This was just a short story we had to write this year, to fill in the gap at the end of the short story "The Most Dangerous Game" by Richard Connell - the first and last lines match up with the story, but everything in between is of my own creation. Enjoy!
"On guard, Rainsford…" the general's voice trailed off, and thunder boomed outside. A sudden downpour of rain attacked the window, and in that moment, a shadow moved. His instincts taking over, Rainsford's hands flashed toward the throat of the general, only to miss as Zaroff ducked, backing away.
Once again, a loud silence reigned, as both judged the other. A scent of fear was in the air, a bittersweet mist.
This time, it was Zaroff who moved first. He lashed out, a long, empty rifle in his grip. Falling to his right and rolling away, Rainsford barely missed the wood-and-metal club, jumping back onto his feet behind the wild general.
"Game over," he whispered in his hoarse voice, his arms tightening around Zaroff's neck.
"…!" the general flailed, his cool, calm reasoning lost as he struggled for air. The rifle slipped from his grasp, his nails digging into Rainsford's arms.
Nevertheless, the hunter did not let go, even when blood trickled down his arms. Finally, purple-faced and paralyzed, Zaroff fell limp, and Rainsford shoved him out the window, falling back onto the soft rectangle behind him.
He had never slept in a better bed, Rainsford decided.
So...Please review and give me feedback on my writing, or the story - an author is always looking for ways to improve!