Jason, with his gentle eyes and serene presence, wandered down the slope, unaware of the shadows lurking in the jungle. The air was thick with tension, and fear had wrapped its tendrils around the hearts of those hiding in the darkness. Mark, a figure of authority and menace, crouched low, spear in hand. "The beast is here," he whispered to his tribe, his eyes glinting with a dangerous fervor. Fatty, the hesitant boy with glasses, stood beside him, his heart pounding in his chest. Edward, clutching his own primitive weapon, looked to Fatty for reassurance. "Are we sure it's the beast?" he asked, doubt lacing his voice. "It must be," Mark insisted, his tone brooking no argument. With a nod from their leader, the boys surged forward, their spears raised high.

Jason turned, his face illuminated by the moonlight, a look of confusion and pleading in his eyes. Yet, the frenzy of the moment blinded the boys to the truth. Fatty stumbled forward, his glasses slipping down his nose. In the heat of panic and misunderstanding, he thrust his spear alongside Mark's tribe, each strike a tragic mistake. The night swallowed their cries, leaving only the echo of their actions as Jason's lifeless body was claimed by the sea, washed away with the tide alongside the unseen parachutist.

Fatty, his vision blurred without his glasses, begged Mark for their return. "Please, I can't see without them," he pleaded, desperation in his voice. Mark, drunk on power, shook his head. "Find another way," he taunted, his cruelty a sharpened edge. Edward stood by, silent, feeling the weight of their choices. Mark's cohort, Corby, seized the moment to solidify his place, lifting a boulder with malicious intent. The sickening thud silenced the camp as Fatty's body joined the sea, forever at rest.

Edward, heart pounding, darted through the underbrush, the heat of the fire nipping at his heels. Mark and his hunters pursued, their cries of "Get him!" ringing out with each step. Corby, spear in hand, caught sight of Edward and bellowed, "Mark, he's here!" The chase intensified, the air thick with the acrid scent of burning wood and the sound of crashing footsteps. Edward pushed himself to the limit, the edge of the jungle nearing, until finally, he burst onto the open beach, his feet sinking into the cool sand.

Edward, breathless and weary, collapsed at the officer's feet. The hunters slowed, their weapons lowered, faces marked by the realization of what they had become. "What are you guys doing?" the officer demanded, his voice cutting through the silence like a lifeline. Tears streamed down Edward's face, sorrow for the lost innocence and the darkness uncovered. Mark, Corby, and the others joined him, their own tears falling as they faced the weight of their actions, the senseless violence that had consumed their hearts.