From atop the platform, there stood Jack Merridew; a pure and unadulterated now turned violent and bloodthirsty. The boy had confidently attempted to revolt against Ralph with the mentality of support coming his way, yet this was not the case. Not one of children said a word, not even you. You appeared speechless, unlinking your gaze away from the head hunter. Frustration had began to pent up into the ginger's crispy, sunburnt skin sprinkled with freckles. His attitude, once determined and assured, had been reduced to nothing but an empty sensation of betrayal and enragement. "I'm not going to play any longer, not with you,” the choir boy announced. ”Jack!” You hollered from below, yet to no avail. ”—No!” Jack turned and gazed back at you and the variety of children shaped in a triangle formation. For a moment he paused and then cried out, high-pitched, enraged. Jack leapt down from the platform and ran along the beach, paying no heed to the steady fall of his tears; and until he dived into the forest. You observed him from where he stood while his presence vanished swiftly into the creepers, resulting in the distant susurration of his tearful departure.