Post by Luke Montague on Jan 29, 2010 8:17:35 GMT -4
"I-I'm a bit chilled, Luke...Luke--"
"Oh come on Simon. Why don't you walk a bit faster and you'll warm up?"
Simon sighed and his breath fogged up his glasses. Luke looked back at his new-found friend and smiled. "Does that get annoying?"
Simon barely threw a upward glance at Luke and groaned as he cleaned his glasses as quickly as he could with the bottom of his red Cub Scouts "Crew 317" shirt, size extra large. Simon was probably the stoutest kid the Crew ever had. Behind the back of Scoutmasters and sometimes directly in front of them, kids call him 'McFatty', because they guessed Mickey D's was his favorite food, AND his last name was McHatty. It was almost destined to happen.
Rumble...
The bass sound was prominent in the boys ears.
"Is that a st-s-storm? Or what if i-its a kind of b-beast or something?" Simon quivered in fear and in cold.
"Don't fret, I wager its Mark dropping the pans again." Luke laughed. Simon giggled too, having no idea what wager meant, but recalling Mark's clumsiness brought a smile to his lips. "I--I h-heard he lost his belt today again," Simon breathlessly adds.
"Maybe he dropped his pants too!" Luke adds jumping over a large, thick branch.
Simon started to laugh very loudly at this, his body rocking and swinging about, forgetting to watch his step and nearly tripping over the same branch.
"Don't turn INTO him! My good--" Luke called from farther ahead, stopping mid-sentence.
Simon rushed to where Luke was in curiosity. He had found the clearing after the trek through the trail the two had made through the woods, and stopped and gazed in awe.
The 'clearing' was a huge sheet of rocks studded in a 25-30 foot cliff. Most of them were brown or russet in color, but a few gray ones were prominent.
"This isn't the rock wall we'll be climbing today right, Luke?" Simon asked in horror as they inched closer to get a better look.
Worst mistake ever.
Luke twisted his head to stare directly into Simon's eyes. Simon was intimidated not only by the strange look he was receiving, but Luke's famous blue eyes. Luke realized his friend wasn't joking and switched his focus with a more friendly gaze. "I doubt it. See how these rocks look like they are made of dirt? Its a lot like that, just tightly packed. But it would still be risky to try to climb it." With that, Luke put a gentle hand on the base of the wall.
Ruuuuumble...RUMBLE!...RRRRRRRRRR....
The bass sound roared in their ears. Luke gasped and started to take off toward the path. "SIMON RUN!!" He screamed hurridly. Luke didn't look back to see how his friend responded.
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Simon wouldn't just run like Luke asked, nor did he have the body to spring away from danger. He was naturally curious why. He lazily threw his head up at the rocks above...
that were rapidly rushing toward him. Simon realized the distance between him and those huge 'dirt rocks' was shrinking just as the speed of the rocks was growing.
Simon began to run, realizing the danger of his decision.
He realized too late.
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Luke had reached the edge of the clearing again, bending over with his hands on his knees. But a second later he realized he didn't hear Simon's bumbling steps nor his heavy breathes.
"LUKE!! LU-" Simon's voice roars with a sudden halt.
Luke sped back to the huge piles of rocks. Simon's call was so close. Luke's breathes were accented with the choking of his breath as his throat tightened to the size of the eye of a needle. He ripped rocks away one by one until he saw a pink spot among the gray rocks. As quickly as possible he uncovered the rest of Simon's upper body. His glasses lay next to him in pieces.
"Get my legs. Get my legs out," Simon called weakly.
"Can you feel your legs Simon?"
"I-I packed my lunch Mom. I've got it. Right..." Simon lingered.
"Can you feel your legs Simon?" Luke let out a cry and tried to stifle others from escaping his throat.
"I think they're just asleep, got-got to shake em' out," Simon replied. "I'm so cold Lu--Luke. Get my legs out. I'm so cold."
"I'm going to build a fire ok? Hold my shirt, try to stay warm. Don't struggle. I'll be right back."
