Guess what?...Another English project. I absolutely loved this story. For those of you who have not read The Most Dangerous Game I think you should. As for those of you that have read it you know how it wasn't explained how Rainsford defeated Zaroff, but now it is. Unfortunately I do not own The most Dangerous Game by Richard Connell. Enjoy!
The Most Dangerous Game
The general made one of his deepest bows.
"I see," he said. "Splendid! One of us is to furnish a repast for the hounds. The other will sleep in this very excellent bet. On guard, Rainsford."
"You are a man of honor, are you not?" asked Rainsford. This caught Zaroff off guard.
"I am," he replied hesitantly.
"Then you will have no quarrel, then, if you were to supply me with a weapon to defend myself."
Zaroff smiled, showing his white teeth, "I most certainly would not. Here," he went to his bedside table, and moved his hand toward the top drawer. "On second thought," he said, drawing his hand away, "why not finish this with the absence of weapons. They are such uncivilized tools when used between two people."
"I could not agree more," said Rainsford.
Zaroff opened the top drawer of the bedside table and drew out a gun identical to the one that Zaroff grabbed from out of his pocket. He went to the window and, without taking his eyes off Rainsford, threw the guns out the window. Rainsford hear them crash through the canopy and the barking of the hounds coming to the jarring sound that exploded in the nightly silence.
If General Zaroff had seemed a somewhat stoic and composed man, that changed once he started towards Rainsford. The general could have pinned his opponent on the wall, but Rainsford had been expecting something like this. Rainsford dogged aside, but not too much so as to be out of reach. He grabbed the back of Zaroff's shirt and threw him toward the window.
Zaroff bent over backward at the open window. He straightened u, but Rainsford was on him, trying to grab hold of his neck. But Zaroff, refusing to have Rainsford win, made a Kamikaze move, grabbing hold of Rainsford's waist and flying over the open window. But this proved more of a suicide.
The general should have learned from the incidents in the forest that Rainsford excelled at making traps. This one took the form of a long vine, or rather many vines tied together, attached under the window. Rainsford accomplished to grab hold to the vine near the top, but Zaroff was also able to grab onto the vine ten feet below Rainsford. In shock Zaroff just clung there for life, but Rainsford, expecting this to happen, grabbed the hunting knife, which he had retrieved from Ivan's dead body, from between two bricks shoes cement had come loose and cut the vine below him. He heard the scream of General Zaroff grow dimmer as he followed the path of guns, though the air, through the trees, and into the hounds' midst.
As the hunter, Zaroff had been a cool, thoughtful predator, stocking and playing with his prey. But when the tables were turned, and Zaroff joined the league of the hunted, he turned into an animal himself. This proved to be his downfall.
Rainsford climbed back into the room and laid of the floor to catch his breath. But then he remembered…
He had never slept in a better bed, Rainsford decided
Hope you liked it. I'm sorry for those of you who have not read this short story. I really think you should. It is very well written. Please R&R! Thanks!