Author's Note: This is my version of a sequel to "The Dangerous Game" written by Richard Connell. If you haven't read it, then I suggest doing so before reading this. There are online prints of it all over the web, just google it.
This was an assignment I remembered I had from English class last year, which when I looked it up was surprised to see it was exactly one year ago I wrote this and published it. September 28, 2009. Anyways, this was my first attempt at a suspense story. I know it was short, but it had to meet and no exceed my grade requirment, but I think it came out fine. I hope you enjoy it.
All rights to Richard Connell, I do not claim to own this.
The Most Dangerous Game II
Alas, my soul is not at rest. My life has taken an extraordinary turn. I am Sanger Rainsford. Once defeating General Zaroff in combat to the highest degree, I pursued those he trained to be the most dangerous, thus the end begins.
Five prey run through the forest, trying to get away from the merciless predator, Rainsford, for I have grown to the taste of blood by my first kill. As I shot Mckilly, there remained four, then three, then two, and finally one. Captain Willaims, and he spoke, "Should you take blood, you monstrosity, you shall lose blood!" as he took out a knife. Pitiful against my gun. I shot him, my final kill, but the image that haunted me would be none other than that knife. I gathered the bodies, ever so thoughtfully, I counted, but there was one missing. Mckilly has made it inside, arm bleeding by a mere flesh wound.
"I have called the authorities!" he warned me. "They will be here within the frame of an hour! Though I may fall, you cannot win!" I regrettfully say he was right. He died of blood loss, and I see the monster I have is what I fearedmost on my arrival, having no foresight this demon would be within me.
My hands shake and my stomach churns. As I struggle to keep my monster controlled, the knife flashes through my mind. I had taken it. I couldn't flee for at some point the authorities would find me. It is foolish to think otherwise.
My heart poiunds to a full as the final moments approach. I need not hide the bodies for I know my time is at hand. But to suffer for one temporary lapse of sanity? I heard a voice just beyond the door:
"Police! Open now!" is what he was screaming. I needed a way out, and a solution finally came: the knife. Pounding, pounding, more pounding on the door. When they finally came in, there is an ample supply of bodies, a blood stained knife, and in the corner lay the body of a man who couldn't control his inner demons, in the most dangerous game.
The End