LOTF Ch. 9 A View to a Death viewpoint: Piggy

Simon was right.

Simon is dead. I'll say it flat out to you. And we killed him. Ralph and I weren't strong enough to stop them, or ourselves. I feal like it's my fault. No one would listen to him at all. He was like a phosphorescence, always looking towards the lighter, happier side of things. He didn't believe that there was an actual beastie,he believed it was us, and that maybe we could change it. It turned out he was right. I had convinced Ralph to go to the feast with Jack. There was meat after all. Besides, we could keep an eye o things. When we got there the corpulent pig was roasting over a fire. Jack and everybody else were almost done gorging themselves on pork. There was drinks in coconut shells. Ralph and I sat farther away from everyone else. But the someone burnt me with the pig, and everyone laughed which seemed to ease the tension. Jack had himself on a throne. He acted like he was a king. With his power he could be, but with his actual self, no way. He was too harsh. After we had finished eating he commanded everyone to sit. Me and Ralph stood on the edge of the obedient slaves, and Jack seemed to ignore us. He asked who would join he tribe and Ralph protested. I wasn't surprised when everyone began saying the "I will's" and "Me's." Rain started to pour and Jack demands to do their tribal dance. Ralph and I stayed behind watching the crazy beasties dance around and chant "Kill the pig, cut his throat..." But then we slowly joined them. I don't know what it was. It felt like it was pulling us into the circle. One of them pretended to be the pig and everyone attacked him, chanted, and lost their minds. By this time its pouring and there is hardly any light to see by. Suddenly something comes out of the forest on four legs! It's screamed something, moaned. I Lost sight of the creature as it was swallowed into the circle of chanting boys. They attack it, Hit it, punch it. cut it, hurt it. After a while, they all back away. Only to reveal that it was Simon. Dead. At almost the exact same moment a parachutist flies over the group and out to sea. It was dead, a decaying body floating in the water. I was paralyzed. Simon dead? What had happened up on the mountain? Was the parachutest the beastie they all claimed to have seen? the only important thing was that Simon was dead. Simon, the peace maker. Dead. The very thing he was trying to tell us about killed him. We did. Those hunters who turn crazy and us. What are we going to do?