After The Storm

Author's notes

Hey, It's me T.K and this is my Lord of the Flies fanfic…I don't have much to say other than:

1. I don't own LoTF

2. Please Review

3. This will eventually turn it a yaoi fic, so if you don't like don't read ok?

place after the island.

5. The time is off, pretend that the children landed on the island in modern times.

6. Enjoy this fic!

Chapter 1

Ralph walked down the halls of yet another boarding school. This was his third just this year. He just couldn't adjust. He kept begging his foster mother to let him go to public school, he had been begging for four years. Ever since he had returned from that god-forsaken island.

Ralph had nightmares. Even now at seventeen, he would wake up screaming. He would call for his dad, or Piggy, or Simon. But no one who come, they were all dead. He still cried often. Sometimes were better than others. Some moments the sadness would over come him, he would lay in bed and just whimper like a lilun.

Ralph continued to walk, his bag in hand. He didn't own much. He always carried a hairbrush, a knife, and a toothbrush. These were things he kept just in case.

Ralph was lost in this large school. There were people and teachers everywhere, but he refused to ask one of them. He wasn't a social person.

"You lost new kid?" A voice asked.

Ralph turned to see a guy with red hair and blue eyes. He wore a red sweatshirt and black jeans. Ralph shivered, the guy reminded him of someone he didn't like.

"I said, are you lost new kid?" The guy repeated solemnly.

Ralph nodded, he wanted to get away as fast as he could.

"Where are you heading?" The red head asked "The office or to your room?"

"The office," Ralph muttered "I need to check in."

"Ah," The red head responded "Down the hall to the left, you really can't miss it."

"Thanks," Ralph muttered , as he was about to leave when he was tackled by a strawberry blond boy.

"Man, I thought mom was never going to send you here!" Ralph's foster brother, Ben yelled "I have been waiting for, like, ever!"

Ralph growled. Ben could get really annoying with his hyperness and his sociality.

"I see you have already met Jew, my roommate," Ben said excitedly.

"Jew?" Ralph muttered turning to the red head. But Jew wasn't listening, he had earphones in. They were blasting some heavy metal song. The music was so loud Ralph could hear every word.

Ben muttered something like, antisocial jerk.

Ben lead Ralph to the office, then to his room. As Ralph sat on his bed and looked at the empty other side, he was glad he didn't have a roommate yet. They wold have heard him scream while he slept.

That night Ralph's dreams were filled with savages trying to kill him. They never succeeded though. No, there was only one person who ever did.

Jack Merridew

Jack would always catch him. He would torture him, telling him that any deaths on the island were his fault. Then Jack would cut Ralph's head off.

Ralph woke up screaming, again. Ralph got up, grabbed his bag and went to take a shower. It was four in the morning, classes didn't start till nine. Hopefully no one got up this early to shower. It wasn't because Ralph was shy or out of shape. It was the scars he got on the island, the ones that covered his body that he was embarrassed about, It was hard enough talking away the scars his clothes couldn't hide. So he got up early and took a shower alone.

Ralph entered the shower room solemnly. He tried to walk quietly in, but he tripped over sometime on the floor. He heard someone curse from inside one of the shower stalls. Ralph himself cursed then fled back to his room.

A few minutes later he heard a nock on the door. He opened the door and saw Jew standing there, wet and irritated.

"You could have used the shower," Jew muttered "I only yelled because you surprised me. Nobody else is usually up this early. I didn't expect somebody else."

Ralph grew crimson. Why did it have to be Jew? Jew looked too much like Jack. It made Ralph nervous. Ralph hadn't seen Jack since they had been rescued. Then Jack had looked demented, with long hair with foliage and mud tangled in it, and war paint still covering his naked self. His eyes had shined with madness. Jack was a killer, a mad-man, a savage.

Jew wasn't like that (as far as Ralph could tell). Jew had shaggy red hair, that he was obviously growing out. He had a light sprinkle of freckles on his non-painted face. His face did have scars though, they were faded as if lots of time had passed sice he got them. His eyes didn't shine with madness, but boredom. He seemed like the kind of person that would follow a leader only because he was to lazy to lead.

"Stop spacing out every time you see me," Jew muttered "It's sort of creepy."

Ralph blushed redder than Jew's hair.

"Sorry, It's just you remind me of someone," Ralph muttered through his embarrassment.

Jew raised an eyebrow, but didn't respond. It was then that Ralph noticed Jews hands, which were covered in scars. He tried to convince himself that those scars didn't look a thing like his own that he got from the island. Jew follow his gaze, then with a sad look pulled down his sleeves so they covered his hands.

"It happened a long time ago," whispered Jew "I was in an accident."

Ralph sensed that Jew wasn't telling the whole truth, but he didn't pry.

"I should really get going," Jew muttered half to himself.

Jew went to leave but stopped for a second.

"Hey I haven't heard you name," Jew muttered.

"It's Ralph."

Jew was silent for a second. Then he gave Ralph a good look and smiled.

"Great to meet you Ralph."

Then he turned and left the room.