.

"N-no! I'm just Cameron's sister. He forgot something at home. I'll be taking my leave now—" I started.

The teacher nodded his head 'no'. "I'm sorry, miss, but you'll have to be evacuated with the boys here…"

"WHAT?!" I screamed.

"They are being evacuated in an airplane to safer land. And no one is allowed to leave the building according to authority. We're taking the propeller plane that's in the airport, though, in a couple of minutes. I'm sorry to say that your brother Cameron will be taking the next plane due to a lack of space. If you will take a seat, miss…" he explained.

I just stood there, mouth agape.

"Alice…" Cameron started, slowly walking up to me and putting his strong hands on my frail shoulders. "Be strong. You'll be fine. None of these boys wou---" at this, he bit his tongue and stole a glance at the red head and his friend. "None of these boys should hurt you."

"Cameron…" I squeaked, trying oh-so-hard to actually be strong and fight back the tears.

"You'll be fine, I swear, Ali," he whispered, placing a kiss on my forehead. He started to walk out the door when I interrupted him.

"Aren't you going to wait for the next plane with us?!" I cried out.

"With another class, yes," he said solemnly, walking out the door.

No. No. NO. I could not and WOULD NOT be evacuated with these boys. On top of that, no brother to protect me! I'm afraid of boys anyways. This is not possible. I'll be raped, I'll be BLOODY RAPED. I started hyperventilating. No. No. No—

The teacher suddenly looked at his wristwatch then announced, "Okay, then, boys and…err…girl…time to board the plane."

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After around thirty minutes, everyone was inside the now flying plane. The seatbelt sign was off, so I wasn't worried about turbulence. I was sitting all alone, and, quite frankly, I was glad. I didn't want to be seated next to some ignorant delinquent---

"Hey, Alice, this seat taken?" a voice interrupted my train of thought.

"…Err…" I started, but then glanced up at the speaker. 'Speak of the devil…' The IDIOT RED HEAD. 'Oh, Lord. A few of his friends are behind him as well.' "I think so—"

"Good," he smirked while sitting down. His little friends started sniggering.

'DID HE NOT JUST HEAR ME SAY THAT THIS SEAT WAS TAKEN?' I asked myself incredulously.

'Well you DIDN'T say anything after he sat down!' another part of me replied.

I sighed, then slunk back into my chair.

The boy looked at me, and a lopsided smile appeared on his face. "What's the matter? Is there anything I can get you?" he asked.

"No. No there isn't," I said flatly.

"ANYTHING?" he whispered in my ear seductively, his smile growing wider by the second.

At first I didn't understand, but as his friends started to laugh and say things like "go get her, Jack!" or "heh. I think SHE'D like to get HIM something!" I thought of it.

I blushed furiously then turned my head to the window as I realized the innuendo he was referring to. I was about to cry, but tried to stay strong for Cameron.

I think the Jack boy saw that I was about to cry, for he leaned so close that I could feel his breath on my neck and said, "Please don't cry, Ali… I'm so sorry that I scared you…" But I could tell that he was smirking while he said it. I suddenly realized that I got butterflies when he said my name.

But surely I couldn't be in love with a beast like him…

Jack suddenly turned to the laughing choir and growled, "Go back to your seats! Can't you see that you're making a pretty girl cry?"

The choir dispersed, but as the dark skinned boy left, Jack grabbed his arm quite gingerly and said "Sit over there." Oh great. He was sitting behind me. He nodded and smirked, "Of course."

"Hey, Jack…do you normally attempt to flirt with girls but fail miserably?" a new voice joined the conversation.

I looked up shyly at the new voice. A fair haired boy with brilliant blue eyes was smiling at me. 'So…handsome…' I thought as I then turned away quickly. Hey, he might be defending me, but I didn't want to risk another five hours of sitting next to boys who couldn't get decent girls.

"May I sit here…Alice, right?" he asked me. Alice. Alice. He said my name. It gave me a butterfly feeling in my stomach when he said 'Alice'.

"S-sure…" I blushed.

"In case you haven't noticed, Ralph, I'm sitting with Alice right now," Jack snarled.

"Let's see who Alice wants to sit with, then," Ralph suggested.

"Okay!" Jack nearly yelled.

Both the boys' eyes were focused on me.

"Umm…I—" I started, but was interrupted as the plane jolted down suddenly. The seatbelt sign was turned back on, and Ralph was ushered back to his old seat by the teacher. He was staring at Jack with cold eyes the whole time.

"Please stay calm, boys, but we seem to have been caught in an uncharted storm," the captain announced.

I frantically turned my head to the window again and saw that we were, indeed, in a thunderstorm. Lightning struck, and hit the wing.

"Good Lord…" I gasped in awe as the flimsy wing got torn off by the lightning like a child's toy would've.

The screaming of almost everyone on the plane caused me to start losing consciousness out of panic. I took in a sharp deep breath as the plane hit the water. I undid my seatbelt with cold, clammy hands and succumbed into the darkness.