the most dangerous game continuation

Please note: the folowing story is a short continuation of a already writen book entiteled "The most dangerous game" of wich i am not the author of.

Nathan Cooley

Period 2 English class

“The Most Dangerous Game”: continued

 

            The morning after his dreadful ordeal, Rainsford arose from General Zarrof’s bed well rested but slightly perplexed as to what it was that he should do next. He rose to his feet and cracked open the door to Zarrof’s bedroom and clumsily preceded downwards the spiral staircase to the lobby of Zarrof’s mansion. Suddenly a deep growl of hunger protruded from Rainsford’s stomach. “I haven’t had a bite to eat since I slept in that tree” said Rainsford. “Though it holds little importance now,” he continued, “but I believe I neglected to gather my bag of food that Ivan gave me when I left to flee from Zarrof…” rubbing his chin in thought he remembered that Ivan, Whom he had mistakenly struck down with a makeshift trap, had come from the corridor adjacent to him with his knife, moccasins and “the food…” muttered Rainsford as he started down the hallway. As he walked he noticed the unmistakable glamour of the millionaire the deceased Zarrof was, slowly faded away the longer he continued down the path. Light was beginning to become scarce now, and Rainsford struggled to see anything further than a couple of feet in front of him. Now, it was pitch black. Not even the light from the other end of the hallway graced Rainsford’s eyes. “How would any man, even General Zarrof as rich as he was, have a hallway this long…?” Then he thought, “maybe its not how… But more a question of why.” As Rainsford proceeded down the passageway, he felt the air getting cooler. And not only that it began to become denser and perfumed with the distinct odder of jungle. Suddenly, Rainsford heard a high pitched crack that seemed to be all around him. Suspecting pistol shot, he sprinted onwards and was still running at a commendable speed when he stumbled over an unseen hindrance. He ascended to the ground with ample velocity to shatter any number of bones if he had fallen in an unfortunate enough position, but luckily enough for Rainsford; he arose to his feet, if not for a few bruises, virtually unharmed from his ill stared fall. “What in gods name was that?” said Rainsford as he found himself coughing and gagging on what seemed to be a fine, dry powder of some sort. As a precaution, he began examining himself for injuries from his stumble. As he did, he realized that he was covered from head to toe in the substance. Under closer observation, Rainsford deduced that it was but common dirt. Doubtful at the prospect of a millionaires’ home being tended to at such low standards, Rainsford’s face began to grow an expression of suspicion. Suddenly it hit him. He found himself in a part of the jungle so dense; he could not even see the light of day. “Bravo, Mr. Rainsford” Called a voice behind him. Rainsford jolted around to see a tall figure standing with a high caliber rifle in his hand. At this instant, a huge plume of smoke and light rocketed from the barrel of the gun and echoes of gunshot ringed through the long corridor. Rainsford fell to the ground and all he could do was lay there. As the world around him began to fade the last thing Rainsford saw was the looming, smiling face of a mortally wounded general Zaroff.

“I win” he said, as his feet gave out and falling to the ground beside Rainsford, he to, breathed his last.

 

Author's Note

please read the book or atleast read a review of said book to understand the above.

thanks, Nathan C.