Luke sped away to the entrance one last time. Should he go try to get help? No. It'd be too late by then. Should he just abandon his friend? Of course not.
If Simon survived, he wouldn't be able to use his legs. One of the largest boulders that protruded from the cliffside had landed right on Simon. He'd never walk again. He'd be in a wheelchair...thanks to YOU, Luke thought to himself.
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Luke rushed back with a huge armful of log-like branches and small twigs. He took matches from his backpack and couldn't hold back tears as he tried to strike matches. Finally he got one to light long enough to set the pile of twigs alight that was placed a few feet from Simon. . Luke tried to feed Simon some crackers, make him drink some water, but he kept spitting everything out. Luke had screamed as loud as possible, he had blown his whistle at the highest pitch, and still did at intervals. Between one of those intervals, they sat in silence.
"They called me Fatty..." Simon sighed to himself in a daze.
"You're a really cool guy Simon. Don't let those idiots get to you."
"I'm so cold, Harold...I mean...Dad..."
"I'm Luke..." Luke replied sadly.
"Uh...I'm so cold." Simon still couldn't figure out who he was talking to.
"...The fire will warm you up--"
"No, I've never been this cold...before..."
"It'll be ok Simon." Simon's head dropped. "He's just asleep," Luke reassures himself. He touches Simon's forehead. Its so cold, like ice. Breathing quickly, Luke touches two fingers to Simon's chubby neck. The heartbeat wasn't just slow...it was moments later non-existant.
"SIMON?"
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Still years later, no one knew what happened at that camp. They told everyone that Simon had been alone and the avalanche occurred, crushing him. Luke was never mentioned. The last part IS true, an avalanche caught these two at a bad time. But Luke still believed it was his fault. No matter what evidence they showed him. His fault.
Lord of the Flies was the book of the week. Because it was associated with the wild, Luke had uneasy thoughts about it. Then he read about two characters, Piggy. Simon. Both were so much like the REAL one. Innocent, good. Piggy was called 'Fatty' and was generally unliked. Simon was a loner.
And both died.
Both because of those stupid, stupid savages.
"Oh come on Simon. Why don't you walk a bit faster and you'll warm up?"
Simon sighed and his breath fogged up his glasses. Luke looked back at his new-found friend and smiled. "Does that get annoying?"
Simon barely threw a upward glance at Luke and groaned as he cleaned his glasses as quickly as he could with the bottom of his red Cub Scouts "Crew 317" shirt, size extra large. Simon was probably the stoutest kid the Crew ever had. Behind the back of Scoutmasters and sometimes directly in front of them, kids call him 'McFatty', because they guessed Mickey D's was his favorite food, AND his last name was McHatty. It was almost destined to happen.
Rumble...
The bass sound was prominent in the boys ears.
"Is that a st-s-storm? Or what if i-its a kind of b-beast or something?" Simon quivered in fear and in cold.
"Don't fret, I wager its Mark dropping the pans again." Luke laughed. Simon giggled too, having no idea what wager meant, but recalling Mark's clumsiness brought a smile to his lips. "I--I h-heard he lost his belt today again," Simon breathlessly adds.
"Maybe he dropped his pants too!" Luke adds jumping over a large, thick branch.
Simon started to laugh very loudly at this, his body rocking and swinging about, forgetting to watch his step and nearly tripping over the same branch.
"Don't turn INTO him! My good--" Luke called from farther ahead, stopping mid-sentence.
Simon rushed to where Luke was in curiosity. He had found the clearing after the trek through the trail the two had made through the woods, and stopped and gazed in awe.
The 'clearing' was a huge sheet of rocks studded in a 25-30 foot cliff. Most of them were brown or russet in color, but a few gray ones were prominent.
"This isn't the rock wall we'll be climbing today right, Luke?" Simon asked in horror as they inched closer to get a better look.
Worst mistake ever.
