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The boy with fair hair stared off into the distant ocean, his mind still trying to settle itself as memories he had tried his best to forget flooded over him like a typhoon. A look of distraught and defeat was plastered on his face as he felt himself tear up. He was mortified, and using the word sad would be an understatement.. He could feel the heat from the crashed and burning plane behind him, and he reached his hand up to his face to wipe the blood running down from the new gash on his forehead. Why him? Why was he stranded again?.. Why?
From behind him, a loud, feminine voice could be heard from the ruins of what once was the plane that he had been told over and over would be able to take them somewhere safer. Though, of course there were very limited places to go by that point. The war had only gotten worse the past three years, after all. "Does anyone have any band-aids?" A frantic voice called out. Ralph turned around, and his eyes fell upon the source of the voice. It was a small, chubby girl who seemed to be wearing her school uniform; a white button up shirt, a crimson-colored skirt, and a red cardigan, along with black tights, although she had taken off her shoes by that point so that she didn't have to worry about tripping. Her blonde hair was tied into a messy low ponytail and her bright green eyes had this panicked look in them that only made Ralph feel even more terrified than he already was. Her glasses only kept the bad memories flowing back to him..
"No, I don't." Ralph finally spoke, stuttering a little out of panic. "Is.. someone hurt?" He asked, glancing back at the plane. "Well of course they are, dummy! Our plane just crashed, so it would have been a miracle if everyone got out completely unscathed. Even you've got an injury, see?" She pointed to Ralph's head, and he simply nodded in response. The girl sighed and shook her head. "You're no help.. I'll have to make makeshift bandages myself then is what you're saying." She grumbled aloud and stomped back over to the crashed plane, making her way back inside using the now opened door. Ralph decided to follow along. He didn't want to be alone out here.
The girl with glasses tore at the fabric of her uniforms skirt, eventually managing to tear off a strip of the crimson fabric. She didn't seem too worried about how damaged the skirt had become afterwords, and instead rushed over to go help someone who had been been injured due to the crash. Most of the other kids had already recovered from it, having only earned a few cuts or scrapes or maybe a bruise or two.. Though, this unfortunate teen wasn't so lucky.
The girl tied the piece of torn cloth tightly around the boy's bleeding abdomen, though it didn't seem to stop the bleeding at all.. She tore more of her skirt to wrap around him, as if the torn cloth were bandages, all while trying to comfort the teen as he cried out in pain.
Ralph stood there, watching quietly as that was all he could do. He felt sympathy for the teen.. or, that was until he got a bit closer, getting a better look at the boy. His eyes met the boy's familiar icy blue eyes, then shifted to look at his red, curly hair, then the freckles that dotted his face.. That poor, bleeding teen was Jack. Jack Merridew, the boy that Ralph had blamed for everything that had happened three years ago on an island not so different from the one they were on now, and how ironic it was to see him bleeding and helpless, not so different from the pigs he used to hunt and kill back then.. Ralph smiled. This was karma, he was sure of it.