(We can all very obviously tell who my favorite character is. Right chat)

An angry Jack Merridew is not a good thing for anyone on the island. The tense atmosphere , the glare of hell that could shoot anyone dead , the rage behind icy blue eyes that made you stop cold and question if you were a mistake.

Jack Merridew had demanded silence , the flames around him igniting trees around the cliff and huddle of boys , the fire the boys had started wrecking havoc to the island , one of the littuns already fucking presumed dead. Ralph panicking with Piggy not shutting his goddamn trap. Yet the silence made him even angrier , the soft sound of the flames sparks only igniting more rage within the redheaded boy.

“ I am going to lose my shit. So help me… “

Merridew let out a manic laugh , shaking his head. The fire around him only pronounced the constellation of freckles on his pale face , a burn scar along his cheek from a stray spark of flame. He was going to kill the next person that talked , he knew it.