"Stop! Ow!" Roberts’s snivels made me want to hurt him even more. When all the boys were attacking him, he became infuriated.
I pictured a pig, fat and juicy. Although Jacks actions seemed a little harsh, he was doing them, so I could too. Right? Everything was so confusing. I didn't want to look like an outsider, so I pushed my way through the crowd and began to chant with them.
"Kill the pig! Cut his throat! Kill the pig! Bash him in!"
I am so glad that I'm not Robert, I thought to myself as the fight died down. I want to kill a real pig, not Robert, or someone dressed up in a pig suit. I want meat; just thinking about it makes my mouth water. My desire to kill overcame me. The thought of blood spilling out of an open wound is all I could think about.
We continued up the mountain, passing by the ocean and flowers and dodging coverts in the soft earth. After a long walk we stumbled across a cliff that we missed before. A discussion about Piggy started. All the boys choose to go back to the beach with him, except for Jack and Ralph. I stood there blunderingly, waiting to be seen.
The walk up the mountain seemed infinite. We didn't talk the whole way up the mountain. But we were all thinking about the same thing. The beast. Would it kill us? Is it even really there? I secretly wished that I went with the other boys to the beach, which was the sagely idea.
I knew Jack would be uncompromising, and make sure we killed the beast. I heard a noise above me, Ralph who was sitting next to me heard it also. It was Jack, "I saw a thing on top," he said frightened. "It bulged."
Ralph shook his head, "That's impossible, you must have imagined it."
At first I agreed with Ralph, but then I saw it myself. I thought it might be a giant frog or toad. Ralph convinced us to go and look.
We staggered up the dark mountain. Although it was night it was still warm. I shivered anyways. We got down on our hands and knees as we got closer, so not to wake him. Ashes from the fire blew in our faces making it even harder to see.
The moonlight hit what looked to be a great ape. It was sleeping with his head between his knees. A loud wind rushed through the forest leaves and the giant creature awoke. It stared at us with its beady eyes.
I ran, through the smoky ashes, down the mountain and on to the reassuring beach.
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