Luke twisted his head to stare directly into Simon's eyes. Simon was intimidated not only by the strange look he was receiving, but Luke's famous blue eyes. Luke realized his friend wasn't joking and switched his focus with a more friendly gaze. "I doubt it. See how these rocks look like they are made of dirt? Its a lot like that, just tightly packed. But it would still be risky to try to climb it." With that, Luke put a gentle hand on the base of the wall.
Ruuuuumble...RUMBLE!...RRRRRRRRRR....
The bass sound roared in their ears. Luke gasped and started to take off toward the path. "SIMON RUN!!" He screamed hurridly. Luke didn't look back to see how his friend responded.
------------
Simon wouldn't just run like Luke asked, nor did he have the body to spring away from danger. He was naturally curious why. He lazily threw his head up at the rocks above...
that were rapidly rushing toward him. Simon realized the distance between him and those huge 'dirt rocks' was shrinking just as the speed of the rocks was growing.
Simon began to run, realizing the danger of his decision.
He realized too late.
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Luke had reached the edge of the clearing again, bending over with his hands on his knees. But a second later he realized he didn't hear Simon's bumbling steps nor his heavy breathes.
"LUKE!! LU-" Simon's voice roars with a sudden halt.
Luke sped back to the huge piles of rocks. Simon's call was so close. Luke's breathes were accented with the choking of his breath as his throat tightened to the size of the eye of a needle. He ripped rocks away one by one until he saw a pink spot among the gray rocks. As quickly as possible he uncovered the rest of Simon's upper body. His glasses lay next to him in pieces.
"Get my legs. Get my legs out," Simon called weakly.
"Can you feel your legs Simon?"
"I-I packed my lunch Mom. I've got it. Right..." Simon lingered.
"Can you feel your legs Simon?" Luke let out a cry and tried to stifle others from escaping his throat.
"I think they're just asleep, got-got to shake em' out," Simon replied. "I'm so cold Lu--Luke. Get my legs out. I'm so cold."
"I'm going to build a fire ok? Hold my shirt, try to stay warm. Don't struggle. I'll be right back."
Luke sped away to the entrance one last time. Should he go try to get help? No. It'd be too late by then. Should he just abandon his friend? Of course not.
If Simon survived, he wouldn't be able to use his legs. One of the largest boulders that protruded from the cliffside had landed right on Simon. He'd never walk again. He'd be in a wheelchair...thanks to YOU, Luke thought to himself.
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Luke rushed back with a huge armful of log-like branches and small twigs. He took matches from his backpack and couldn't hold back tears as he tried to strike matches. Finally he got one to light long enough to set the pile of twigs alight that was placed a few feet from Simon. . Luke tried to feed Simon some crackers, make him drink some water, but he kept spitting everything out. Luke had screamed as loud as possible, he had blown his whistle at the highest pitch, and still did at intervals. Between one of those intervals, they sat in silence.
"They called me Fatty..." Simon sighed to himself in a daze.
"You're a really cool guy Simon. Don't let those idiots get to you."
"I'm so cold, Harold...I mean...Dad..."
"I'm Luke..." Luke replied sadly.
"Uh...I'm so cold." Simon still couldn't figure out who he was talking to.
"...The fire will warm you up--"
"No, I've never been this cold...before..."
"It'll be ok Simon." Simon's head dropped. "He's just asleep," Luke reassures himself. He touches Simon's forehead. Its so cold, like ice. Breathing quickly, Luke touches two fingers to Simon's chubby neck. The heartbeat wasn't just slow...it was moments later non-existant.
"SIMON?"
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Still years later, no one knew what happened at that camp. They told everyone that Simon had been alone and the avalanche occurred, crushing him. Luke was never mentioned. The last part IS true, an avalanche caught these two at a bad time. But Luke still believed it was his fault. No matter what evidence they showed him. His fault.
Lord of the Flies was the book of the week. Because it was associated with the wild, Luke had uneasy thoughts about it. Then he read about two characters, Piggy. Simon. Both were so much like the REAL one. Innocent, good. Piggy was called 'Fatty' and was generally unliked. Simon was a loner.
And both died.
Both because of those stupid, stupid savages.