Just something I wrote after reading The Most Dangerous Game. I make my own ending to this one, cuz I'm cool like that!
Disclaimer: I do not own The Most Dangerous Game, or it's characters.
Ennui is pronounced: on-wee
Ennui
"Rainsford!" screamed the general. "How in God's name did you get here?"
"Swam," said Rainsford. "I found it quicker than walking through the jungle."
The general stiffened and stared stone faced at Rainsford. "You have won the game, Rainsford," said the general.
"Yes, and you must keep your word," said Rainsford, glaring at the general.
The general nodded. "Ivan is waiting by the front entrance, in case of your victory," the general stated. "He will show you the way to the mainland."
Rainsford gave one short nod and walked out of the general's bedroom.
General Zaroff sat down on his bed, amazed. He had never been defeated before. He had never felt the loss of victory. The general had just lost his own game. He sat there for hours, until the sun had risen. Rainsford would be gone by now.
What to do?
Such ennui, thought the general.
Winning was all he was ever used to. Defeat? He could never form a sentence with defeat and his name in it. Of course, he knew what defeat was; everyone other than himself. But not anymore. That statement would become a lie if he every said that. General Zaroff was no liar.
Another man washed up on his island a few days later. They had a short conversation, both having the same interests in hunting. General Zaroff went through the same procedures, eventually leading up to hunting his new prey in the jungle. The general won, of course. It seemed that was all he could ever to, and he took pride in that, until Rainsford came back to mind. He wasn't truly an undefeated champion. What caused him to survive the whole game and win? He read all the books, memorized all the tips and tricks. But it wasn't enough because Rainsford had somehow still managed to defeat him. Nothing he could hunt would suffice for him now.
The general walked to the pit where he kept his hounds.
He locked the door from the inside and stared at the hounds in their cages. He brushed his fingers against the red button that would release them all.
Before he punched it, he called, "Fresh meal, boys."
Au revoir, ennui.